Yay! I'm back! An extra long chappie for you chappies out there! hahaha. I'm still trying toconduct that surveyofhow many Kiwis and males out there (I know, I'm obsessed). I've had some luck:
Kiwi count: 2 (me and another guy) - Kia Ora, dudes!
Male count: 1 (one of my best friends' brother) maybe I should look in the comic book section or in the movies. What d'ya think?
Well, here's my story, rude and crude as usual.
Don't own LOST.
Kate slowly woke up to the normal racket of the dawn chorus. She blinked slowlyin the grey warmth of her hut. Rolling under the blankets, she shoved her head under the pillow, mumbling something inanely.
Finally deciding to get up (she was beginning to feel clammy) she moped over to a stretch of wall and took out a knife and carved a line next to the other 20 lines on the wall: 21 days pregnant. 21 days in hell she thought miserably. She did "The Check" on her stomach for the umpteenth time; still no bulge. Grabbing a stick, she proceeded to whack piles of fabric and suitcases in another routine check of her's, listening for cries of pain. But she doubted that not even Jack would be that stupid.
She ducked out of the hut, looking both ways before she emerged and tiptoed away for a pee. So far, her sneaky ways had worked; she had not talked or seen anyone for quite some time now. Not that she cared about a social life, but shutting herself away like a teenager seemed like the most preferable course of action.
The only way to get any communication out of her was to come knocking or barging into the hut.
There was a loud knock on the door.
"WOULD YOU FUCK OFF!" she yelled. Yep, that was her communication for the day. The knocking persisted.
"OKAY, THAT'S IT! I KNOW IT'S YOU JACK SHEPHERD! WOULD YOU KINDLY FUCK OFF!" she screamed, inching her way to the door. Flinging it open, she stood face to face with three pregnant young women and a child. She promptly fainted.
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"I don't think Kate would've handled seeing so many pregnant women at one time." Shannon was heard remarking. Kate drifted back into reality.
"Perhaps you're right. Do you think Aaron was a bit too much?" Claire asked. Kate suddenly wanted to faint again.
"Yep." agreed Shannon, Sun and Aaron in unison. Kate opened one eye then shut it tightly again. She was under the leafy shade of a palm, resting with the three mothers, with small platters of food nearby.
"Oh my God, I think she is awake." Shannon smirked, brushing away a few of Kate's hairs away from her face.
"Why am I here?" Kate moaned. Claire pursed her lips and placed her hands on her hips.
"We've decided that we've had enough of your moping around the camp. We know very well that you're pregnant and it's time for you to face the music." She said in her most motherly voice.
"I am facing the music…but can you turn it down, please?" Kate opened both eyes now, staring blankly at the sky. Claire laughed kindly.
"Come on, Kate. Being pregnant is not all that bad…I mean, it's actually quite nice after a while," she giggled, patting her swollen stomach, "it's something to do with the bulge, I reckon."
"What am I doing out here?" Kate stared, completely ignoring Claire.
"We've told you already. Stop being so antisocial and relax a little." Shannon huffed. Kate finally stood up and began to walk away.
"Kate," Claire sighed, struggling to get up after her. Kate quickened her pace, but instead ran into Charlie and Hurley, walking around the trees. Both men looked delighted at the sight of her.
"Wow, dude, you're looking a lotlike Michael Jackson!" Hurley blurted, then opened his mouth in shock. Kate was trying to kill him with death stares, and it nearly worked too.
"Thanks heaps, dog breath." And stormed away, but before she could reach the clearing, Charlie called out to her.
"Oi! Kate! I suggest you don't go back to your hut. Jack's staking it out for the day, waiting for you to come out!" he laughed. Kate looked at him inquisitively.
"We didn't bother to tell him you were here…" Hurley beamed, as well as the other girls.
"Ah," Sun said delightedly, clapping her hands together, "no distractions. Come back Kate, we've made a little party for you." She indicated to the platters of food where Aaron was already tucking in.
