Lost in Middle Earth chapter 1
Author Artino2
Rated: R, nothing too bad
Warnings: smut (eventually) some violence
Pairing: Various pairings between LOTR/Lost characters. Het and Slash
Disclaimer: I do not own any of them. I'm only playing with their lives. No money is being made.
Summary: The characters of the TV show Lost, finally find out where the hell they are... Of course this is just after the first few episodes. We won't have polar bears (they could be albino wags though?) and no crazy lady on the island either.
"We need to do something," Kate said as she looked out over the crystal blue water. "We can't just stay here and wait for a rescue ship." The warm breeze blew against her skin, making her hair fly wildly around her face. The island was beautiful, but they had no idea where they were. Apparently no one else was on the island. They had been there for a few days and had seen no signs of anyone. She had thought surely that a rescue boat would have come for them by now
Jack looked out over the same body of water and wondered what was on the other side of it. "Land could be miles and miles away, Kate. We can't just go building a raft and drift off into the ocean."
"Sure we can," Hurley said as he came up beside them. "It's better than starving to death here on this god forsaken island. They might have pizza or ice cream or something on the other side of that water."
"Don't torture yourself," Kate laughed. Hurley frowned and took another bite of the weed he was eating. Someone had told him it was healthy and edible,but he thought it was like chewing on blades of grass.
Michael came up beside Kate and held out a piece of paper, "Look at this."
Kate took the paper and looked at the diagram. "This is amazing," she said. "Look." She handed the paper to Jack. "It's a diagram for making a raft from the plane wreckage."
Jack sighed. He did not think it was a good idea, but Michael had obviously put a lot of thought into it. "We should just wait for the rescue boat."
"It has been a few days already. They aren't coming."
All eyes turned towards Sawyer who stood smoking a Marlboro. "I say we make a break for land. I only got two packs of cigs, and I don't wanna run out."
Kate rolled her eyes at the man and turned her attentions back to the diagram. "I say we get to work on it right away." Michael nodded, and he and Kate walked off towards the plane wreckage to begin. Sawyer looked at Jack. "Looks like Freckles has jungle fever already, Doc?"
Jack turned and walked away from the man. Sawyer had been nothing but trouble since they had crashed. He offered no help with anything and loved to cause problems for everyone. Jack walked over to where Kate and Michael were talking to Sayid and Locke
They had already begun giving out orders on who was to get what. He only hoped that if they did manage to build a raft to carry them away from the island, that they didn't end up as fish food.
"Put that over there and tie it down securely," Sayid said to Boone, as he pointed to the large piece of plastic they had managed to cut off of the plane. Boone did as he was asked, as Shannon stood nearby. He had tried convincing her for the past three hours that it was at least a chance of survival if they went in the raft. Little Miss Priss wasn't hearing it though.
"I'm still not going," she said.
"Then you will stay behind and starve on this island," Boone said abruptly. "There is no rescue boat coming for us. They would have been here by now."
"Your brother is right, Shannon," Sayid said, as he smiled at the pretty blonde. "You should reconsider your decision. We at least have a chance of being seen on the raft."
Boone scowled at the man flirting with his sister. He did not like the foreigner much from the beginning. Now he liked him even less. Shannon did not need anyone coming onto her at a time like this.
The day grew darker, and work had to be stopped for the night. Claire rubbed her pregnant belly and drew closer to the fire that someone had started.
"How far along are ya?"
She looked up to find one of the guys smiling down at her. If she remembered correctly, his name was Charlie. "Eight months," she said.
"Mind if I join you?"
"Sure, sit down," she said, as she patted the sand next to her. "I only hope the baby decides to wait until we are rescued to make an appearance."
Charlie looked at the petite blonde. "Are you going to go on the raft tomorrow?"
Claire shook her head. "Wouldn't be good for me to give birth on the open sea, I'm sure of that. I'll stay here and wait for the rescue party. Besides, we have a doctor here; Jack said he wasn't going to go.
The night wore on as the fire died down. Morning came with the warm sun rising on the horizon, waking the sleepy castaways to another uncertain day on the island.
"I don't wanna go out on a raft," Walt whined, as he walked his dog behind his father. "I can't swim."
Michael frowned. All the money his mother and stepfather had and they had never given the boy swimming lessons? "It will be alright," he said to calm the boy's fears. He wouldn't admit it, but he was worried too. Still, it had to be better than sitting here day after day waiting for a rescue that seemed like it would never come.
They worked on the raft every morning, and well into the night for many days, only stopping to rest for a short time. They wanted to have the raft ready as soon as possible.
"That should do it," Michael said as he tied the last piece on the raft.
"We need you Jack," Kate said. "Come with us."
"I can't just leave the others behind, Kate. It isn't that easy. Claire is going to have her baby soon. What will she do if I am not here?"
Kate sighed. She liked Jack, but he was too hardheaded. Claire had at least a month yet before she was due. "We could be rescued and back for her before she is ready to deliver."
Jack shook his head. "I can't take that chance." Kate walked away from him to help the others finish packing. They were only taking what was necessary. Water was of course mandatory, as was sun screen. Kate knew Sawyer had several bottles of sun screen, but knew asking him to share was out of the question. The man was a snake if ever she had seen one. Although she had to admit to herself, and herself only, he was a good looking one.
