-POPROCKS AND COKE-
-BY WHENICOMEAROUND-
-CHAPTER FOUR-
"Jack," Kate shouts. "Jack!"
But Jack can't hear her over the loud music. He makes to touch the keyboard of a nearby computer, but the music stops abruptly and Locke appears, saying, "I wouldn't touch that."
"Where's Kate?" Jack demands, pointing his gun at Locke.
Kate breathes out. Knowing that Jack wanted to know where she was made her very happy.
"I'm here, Jack!" she longs to shout, but she knows something bad will happen if she does. So she keeps her mouth shut.
"She's fine," Locke assures him. "She's okay."
Kate wants to scream, "You would know, Papa Cueball!", but again she doesn't.
Jack doesn't give up still. "Where is she? Where the hell is Kate?"
Then a gun appears beside Locke's head. "Put the gun down." says a voice. Jack doesn't recognize it and Locke doesn't dare turn his head, but Kate knows that it is Desmond. She can see him from where she is crouching in the vent.
"Where's Kate?" Jack repeats.
"Put the gun down!" says Desmond, a bit more roughly. Still, Jack does not.
"I'm not putting anything down. Where the hell is Kate!"
Aggravated, Desmond sends a bullet into the ceiling, missing Kate by inches. She exhales deeply.
Desmond chooses this moment to show his face. Kate and Locke aren't surprised but Jack opens his mouth and whispers, "You?"
"Me," says Desmond with a wicked grin. "now put the gun down, or your buddy here gets it."
"Where is she?" Jack demands. He sounded like a broken record; Kate loved it. "Where's Kate?"
Kate could no longed stand it. She kicks the vent in front of her and it falls to the floor. She pulls the knife from her pocket and flips it open.
"Kate!" Jack and Locke say at the same time. Only Locke says it like it's a question- surprised. And Jack says it like he's excited- relieved.
Kate catches Jack eye and smiles. He winks at her.
"You're okay." he says, knowing it's true without even asking. "You're okay?" he asks, just to be sure.
"I'm fine." Kate says. Desmond points his gun at Kate.
"Nice of you to join us, Kate." he says. "Now get out of here."
Jack pulls Kate's arm and pushes her behind him. "She's not doing anything you say."
Kate's arm was still tingling where Jack had touched her. "Yeah."
"Shut up!" says Desmond, sending another bullet into the ceiling. Kate and Jack duck and Jack puts out his arm to protect her. Kate feels as thought the poprocks and coke are going to come right back up. But she knows that Jack will do what he can to save her, and that made her extremely relieved.
Desmond moves forward; Jack cocks his gun, ready to do whatever he needed to do to save Kate and himself; and maybe Locke, depending on how things went.
Desmond advances on them. Kate was getting nervous... she holds out her knife, ready to attack...
Then an alarm sounds from the distance and Desmond says to the group at large; "No one move."
"We're not doing anything you say." says Jack in a bold voice.
"Jack," Locke begins, but Jack won't let him speak.
"Stay where you are, dammit!" shouts Desmond, shooting the ceiling again.
Jack looks at Kate. She is unable to do anything but stare back.
Jack looks back at Desmond and nods.
Desmond crosses the room and sits down at the computer. He begins typing. As he types he mumbles under his breath what he is entering; "Four, eight, fifteen, sixteen, twenty-three, forty-two."
He presses "execute". The alarm stops and he looks up at the wall expectantly. Then, a timer, which had previously read "3:47" now read "108:00".
Jack looks from Kate to Desmond and says, "What was all that about?"
"Just saving the world," he replies.
A/N: Papa Cueball is what my Dad calls bald people. I found this in a book once and he thought it was funny. Now every time we watch LOST we call Locke Papa Cueball. It is highly amusing, the things that go on in my house. Don't know when I'll post this again, but chapter two of Holiday should be up today if we're lucky. As for Brain Stew... uck. I have no ideas, so don't even ask. PS: The other day in Math Allison had The Notebook (ha) so I couldn't write after I finished my test. So being the short-attention spanned person that I am, I began playing with Ivan. Did anyone else realize that 4 + 8 + 15 + 16 + 23 + 42 108? I found that mildly amusing. That's all for my rambling for now.