Let me think…party, women and child? Or crazy madman and stuffy hut? She thought, it's a no-brainer. I'll stay.
She sighed and sat back down, taking the coconut half Shannon offered her. While Kate nibbled, the others began talking around her of the activities on the island. Kate soon realised how much she had missed after ostracising herself for nearly a fortnight: Sayid had formally asked Shannon to marry her; from nowhere, a cargo tank had mysteriously beached itself, defying all laws of physics getting to the island. The entire load turned out to be products heading towards an island of the pacific, and full of food.
This possibly explains why there is toffee on a ceramic plate Kate mused. Aaron suddenly started to sing, burbling something intelligible, yet familiar, and Claire hushed him up quickly.
"Is Turnip' still singing that song?" Charlie sighed picking up the toddler.
"I'm afraid so. Perhaps we should teach him something nicer…" Claire nodded, watching Charlie bounce the tot on his knee as Hurley made faces (which was quite funny to watch, for despite his huge weight loss, Hurley's face still looked like a hairy puffer fish). Aaron giggled with delight, sticking his hands in his mouth.
"Dude, what is with these ankle-biters and them having a perpetual head cold? I mean, this little guy's running like a tap." Hurley groaned as a large snot bubble grew from Aaron's nose. A muscle in Kate's eye twitched as Claire popped it and tried to wipe it away with a clean cloth, but to no avail.
"Dude." Aaron giggled, squirming away from Charlie's grasp, his blonde curls heading straight towards the toffee.
"Hurley!" Charlie gasped, "You're a bad influence on the kid! First he's talking like you, now he's eating like you." He pointed at the toddler and the rapidly depleting toffee. As Hurley made his rebuttal, Aaron looked up and saw Kate.
Oh crap. This kid's caught my scent she thought as the kid teetered over to her with open, sticky hands. Kate tried to shoo him away, but Aaron slipped under her flailing arms and grabbed her arm with tiny little hands and looked into her eyes with his own deep blue ones.
"Kate," he gurgled and snuggled into her lap.
"Uh, guys?" she asked nervously, holding the child as gently as if he was a bomb waiting to explode. Everyone looked at her and the blonde child in surprise.
"He's sleeping," Shannon gasped.
"He's what?" Kate hissed quietly.
"It's a miracle." Claire said amazed.
"You have no idea how hard it is to get that child to sleep." Charlie gaped. Kate felt uncomfortable, squirming under the sudden weight that appeared on her shoulders. Then looking down into the child's peaceful face; she started to wonder what her own child would ever look this cute. Snot, sticky hands and all.
Then quite suddenly, she had an epiphany. It was very sudden and quite unlooked for; otherwise she would have stopped it coming earlier. She decided she wanted her child more than anything in the world. Then, as if by chance, a beam of light burst through the jungle canopy and highlighted Kate in all her enlightened glory. For the first time in weeks, Kate smiled genuinely.
Walking over, Charlie gently picked up the child from her lap and walked carefully back to their hut, Claire tagging along behind. As soon as Aaron was safely in his bed sleeping, he turned to the smiling blonde woman beside him.
"What're you looking so smug about?" he asked, smiling cheekily.
"Oh…nothing. That was quite amazing back there, with Kate smiling and all." She replied.
"Did you plan any of this? Did you put something into that toffee so Aaron would go to sleep exactly when Kate smiled and a beam of light burst through the trees?" Charlie asked shrewdly, walking back to the clearing. Claire shook her head, but continued to grin wildly.
Women, Charlie thought rolling his eye subtly somehow they manage to plan everything just right, and yet they never tell you what they're planning for.
Oh ho hoho, this was fun. I have a baby sister myself, and I know what it's like to go through the perpetual head cold, sicky fingers and random cute moments. Not that I want a kid...mum really put me off kids when both my sisters were born. Honestly, I would've thought mum would have learnt her lesson by having me.
Apparently, I was planned. A planned mistake, more like. A mistake for having me or any other children. ahahahahahahahahahaha!
Oh, never mind me, I'm just going off my rocker again.