The Locke and the Key
Chapter Six
"Hey, Michael! Hey wait!" Ewan realized it was a bad time to ask Michael anything when he turned around and snarled at him.
"What?" he asked. He angrily hobbled in Ewan's direction as Ewan rushed forward.
"I heard you were going out in search of Walt. When are you leaving?" he asked.
"You're not going," Michael grumbled.
"Huh? I just wanna help--"
"I'm sorry, Ewan, but I'm trying to keep it small. I don't want a whole army of noise out there," Michael turned around and continued walking in the direction he was going before.
"Michael. I miss Walt too. Can't I just--"
"Ewan!" Michael turned around. "Sorry. It's just that... this is MY son. I need to do this MY way."
"Well, I can HELP you do it your way--"
"Ewan!" Michael snapped. "You're NOT coming."
Fuming, Ewan set off farther down the beach to find Sayid. Something with Michael was not right. True, he had lost his son, but since when was he snappish? Finally, Ewan found Sayid trying to fix up an old radio in his tent. "Hey, Sayid? Can I talk to you?" Ewan asked.
"Sure." He continued to fumble with the pieces of the radio. Static suddenly blared throughout the tent. Sayid quickly turned the radio dial down and faced Ewan. His eyes were patient and ready to listen. Ewan was grateful for this.
"Michael's been acting strange lately," Ewan started. "I asked him if I could help find Walt and he said no. He didn't even consider it. He just said no."
"So he said you couldn't come either?"
"What do you mean?" Ewan shifted closer to what Sayid had to say. If Sayid could listen to him so patiently, the least Ewan could do was LOOK interested.
"Sawyer told me I was in. But when Michael found out, he told me he had to do this 'his way'."
"He told me that too. But what exactly IS his way? Letting only certain people come?" Ewan mused.
"I suppose," Sayid said. But I AM beginning to think Michael is lying about something and this only helps my theory."
"What theory?"
"I think Michael is setting them up. The four people he wants to take. I think he's luring them into a trap. I don't know how yet, but I know he is lying."
"Lying about not speaking with the others?" Ewan added. "What if he made a deal with them? That's why everything must be so... HIS way."
"That's it," Sayid grinned, "That fits perfectly."
"So what are we gonna do?"
"I will talk to Jack about it," Sayid promised.
By now, Ewan had learned how to get to the hatch and back--quickly. He surprised himself this time by reaching the large, metal doors in record time. He looked down at his watch and smiled. He was never really quite good at directions, especially in the middle of the jungle where the most prominent landmark was bird poop on the edge of a leaf.
Ewan swung open the door to the hatch and ventured inside until he found the kitchen. Jack was standing near the counter opening a bag of oatmeal.
"Hey, Jack," Ewan said.
"Hey."
Ewan walked closer to Jack and leaned against the counter, watching him mix the bag of oatmeal with milk. "I was wondering if you could just get me one of those guns in the--"
"What? JUST get you a gun? Where do you plan on going?"
"I--I wanna go find... Walt."
"Oh. Sorry, Ewan. Michael's trying to--"
"No. Please. I already asked Michael. But, hey. I don't need you guys. I'll be fine on my own."
"Well uh... feel free. But I'm not letting you have one of the guns."
"Why?"
"Have you ever HANDLED a gun before?"
"Of course I have."
"A REAL gun. Not a stage prop."
"Well..."
"Exactly."
"But Jack! I miss Walt! We used to hang out all the time, don't you remember? I taught him a bunch of games and stuff. I miss him."
"Why are you telling ME this? Why don't you go talk to some of your other friends?"
"That's just it," Ewan sighed. "I don't HAVE any other friends. Except for HIM."
"Who? Walt?"
"Uh... yeah. Please just give me the gun. You don't understand."
"No."
"Fine," Ewan spat. He pivoted and began exiting the hatch. "I'll go unarmed," he called back to Jack, "See if I care!" Ewan turned around and shot Jack the sinister look he had been practicing in case he ever got the lead as an evil villain. Then he raced out the doorway of the hatch.
Jack froze. He normally wouldn't be worried if that snobby, stuck-up, emotionally troubled Hollywood star had just run into death's hungry mouth. But jack knew he could never forgive himself for not trying if Ewan ACTUALLY did injure or kill himself. He sprinted off after him and decided it was best that Ewan didn't know Jack was stalking him until it was really necessary.
Okay, so as of yesterday I am caught up with my story to the 3 minutes episode. I'll try and post the seventh chapter before the season finale airs but I have play practice all this week.
WATCH the Season finale and think of me squealing on my couch everytime Desmond appears.
PS: These stories won't stop over the summer. Either I'll go back and do Ewan's adventure from the very beginning OR... get this... I'm thinking about making a "Choose Your Own Adventure" of LOST. Which do you think?