The Impossible

Chapter One

Summary: Boone and Sayid ban together to search for the missing Shannon, Alex forms an alliance with Walt, and Sawyer begins to get these mysterious headaches that nobody can understand.

Disclaimers: Lost belongs to J.J. and Co at ABC, and "The Impossible" is performed by Joe Nichols and I'll have to get back to you about who wrote it. Bottom line, I own nothing.

And then there was my junior year

Billy had a brand new car

It was late,the road was wet

I guess the curves was just too sharp

I walked away without a scratch

They brought the helicopter in

And Billy couldn't feel his legs

Said he'd never walk again

But Billy said he would and his mom and daddy prayed

And the day we graduated,he stood up to say:

Boone's head jerked up at the first familiar sound of a twig snapping. He was sitting on the log in his usual spot in the jungle, waiting for Locke to come and get him. Locke had managed to kill some kind of rabbit looking thing and took it back to camp to cook. Birds chirped over head and the sun shined through the thick, over-rooted trees as Boone searched for the source of the noise, which he soon found to be Sayid, standing above him.

"There comes a time when one has to wonder," Sayid began, slightly amused as his thin jaw lines slowly turned upwards, "why one would be sitting alone, in the middle of the jungle, on a log."

"So where's Shannon?" Boone asked, standing up, ignoring Sayid's statement. "Aren't you two usually hand and hand these days?"

Or mouth and mouth, Boone thought bitterly.

"I could say the same about you and Locke," Sayid commented, "without the hands, of course."

"So why are you out here anyway?" Boone asked.

"I got..lost," Sayid admitted.

"Got lost from what?" Boone said, curious.

Sayid remained quiet, not sure of what, or wanting to tell Boone. He didn't think it was his responsibility, especially when it had nothing to do with the boy.

"Fine then," Boone said, balancing his foot on a tree stump to tie his shoe, "don't tell me. But I'll tell you one thing. You may think you know what's going on around here, but believe me, man, you have no idea."

Throwing his backpack over his shoulder, Boone took off down the path towards the hatch, hoping that Sayid wouldn't follow him.

"Are you ready, Mr. Carlisle?"

Boone turned his head to the man sitting next to him. His hands were gripped around the well-used steering wheel of a student rental car. The car sat in the parking lot of the local high school, his school, and he was pleased to know while his fellow classmates were falling asleep in piles of information on Nigeria and Africa while he was excused to drive around the block and pull into parking spaces.

"I've been ready for this my whole life," Boone said, giving a confident sigh before realizing how cheesy that sounded.

"All right then," the instructor beside him, Mr. Brinkman, the same school driving instructor that his cousin had when he went to the school ten years ago, "you know what to do."

Putting on his seat belt and starting up the car, Boone looked back behind him as he backed out of the parking space. He took a deep breath, and began the course- twisting through bright yellow cones that made the sun hide in the shade, and with flawlessly completing the challenge(save the fact that he came only centimeters away from scratching the curve on his first turn) returned the car its parking space, and switched of the ignition. He let out a breath of relief before turning back to the instructor, who seemed almost insulted.

"Wow.." Mr. Brinkman said, astonished, "that's the best I've seen a student run this course in fifteen years."

Boone smiled in pride as Brinkman tore off a sheet from his clipboard pad.

"If you think as well as you drive," Mr. Brinkman said, handing the slip of paper to Boone, "I guess we'll be seeing you at the college then?"

The paper sealed perfectly as Boone fold it, sticking it into his backpack which was in the last seat.

"I guess we'll see in a year," Boone said, stilling grinning like an idiot.

"Hey! Pass on some of those techniques to your friends!" Brinkman said as a joke.

Boone's face fell as he walked away, turned from the instructor, because if there was one thing Boone had a problem with at the moment, was friends.

"Yo, dude, Kate," Hurley said as he walked up behind Kate, who was doing her usual chore of sorting through clothes, though this time it was for anything that could be used as baby items.

"Yeah? "Kate asked as she straightened herself up, wiping the sweat off sun burnt forehead.

"I was kind of wandering if I could talk to you about something," Hurley said.

"Sure," Kate said, reaching down and uncapping a bottle of water, letting the cool liquid run over her dry lips.

