You guys must hate me for not uploading for so long :P...well, my excuse is because of Mid-Year exams down here (I'm currently procrastinating) and also I've watch the entire second season of Lost. All I have to say is:OMGWTFBBQ! And yeah, after watching the entire season, I'm looking at this piddly little fanfiction and thinking How the hell am I supposed to continue this? After all, I wrote this before the first season even ended! I mean I got a few things right when it came to theories (v. v. minor ones), but I have people walking around that aren't even supposed to be there! Graaaaagahhhhhhagagaghhhhhh!

So here goes...my first chapter of lost after the finale:

Don't own Lost.

In actual fact, Aaron wandered off all by himself. The tot's attention span had turned to a rather pretty bug and he followed it into the jungle, much against his mother's warnings. After he lost sight of the bug, Aaron wandered deeper into the jungle at a speed that was surprising for a young boy. Not that he was scared, he was having the time of his life and soon he found a creek which diverted all his attention to the pretty water and leaves.

Nearby there were two people hiding in the trees. Their names were Jack and Jim and they were part of the organisation called the Dharma Initiative, or as those on the beach called "The Others". The organisation was aimed to create a 'super race' of humans; they were bent to 'save the world' and also to give it mind-fucks. Those who survived these were allowed to join this 'super race' however, they had also turned mad in the process. With the plane crash some years earlier, Jack and Jim were ordered to watch over the potential stock of super humans. But after all that time up in that tree, Jack and Jim were super bored.

Jack stretched along the length of the platform.

Jim yawned and blinked.

Jack looked at Jim, "Hey, Jim."

"What?" Jim asked, barely looking at his partner.

"Pussy."

"Huh?"

"Pussy." Jack began to smile.

"What?" Jim huffed.

"Pussy." Jack said again.

"I don't get it." Jim shook his head.

"HA! And you never will!" Jack laughed triumphantly.

"You suck."

"And so does your mom." Jack retorted.

"Hey, leave my mother out of this and I'll leave this out of your mom." Jim grabbed his crotch.

"Pfft, you're so gay; you have nightmares about kissing your best friend's sister let alone do it with my mother."

"That's because she's so darn ugly, your mother that is. At least I don't have wet dreams about kissing my sister." Jim made kissing noises. Jack was suddenly enraged.

"Don't talk about my sister like that!" Jack jumped up, making the tree sway.

"Jeez Louise, settle down. The whole island's going to know where out stake-out is." Jim growled quietly.

"Can I play too?" A young voice burbled under the tree. The two sentinels yelped and grabbed their guns, aiming down at the smiling blonde Aaron.

"It's a kid." Jack stated dumbly.

"It's Claire's kid." Jim said eagerly to his partner. Jack nodded in equal enthusiasm.

"I wanna play too!" Aaron jumped up and down in a semi-tantrum, holding his arms up to be lifted.

"Ok kid, hang on, we're coming down." Jim said, climbing a ladder down. Jack grabbed a walkie-talkie nearby.

"Silent Sentinels to Snake-Pit, come in."

"This is the Snake-Pit." The woman on the other end linked in.

"This is a code Thirty-nine Hot-core Quarter-pounder." He exclaimed proudly.

"You found another mango tree?" The voice on the other side asked innocently. Jack slapped his forehead in annoyance.

"No, that's a Forty-four Cold-cake Burger-bun, I repeat; this is a code Thirty-nine Hot-core Quarter-pounder." He grizzled back to the walkie-talkie. The woman sighed.

"Just say it to me in plain English, Jackie-boy; these codes suck anyway." She said. Aaron was hoisted into the tree, giggling happily. Jim was directly behind him, slightly red in the face.

"We have Claire's kid, he wandered in by himself." Jack sighed.

"I'm impressed, bring him in before nightfall…and watch out for the Crashies, they're bound to be looking for him." the woman warned.

"Roger that, over and out." And he switched off the mike, "What's you're name, kid?" He asked Aaron.

"I'm Turnip!" He responded happily. Jim raised an eyebrow.

"Ok…Turnip…do you know how to play Hide and Seek?" Jack asked. Aaron nodded his head and shoulders in reply, "Well we're going to play Hide and Seek from your friends on the beach, is that alright? The only thing is, is that we don't make a single sound."

"Yay!" Aaron threw up his hands gleefully, "Hide and Seek!"

"Jack, Crashies coming through." Jim looked at the figures in the distance. The voices were loud and clear now. Jack flipped out a green blanket covered in leaves and sticks for camouflage.

"Quick, quick! Under here, they won't see us." He urged Aaron. The little boy slipped under the blanket and used his hands to cover his mouth and stop himself for giggling. Jack and Jim slipped underneath as well, keeping very still. Below, Dr Jack pushed through the trees with Charlie and Sawyer right behind him.

"Aa-aron! Aa-aron!" Charlie called at the top of his panicky voice. Underneath the covers, Aaron squirmed and giggled at the sound of his adoptive father's voice. Sawyer held up his hand for silence.

"Watch it, Drive Shaft, if the Crazy French Chick has got Turnip, she'll know we're following her." He warned. Hurley, Sayid and Locke came through the trees nearby.

"I can't find a trail," Sayid said, "She could've gone anywhere."