"Are we ready?" Michael asked as he stood by the raft that was floating on the water. He held it, as one by one the others climbed on board. Walt was first, and then Kate, Shannon, who had obviously been talked into it by her brother, Boone, Sawyer, and Sayid. Michael felt bad that they had to tell Hurley that he had to stay behind. The guy was great, but his weight would have seriously slowed them down, even capsized them.
He had promised the man that they would send help to them as quickly as possible. He saw Locke wave at them, and he hoped the old guy would be able to hunt and feed the others until they returned. He had refused to leave the island, and Michael was not about to talk him into it. The guy rubbed him the wrong way, even if he did act like a modern day Grizzly Adams.
Charlie looked at the raft. He wanted to get off of the island. He needed to find a good fix, as it had been hours since his last one. He watched the raft as the people settled in to leave. "Wait!" Charlie ran over to Michael, "Let me go. You have room for one more and I'm not that big."
Michael hesitated for a moment, but could see the man's urgency in his eyes. He nodded and moved aside for Charlie to climb aboard the raft.
"Thanks mate," Charlie said as he took a seat next to Shannon. He hoped Claire would be alright. He had gotten to know the young pregnant girl as they spent their first week on the island. He felt bad for her to be in such a situation, but he also knew that he was in no condition to help anyone but himself.
Michael saluted Jack and the others who had gathered to watch them leave and climbed aboard. He grabbed hold of Walt who was looking sadly back at his dog. "Don't worry. As soon as we are rescued, we will send someone to the island to get the others and your dog."
Sayid and Boone took the makeshift oars and paddled the raft out into the water.
Claire, Jack, Hurley, Locke, and the others stood on the beach and watched them until they could no longer see the raft on the horizon. "I hope they will be alright," Claire said, as she thought about what it would be like out in the middle of the ocean with no land in sight. To her, it seemed even scarier than to be on a deserted island.
"We need to hope for the best," Jack said.
"Don't rock the raft!" Shannon screamed, as she clung to Sayid. "It's just the waves," Boone told her. He hated her 'scared little girl' act, and knew it was only for Sayid's benefit. The man fell for it too. Shannon was so good at wrapping men around her little finger, one thing he hated most about her. Not that it mattered, because when it came to her, he too, usually fell under the same spell. There were even times that he wished she was not his stepsister. Then again, there were times he wanted to just push her into the ocean.
"Hold me tighter, Sayid!" she screamed as the raft rode another wave. Now was one of those times, Boone thought to himself. If she squeaked one more time, he would somehow position himself between the two.
His thoughts were interrupted when the next wave hit them. The raft went flying dangerously into the air with the wave and crashed back down with a loud smack into the ocean. "How deep do you think this water is?" Walt asked.
Michael did not answer him. He held tightly to his son with one arm while holding onto the paddle stick with his other. They had been fine, drifting along smoothly until they had gotten so far out; then the waves had hit. Suddenly, using a raft seemed to him to be not the brightest idea after all.
The day wore on, and the sun was unbearable. No one had imagined it would be as hot as it was. Kate was glad that they had a bottle of sunscreen, but wondered how long it would last being divided between so many people.
They split up what food they had and ate sparingly. It was rather quiet; only the sound of the water lapping against the makeshift raft and the gulls overhead could be heard. Charlie looked up at the birds. He was sweating profusely and needed a fix. He had no idea what withdrawal would do to him. The others did not know of his addiction, and he was thankful that he could just pass it off as being miserable due to their situation.
Night finally came, and with it came a whole new problem. They could not see anything at all, even with a full moon overhead. The night was like a dark blanket that covered the entire surface. At first they were thankful the hot sun had set, until the night air began to cool.
Shaking with cold, the group huddled together in their misery. Each one was wishing that they had never tried to leave the island. No one slept, for fear of falling off of the raft, so when the morning sun rose on the horizon once again, it was met by a group of weary, miserable people.
Walt was agitated because of sitting still for so long. He passed the time by watching the gulls overhead. They all seemed to come from one direction as they flew out and then back again. "Why do they do that?" he asked.
"Do what?" Sayid answered, as he looked up at the birds.
"They fly above us and swoop down to catch their fish and then fly back in that direction," he said, as he pointed in the direction that they were going.
Sayid and the others watched, and sure enough, Walt was right. Michael and Sayid started paddling faster. "There must be land in that direction," Kate said, hope once again filling her.
"I hope so; I can't take another night like that," Shannon complained. Boone did not scold her though. What she said was only the truth; none of them could survive for very long on that raft.
It seemed as if it was a race against the sun as they paddled the raft towards the direction they hoped would be land. They all took turns as their arms and bodies ached, but the thought of dry land spurred them on.
"Look!" Kate yelled, and she pointed. "I see it!"
All of them squinted eyes, and sure enough, they could make out the land on the horizon. "Will we make it before nightfall?" Charlie asked, as he began to shiver. He hoped there would be a hospital or someplace on the land where he could find himself a good fix. To him, it was more important now than his next breath.