A/N: Well… I really have nothing important to say… except that whatever Michael has to do it will not be like the show. At least not exactly. On with the story!

Disclaimer: I own LOST… that's why I'm here writing fanfiction about it.

(Bernard's point of view)

Ever since I found out about Rose's cancer I've been on high maintenance around her. I'm always trying to find a way to help her… to make her feel better. I guess I'm just dreading the day when she'll have to live in a hospital all the time… attached to a bunch of wires and machines and too sick to move by herself. I don't want to go through that… I've watched other people close to me go through the same thing and I don't think I would be able to handle it again. Rose is cool as a cucumber about it though… she's more concerned about everyone else on the island but herself. I think she especially sympathizes with Jack because he works himself to death. That's why I'm out here helping him though… to let him know that he doesn't have to always do things by himself. Though that all went to hell seeing as he ran off by himself. If Rose was going to kill me for leaving without telling her then she'll really be livid when we can't find Jack. I mean if we can't find Jack.

(No point of view)

"God my ankle hurts," Jack muttered to himself but he kept on moving quickly. Of course his leg slowed him up but he still continued at a brisk pace. He couldn't bear it if Kate was hurt and he had been able to do something about it. Suddenly Jack's leg gave out and he was kneeling on the floor, hardly able to breath. Red covered his vision as he desperately gasped for air and his stomach convulsed painfully. Jack didn't know whether he was there for two minutes or two hours. All Jack could hear was the steady beating of his pulse in his ears and then all at once the moment of pain passed. Jack opened his eyes to find that he had vomited but he was too glad to still be alive to care. Once again he allowed his sensible brain turn on and it told him that he had been putting too much pressure on his foot. The immense pain had caused him to get violently sick and his body was trying to tell him to slow down. Breathing deeply, Jack tried to stand again but was too light headed to stay standing. He once more found himself collapsed on the ground out of weakness and became frustrated.

"Stop feeling for a minute Jack… it takes energy to be frustrated," the sensible mind told him firmly and even though Jack wanted to keep being frustrated, he instead took several deep breaths and remained neutral for a while. "Just rest for a bit Jack… then you can get going soon," the doctor part of him said and Jack willingly agreed. He knew that this part of him was right and that he wouldn't do Kate any good by stopping to be sick every few steps. He crawled carefully to a large tree and gratefully rested against it. Jack mentally told himself to wake back up in ten minutes and then allowed himself to sleep. He had no idea that he had been traveling for nearly three hours with his broken foot and at that quick pace.

"Hey… Sayid!" a voice called and Sayid's head snapped up to see who called his name. He saw Bernard standing over about fifty feet to his left and beckoning to him to come over. Sayid willingly trotted over to the older man and immediately saw the tracks that Bernard was pointing to. Several branches and plants had been plowed into and broken and the dirt was stirred as if someone had ran through there.

"Sawyer! Jin! We found it!" Sayid called and waited for his other two companions to join them.

"Well… it seems like you're the lucky man Sayid," Sawyer grinned and looked at the tracks in front of him.

"Actually Sawyer," Sayid said with laughter reflecting in his eyes, "You might be surprised to find that Bernard found the tracks," he laughed in his heavily accented voice. Sawyer was silent and his expression unreadable. Bernard just looked down and there was an awkward silence. "Well… we should probably get going," Sayid commanded and they headed quickly down the path Jack had made for them.

"Sun!" Rose called out to the pretty Korean woman by the beach. Sun turned and waved at Rose cheerfully but inside wondered what it was Rose wanted. Rose was usually quiet and didn't talk much.

"Rose… is there something wrong?" Sun asked worriedly as she saw Rose's strained face.

"Oh nothing serious sweetie," Rose laughed. "I just wondered if you've seen Bernard… I haven't seen him all day!" Sun looked troubled and her brow creased.

"I haven't seen him all afternoon… come to think of it I haven't seen Jin since this morning," Sun muttered and right at that moment Libby walked by.

"Libby!" Rose cried and Libby stopped in her tracks.

"Rose right?" she asked as she walked over to the two women. She had never really been acquainted to Rose although she had heard a ton about her from Bernard. Rose nodded distractedly and Sun was the next to speak.

"Have you seen Bernard or Jin?" she asked and Libby looked surprised.

"Didn't you know? They both went with Sawyer and Sayid to look for Kate," Libby said, looking confused. Both Sun and Rose were silent and Libby, feeling awkward, walked away. Rose and Sun looked at each other and sent one another looks that only women are able to understand. The look said that their husbands didn't stand a chance once they got back.

Michael still sat quietly on the beach, occasionally looking towards the sky. Over to his left he heard the happy gurgle of Aaron coming from Claire's tent and he smiled. He wish he had been able to see Walt when he was that age… so small and innocent. For a moment a brief smile slipped across his face as he saw Libby tickle the small baby affectionately. It was too cute not to grin at. But soon Michael remembered his task and was sober once more. He stared out at the vast blue ocean again and began to remember back to his time in the jungle.

