Disclaimer: No matter how much I'd like to, I'll never own Lost or its characters or its beautifully crafted plotline... I don't own "Catch a Falling Star" either... just using it for my own silly artistic purposes, so...
Summary: Takes place after Lockdown... Everyone on the island starts breaking into song, revealing their deepest thoughts and darkest secrets...Please read and review!
Notes: Thanks to A.StClaire, Angel of Music lover, meagan4dominic, and DarkDizzyMerryGoRound for reviewing! It's greatly appreciated... Anyway,I hope you like it! Please read and review... I can't wait until I figure out how I'm going to get Mr. Eko and Sayid to sing... that will be fun...
Hurley and Charlie made their way toward where Jack was resting on the beach. All the while, Hurley sang a kind of deep, Opera-ish tune, with the sound of harmonic violas and cellos rushing out of nowhere to accompany his song:
Got caught twice
And that numbers' sure growin'
Should really give them all a slice
But there's really no knowin'
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Of how they'll react
When they find out that I lied
Will they see through my act?
Or will they just let it slide?
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And I'm not sure what I'm gonna do
When they all find out I've been hoarding food
And I'm not sure what I'm gonna eat
But it seems that first I'll have to take the heat
Not gonna have any more pre-packaged meat
Not gonna have any more turkey on wheat…
"Did you say something?" Charlie apparently hadn't heard a word of Hurley's little jingle.
"Huh, what… nothing…Just, did you hear those instruments? That was pretty bizarre. Like something out of a bad sci-fi movie."
"This whole bloody island has been like a sci-fi movie," Charlie agreed. "Although I'd have to admit, if I were watching everything going on here, I'd be pretty interested." Finally, they arrived at Jack's camp. They caught him mid-song, singing aloud to himself, but he stopped before Hurley or Charlie could catch a note of what he was singing about.
"Jack, everyone's been breaking into song," Charlie told Jack as they approached him.
"Yeah, I've noticed," Jack replied, not really worried about the whole thing. It was a nice change of pace, for him at least.
"But, Jack… what about, certain things… that should be kept… secret?" Charlie said, careful not to mention Henry Gale in front of Hurley.
"Dude, do you mean the guy in the hatch?"
"Wha…" Charlie was caught off-guard.
"Yeah, man. You guys never keep it down when you talk about those things. When you were helping Sayid out with those tables…"
"I'm not too worried about… secrets. If you make a conscious effort not to sing about certain things when others are around, I'm sure it won't be a problem."
"No, dude," Hurley butted in, "you can't control it. It just kind of… comes out."
"Really? So what did you sing about?"
"Just something personal…" Hurley wouldn't divulge his secret until he needed to.
"What are you talking about? I didn't hear it," Charlie said.
"Really? Cool," Hurley said, surprised and relieved. "But, wait. You didn't hear. So, it's like, in one of those musicals in those old movies? Where someone can sing on about something for a whole scene and then the other person is like, totally oblivious?"
"Guess so," Charlie responded, understanding. "Not like I've ever watched those things…" Charlie lied.
"So, no danger? It's not something to worry about."
"No, Jack…I think this is serious. I mean, the first time, the song was pretty personal, and we were both in on it. It seemed everyone was," Charlie admitted.
"Okay Charlie. But why did you come to me? What do you want me to do about this?"
Charlie looked at Hurley. "I don't know. I guess… you seem to be the one with answers most of the time."
Jack looked about ready to respond, but soon a fluttery type flute melody filled the air and instead Jack began to sing:
I'm not the one
Who always has to be in charge
I'm tired, I think I'm done
Look somewhere else for your new searge
Stop coming first to me with your demands
There's others who can lend a helping hand
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But Jack…
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You're the dude who always knows just what to do
Look back…
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You're the one who has always seen us through
You've got a knack
For all these things and you're who we come to
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You're on crack
If you think that we can do this without you
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Why must I always be the leader?
You don't realize how much I need her…
"Wait… who? Kate?" Charlie asked, smiling curiously.
"You guys are right. This might be something serious. We need to solve this. But we'll need everyone's help."
News spread quickly, although it didn't necessarily need to spread for everyone to find out. Right and left people broke out into song. Back at the hatch, an injured John interrogated "Henry Gale" through the durable but very sound-conductive door. His harsh words suddenly became a strange melody that the creaking of wheels and gears within the hatch walls mirrored as he sang:
I can't believe I trusted you
You helped me live, you'd kill me too
You saved my life but I don't owe you anything
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Now see here, John, what's wrong with you?
You sang a song…
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He paused.
I'm singing too!
While neither of us has a reason to sing
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So you aren't involved
With all this insane singing business?
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No, I don't know how
Who's responsible just did this
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How do I know you're not lying?
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What, and risk the chance of dying?
"Well, I guess you've got a point," Locke said plainly as the song suddenly screeched to a halt.
"Well, this is nice… Claire said as she sang Aaron to sleep. Out of nowhere, the twinkling of a mobile filled the air and the stars danced in the sky as she sang:
Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket…
While on the opposite of the beach Charlie lay on the ground, arms crossed behind his back, unknowingly singing along with Claire:
She'd still talk to me if it wasn't for that Locke git
Never let it fade away…
Stole my darling Claire away
Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket…
If it were up to me I'd put that looney on a rocket
Save it for a rainy day…
Send him someplace far away
For love may come and tap you on the shoulder some starless night
My love just up and left me in the water that starless night
Just in case you feel you want to hold her
Now I feel I've been left to the slaughter
You'll have a pocketful of starlight
Wish someone would put things back right
Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket
I need to watch out for my chance and stuff it in my pocket
Never let it fade away
Watch out for the perfect day
Catch a falling star and put it in your pocket
When that chance comes I'll just have to pull it from my pocket
Save it for a rainy day
She'll love me again someday
For when your troubles start multiplyin' and they just might
Cos since that day that I stopped relying and set things right
It's easy to forget them without tryin'
I never thought I'd send my dear crying
With just a pocketful of starlight
But we'll be together again some night…
Aaron dozed off into the perfect sleep just as Charlie did, under the spinning stars. The twinkling ceased and Claire tucked the little one into bed as she slowly watched the stars twist back into place.