"That means we'll have to split up," Jack said, "Three groups of two: Hurley, you come with me; Charlie, you go with Sayid; Sawyer, you go with Locke." He pointed people out into their respective groups.

"Hey, Doc, why are you calling the shots?" Sawyer asked.

Because, if anyone else called the shots, nothing would get done properly, "Because we need to do things quickly. If you're unhappy with anything, we can do just as fine without you." Jack said.

"Alright, alright." Sawyer shrugged in submission, watching the evil looks Charlie was giving him. And the doctor said he needed me…what a hypocrite.

"Right, we'll head off this way. We'll meet back here tomorrow morning, agreed?" Everyone nodded and ran off into different directions. Above in the trees, Jim got out of the blanket, with a huge grin on his face. Jackie-boy uncovered Aaron and himself.

"Now that was fun, yeah?" He asked the little boy.

"Yeah…but it was really hot and you're smelly." Aaron pinched his nose to emphasis the point. Jack made a quick under-arm inspection.

"Yeah, you're right. Do you want to come with us and have chocolate cake?"

"Yay! Chocolate!" Aaron cheered not quite knowing what cake was. Aaron was swept up onto the man's shoulders and carried down the tree, "Are you coming, Jimmy?" he asked. Jim looked over his shoulder and nodded.

"Yeah, I can't believe how idiotic those guys are, you reckon we could catch them tomorrow, if the boss lets us?" He asked.

Jim shrugged, nearly making Aaron topple from his shoulders, "Dunno, we'll find out tomorrow. Anyway, it's time to go home. Ready Aaron?" Aaron nodded, "Right, let's go." And he went walking along the path whistling "Hi Ho!" from the famous Disney Classic, with Jim following behind with a large shotgun.

Down on the beach, Claire was pacing to and fro, pulling out her hair in frustration.

"Why does this happen to me?" Claire moaned, "Why is it always my child that goes missing?" Kate and Shannon looked on, holding a child each. Claire glared at them both and picked up MJ, mainly because she was feeling short of a child and the other mothers weren't helping.

"They'll be back with Aaron, Charlie has always come back with Aaron." Kate patted her shoulder sympathetically. Claire began to sob huge wet tears, which MJ began her queue to start crying again. This lead to a chain reaction of all three babies and all three women crying at the same time.

"Vat the 'ell ees going on?" A very confused voice asked. Danielle appeared with two or three other of the Islanders.

"You!" Claire, Kate and Shannon said in unison at the arrival of the Crazy French Chick.

"Moi?" She replied in complete bafflement. Claire was the first to rise handing MJ over to Shannon.

"Where the hell is my baby?" She demanded while a crowd gathered around her.

"Ze one you are 'olding een you arms or leettle Aaron?"

"Don't be smart with me, you hussy; you know bloody well who I'm talking about!" Claire jabbed a finger at the woman.

"I reelly don't know vat you are talking about."

"You stole my little one!"

"No, not theees time. I vas on ze beach talking wiz Scott and Steve." She jabbed her thumb at the two guys behind her. They both nodded.

"It's the truth." Said Scott.

"She was with us the whole time." Steve nodded.

"What were you doing with her?" Claire demanded, giving them the evil eye.

"We were…" Steve began.

"…making traps." Scott ended.

"Zey wanted to know 'ow to make traps. Long story." Danielle shrugged.

"Nooooooooo! You used my baby as a test subject! How could you!" Claire shrieked, bawling her eyes out. Scott and Steve looked over at each other and shrugged at the same time. Kate, Shannon and Danielle rolled their eyes.

"I deeed not take your Aaron. 'Ee must 'ave wandered off ven you were not looking." Danielle suggested. Claire listened, sniffing and snuffling as she reached her conclusion.

"I believe you," The she bolted upright, "The Others must've taken him…or-or, he could've fallen into one of your traps!"

"I deesmantled my traps-" Danielle began.

"SEARCH EVERYWHERE!" She yelled in hysterics, "Constant vigilance!" she yelled before fainting. Everyone moved forward to help but Danielle was there first and picked up Claire's fallen form.

"I'll go look for ze child…please keep Claire calm, we do not vant to have a woman en peeecies." She said and walked over to Claire's tent and laid her down. Kate waddled up to her, with Yoon Ji in her arms.

"We're sorry about this…Jack and the others have gone looking for you thinking you took him," Kate said, "Shame we don't have a cell phone to contact the others with."

"Cellphone? What ze heck ees a cellphone?" Danielle asked quizzically. Kate mentally slapped her head; Danielle was practically living in the late seventies, cellphones were practically unheard of.

"Never mind, do you think you can find Aaron?"

"Per'aps…I'll catch up to ze ozzers and tell zem I didn't do whatever I deed…if zey don't shoot me first, zen I'll go find Aaron" She said.

"Wait, I'll write them a letter so they know you're not lying," She grabbed Claire's diary which was by the cradle and ripped out the back page, she scrawled a note quickly, "Jack will know my handwriting." She handed Danielle the note.

"I'm sure 'e will." She raised an eyebrow at the scrawl and stuffed it in her pocket, "I'm off, Salut." Danielle turned and disappeared into the forest.

Dum dun Duuuuuuuuuuun!