DISCLAIMER: "Lost" belongs to ABC, JJ Abbrams and Stephen Williams and all those other directors, there are too many. "When The Music Stops" belongs to Eminem. I am not a director or a rapper, but I am pretty good with a yo-yo, so I guess it evens out.
QUOTE: "So I'm signing CD's while police fingerprint me..." -Sing For The Moment
(I guess I'm in a rap mood today. Hey, you may say poseur, but I say nonconformist. :) )
-POPROCKS AND COKE-
-BY WHENICOMEAROUND-
-CHAPTER SEVEN-
Jack was wandering around what the survivors had come to call "The Hatch". They said it just that way, as if it were capitalized. The Hatch.
He could hear Desmond was playing some odd record somewhere in the distance. Desmond played a lot of odd records. When Charlie was down here it was all rock. But Desmond listened to strange music, mostly old, one-hit wonders, mostly that same song he'd played that first time Jack had come down there- "Make your own kind of music, sing your own kind of song..."
Jack found himself humming along with Desmond's record. He shook himself and smiled.
"You're going crazy, Jack," he told himself.
Suddenly, the record stopped. But Jack still heard music. Someone was singing softly.
He heard running water and the soft voice continued. He turned the corner; the water stopped and so did the singing.
Kate blushed and wrapped a towel around herself. "Um..." she said.
"Hey," said Jack. Seriously. What else was he supposed to say? But somehow "Hey" sounded stupid.
"Hey." said Kate.
"You, uh-" he wished he would stop saying "uh" around her. "you took a shower?"
"Well, I wanted to see if it worked." she said. She smiled and picked up her clothes. She kept dropping things. In her head she kept hearing, poprocks and coke, poprocks and coke.
Shut up, Kate thought to herself. Stop it.
Poprocks and coke, poprocks and coke-
"You could use one." said Kate to Jack, eager to stop her thoughts.
Jack grinned. "Maybe a little later."
Kate smiled, then walked towards him, towards the exit. "I, uh-"
"You're a good singer." Jack told her. He didn't want her to leave.
"Oh." Kate blushed again. "Thank you."
She started to walk out. "Um," she said. "see you later."
Jack smiled. He was ripped apart inside. He wanted her to stay. He wanted to stay here with Kate forever.
"See you," said Jack.
Kate left. Jack left too.
Stupid, stupid, stupid! Jack was screaming inside his head. It was like being two different people. Inside, he longed to be with Kate, to hold her, to tell her everything was going to be okay. Outside, he was shy and quiet and nothing like his inside self.
Oh, God, Kate was thinking. He is so great. Why can't I control myself? Why am I exploding inside? Why am I so stupid? WHY HIM?
Kate smiled and bit her bottom lip. But he did say I was a good singer, she thought happily, and that thought satisfied her.