"It's about..um.." Hurly began, stumbling over his words, "Sawyer."

Kate almost spit her water out at the sound of worry coming from the tone of Hurley's voice- about Sawyer, of all people.

"What about Sawyer?" She asked cooly, covering up for himself.

"He..hasn't been looking too good lately," Hurley said, looking down.

Kate glanced over to where Sawyer was leaning back against a tree, groaning in the pain of trying to make himself comfortable.

"Yeah?" Kate said, keeping her eyes on Sawyer. "Not too good how?"

"He's not his usual..you know.."

"Jerkish self?" Kate said smirking, finding it hard to believe that someone was worried about Sawyer.

"Yeah," Hurley nodded, "he's been all acting weird and quiet and.."

"Like he's always done?" Kate said, raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah but now it's like he.." Hurley trailed off.

"Can't control it?" Kate asked, looking back at Sawyer.

"Yeah.."

Kate shrugged.

"I'll go talk to him," she assured Hurley, "who knows. Maybe it's just that time of month."

She heard Hurley give his usual chuckle at the joke as she walked away, and Kate found herself ease a little at the thought.

(Space)

"Alex, right?" A voice from behind her ask.

Feeling the light brush of her hair against the side of her still-bruised face as she turned, Alex found herself staring into the coal-black eyes of a ten year old.

"Yeah," she said, "did you need something?"

"Um.."

From the sound of it, the kid had been something the kid had been contemplating the conversation all day long, and Alex felt both amused and touched about that.

"What's your name?" Alex asked him.

"Walt," the boy answered, and Alex noticed for the first time the boy was hiding something behind his back.

"Come on," Alex said, tilting her head towards the empty sand beside her, "take a seat."

Walt stared at her a moment, as if trying to figure out if she was serious, or maybe he was one of the ones afraid of her, and something about the way he acted made her not mind a bit.

"What's that?" Alex asked, her eyes trailing to a book he had been carrying.

"A book a found," Walt explained, showing it to her, "there's been nothing to do and-"

"Isn't your dad the one who's been working on that raft?" Alex inquired.

"Yeah," Walt said, "but that's boring."

"So why'd you come to me?" Alex asked, feeling like she was talking to a little brother.

"Well nobody talks to you, and-"

"You feel sorry for me," Alex said, smiling sadly at the ocean moving in a calm motion in front of them.

"And I figured you'd be the only one who could understand this," Walt said, opening up to a page in a biology book about hollow earth.

"What would make you think I could understand that?" Alex asked, examining the complicated articles and reading the captions of different animals.

"You understood those equations," Walt pointed out.

"All right I'll take a look at them," Alex said, laughing a little, taking the book into her hands as she flipped through her hands. "You know, I completely forgot that I might not be going to school for a while."

"You're still in school?" Walt asked, wide-eyed, surprised.

"Yeah," Alex nodded, "why?"

"You just seemed older," Walt shrugged.

"Yeah," Alex said, momentarily staring back out at sea, "I've heard that one before."

Author's Note: Okay, not much, but it's a start. First chapter, you know? Like a first act. I have to set it up. Thanks to all of you who reviewed for "Wish You Were Here" and I hope you came back for this!

Future hints to my series: I love writing Lost, it's just so much fun, so I make as much of it as I can. I like to act as the Lost writers, and make everything intentional. Every book's chosen for a purpose, and every topic(ex: hollow earth) is chosen for a purpose. It's just something I do because I have no life(lol!).

You're biggest hint: Don't believe anything you see write away! I absolutely love writing twist! For example- Sawyer's headaches! They're not as they seem!

Next chapter: Kate gets the truth(or if you're smart: "truth") out of Sawyer, Jack is back, Alex and Walt will spend more time together(in a brother/sister kind of way- not romance!) which is also important. Shannon and Sayid make a duo return, and chat a little about Boone..

Future chapters: Alex and Walt discover something(new!) odd about the island, dealing with island creatures. A plan of Sayid's backfires(again!) and Jack is reluctant to help Sawyer, who has these weird headaches(sound familiar?)

Any suggestions on the Sayid/Boone jungle trek would be much appreciated!

Oh yeah, and sorry it took a while to get this up! I wanted to get this up sooner, but I didn't have the time. Hope you enjoyed it!

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