"Where's Walt?" Michael accused angrily while staring down a man with a fake beard. The man just grinned and shook his head.

"We've beat you, captured you, and threatened you, and you still want to know about your pathetic excuse for a son?" the man laughed. Michael however fumed silently but knew better than to get cheeky with this guy. Even though he looked old Michael knew that he could still deliver quite the punch if he wanted to.

"Well can you at least tell me if I can see him again?" Michael pleaded while pulling slightly at the ropes that bound his hands. He had been traveling with a small group of Others for several days now… right now it was Zeke's turn to keep watch over Michael.

"Can't say I can… that's up for Him to decide and He happens to be with your little friends right now. You better hope that they are treating him well," Zeke said coldly and the firelight flickering over his face only helped to make the scene more dramatic and creepy.

"Who is He?" Michael asked, trying to change his tactics on the older man. The bearded man just laughed at him loudly.

"That happens to be none of your business boy!" he chuckled and got up as it was someone else's watch.

Several days later, Michael finally saw what the headquarters looked like for Them. A bunch of small huts and crudely made but Michael felt that there was more to this place than what meets the eye. Even though there were a few people out you got the feeling that there were more somewhere else. The grim sight made Michael shiver but he once again thought back to Walt. Was he okay here? His thoughts were cut short though as "Zeke" gave him a sharp slap to the head as well as directions not to gawk. Michael instead looked down at the ground in defeat. He couldn't win with these people anyways.

"Come on boy… we're gonna pay a little visit to a good friend of mine," the bearded man snickered and dragged Michael towards something that looked similar to a hatch, only creepier. Inside was a older woman who seemed to stare holes into Michael.

"Hello Michael… I'm Madam Clue," she whispered and even though it was meant to sound welcoming it sent shivers down Michael's spine. He didn't like this woman at all. "Now tell me… do you want to see your son again?" the woman asked and for a moment Michael froze up for a moment.

"Of course I do," he whispered as though this was all some kind of nightmare that would go away in a few moments. Michael prayed that it was true. Madam Clue smiled at him eerily and knowingly.

"Well… if you really want to see him then you have to follow these instructions," she said firmly and handed Michael a slip of paper. Warily, Michael unfolded the paper and saw a list of directions that he needed to follow. The further down the list he got the paler he became. What they wanted him to do was cruel and terrible. But if it meant he could get Walt out of here…

"I can't agree to this… if I don't know that my son is really alive or not," Michael choked out but looked straight at Madam Clue for the first time. She smiled, though now there seemed to be nervousness behind it.

"It's not really a matter of the boy's well being…" she began but Michael cut her off.

"I need to see my son before I can do any of this for you," Michael replied firmly and Madam Clue looked indecisive.

"Well… if the father sees it as necessary… bring the boy," she muttered reluctantly and Michael smiled somewhat in triumph. "Zeke" left the room for a moment and then came back with a small boy that bore a resemblance to Michael in his hands. Michael saw Walt and it seemed as though time had stopped for a moment. He didn't think that Walt would actually be alive… he barely was though as it was. He looked thin and hollow eyed, with scars and bruises on his frail body. But he was alive.

"Dad," Walt choked out, looking close to tears. Michael just stared and all he could was nod. He tried to form words but none would come for the longest time. "Dad," Walt cried again and ran quickly to Michael who was ready with open arms.

"Walt… Walt is it really you?" Michael breathed and he could feel Walt nod while pressing his face even more into Michael's shoulder. Suddenly he felt Walt tense up and he brought his face closer to Michael's ear.

"Don't do what they tell you dad… they're liars… don't believe them dad don't believe them!" Walt hissed quietly in his ear and it seemed that not even Madam Clue could pick up on what he was saying. "They want to kill all of you… please don't listen… don't do what they ask you to… I'm not worth it…" Walt cried and Michael felt as though he had been socked in the stomach. His son was a martyr now?

"Don't worry Walt… I'll help you…" Michael whispered back and gave his son's shoulder a squeeze. Walt seemed to tense even more as he shook his head wildly.

"I think that's enough quality time, don't you think?" the bearded man snarled and grabbed Walt roughly by the shoulder.

"Don't do it… please dad! Don't listen to them, they're lying! They're lying to you, they aren't who they say they are! Please!" Walt screamed but soon he was out the door and Michael could only stare as his son was dragged off.

"What do you say Michael…" Madam Clue asked patiently. Michael had no question in his mind… his son was delusional if he thought that Michael was going to leave him there to die!

"Whatever you want… I'll do it," Michael muttered resignedly and Madam Clue looked relieved.

"I'm glad… you'll be escorted back to your friends," the old woman said with pleasure and Michael felt himself being dragged numbly back through the jungle.

Now Michael sat on the beach… wondering if what he did was the right choice. Walt had seemed to upset… so desperate. But Michael wasn't going to just let him die… he couldn't live with himself if he did. But would he be able to live with himself after he betrays his friends?

A/N: That is the end! I know that the confrontation between Michael and the Others seems like how the show went but there will be a difference… I promise. Anyway, please review!