The Locke and the Key
Chapter Two
Ewan stretched his shirt back over his soaking, wet hair. He opened the bathroom door and watched the steam flood out into the hallway. He strolled into the computer room and watched Locke who was sketching something from memory on a small sheet of paper. He was hunched over the table and concentrating deeply. He jumped when Ewan said, "This hatch is nice. How come I had to ask before I got invited?"
Locke ignored him once more.
"Is there any food?"
Locke lifted his pencil from the paper and pointed in the direction of the pantry. Ewan sulked over. He grabbed a bag of Dharma Intuitive Mac and Cheese and a box of Dharma Fish Crackers. He began preparing his meal as he asked Locke, "So how did you find this place, anyway?"
Locke kept sketching.
Ewan smirked and continued mixing his macaroni. He brought the bowl over and stood behind the computer, watching Locke draw. "How does it work?" he asked, motioning to the computer.
Locke actually looked up at this one. He crumbled the paper shoved it in his pocket and said, "I'll let you take a shift."
"Well, what does it do?"
Locke began walking to the room with all the books as he replied, "You have to type in the code every time it beeps."
"What's the code?" Ewan shouted angrily.
Locke strolled leisurly in the book room, read the backs of two books, pulled the better one off the shelf and walked back to the impatient, steaming Ewan. "Four, eight, fifteen, sixteen, twenty-three, forty-two," he said.
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Beep. Beep. Beep. Ewan awoke with a start. He clumsily swiped his arm across the keyboard, causing the computer to read, "4RGY". He ground, deleted the mistake and typed in the real code. The beeping stopped and Ewan sighed with relief.
"Who are you?" Ewan held his breath and looked wide-eyed at the woman standing in front of the computer, one hand on her hip.
She had curly black hair tied back in a ponytail and a gun stuffed in her back pocket. As Ewan stuttered, her hand slid closer to the gun. "Um... uh... Ewan."
"Why are you... here?" the woman asked, disgusted.
"Locke um... Locke brought me down here. He said it was my turn to take a shift."
At the mention of his name, Locke marked his page with his finger and walked into the computer room. "It's okay, Ana. I took him down here."
"Well, it's time for my shift," Ana said, pacing over to the computer. "Unless you wanna keep going."
When Ewan glanced over at Locke's expression he realized it was a joke. He got out of the chair and let Ana sit down. "I think it's about time we head out," Locke said.
"Wait," Ana Lucia said, "I don't watch a lotta movies, but aren't you the guy who plays Obi-Wan?"
"Yes," Ewan said sheepishly even though his face lit up like a sign in Vegas. "That's me."
Aha! Locke thought to himself. I knew I recognized him from somewhere. But... not Star Wars. Helen took me to see that chick-flick once... "Were you in Moulin Rouge?"
"Yes!" Ewan cried, now extreemly excited, "And no one's said a f' word to me for forty days!" He bounced childishly on his toes and a giddy grin spread across his face. "I was in Big Fish and Velvet Goldmine and Robots and Stormbreaker--"
"We get it," Ana said, sorry she'd asked.
Once Ewan realized he had been rambling about his success he quickly bowed his head and then grinned at Ana. Locke pulled him by the arm and hurried him out of the hatch.
x x x
"Hey, Sawyer?" Ewan walked up to the tent made of blue tarp. He was about to knock on it, but stopped himself.
"What?" he called from inside.
Ewan could hear him getting up from a comfortable position. He pushed away a curtain of tarp and poked his head out. "What?" he asked again, only this time, more annoyed.
"Em... I heard you had all the meds."
"Yeah, what's it to ya?"
"Well, if I could just see--" Ewan tried to edge his way inside Sawyer's tent, but Sawyer blocked him.
"Whadya want?"
"Just... medicine."
"Tell me what it is and I'll get it for ya, bagpipes."
Ewan tried to ignore the rude nickname the island's con-man had just givin to him. "I dunno... Tylenol or something? Pain reliever?"
"Uch... nothing interesting. Jack's got all the meds."
"What?"
"I said, Jack's got all the meds, haggis-breath."
Frustrated and unable to think of any good comebacks Ewan trudged off in the direction he hoped Jack would be in.
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