Post by xgirl30 on Jul 16, 2007 19:52:45 GMT -5
This is a story I started writing several years ago. I may make some changes as I add updates since I know more about the island and Locke's backstory now than when I originally wrote it.
The time is near
This is a Lost/ Millennium crossover
It takes place from Walkabout on.
Rating:PG-13
Note: all Lost characters are the property of ABC and the Creative Genius J.J. Abrams. Millennium characters are the property of Chris Carter and Ten Thirteen productions. I derive no revenue from this and no copyright infringement is intended.
chapter 1
The screech of metal on metal was deafening. Outside the shattered windshield the world tilted sickeningly as the car rolled over. For a few seconds there was nothing but silence and bright light, then everything went black.
The man now known as John Locke shook his head slowly and rubbed his eyes, trying to banish the painful memories, and the ones that followed; of waking up in the hospital, the doctors telling him he would never walk again, learning how to manage in a wheelchair, the investigation into the accident.
Locke reached down and undid the latches of the metal case in front of him.
The investigation had proved inconclusive, with foul play suspected. Locke knew it was no accident, evidence or not. He also knew who was behind it. The Group. He smiled thinking of the revenge he would have once he found out exactly who in the group was responsible. That was unlikely however. Whomever had tampered with the car had done an expert job and left no evidence of his deeds. Lack of evidence. The main reason they hadn't just wired the car with explosives. Car bombs sometimes left telltale signs that could be recognized by the intended victim. It was a good thing they did Locke thought, or that the people planting them sometimes got careless. If Frank Black hadn't seen that piece of wire on the carpet on the drivers side of their rental car in Germany he wouldn't be here now. At any rate, he was still alive and he could walk. Something he had never expected to do again. Locke opened the lid of the metal case, still thinking about events in his past.
The whole trip to Germany had been a mistake. He and Frank Black had gone in search of a religious relic. What they had found was a lot of trouble. He had ended up accused of murder, had nearly been killed by a car bomb, and had been watched closely by the Group. He had found out later that it had been someone in the Group that had framed him too.
The universe works in mysterious ways, he thought, remembering the the person in question, pathologist Cheryl Andrews and how her remains had been discovered a year later along with those of 42 other threats to the group and national security.
Locke threw back the lid of the case, removed the false bottom, and exposed the hidden compartment below. He took a small envelope out of his pocket and opened it. Inside was a silver key. Taking a deep breath he slipped it into the lock on the compartment and turned it. There was a soft click and it opened. He looked inside, letting out the breathe he didn't know he was holding. It was still there, and it appeared intact. Locke ran his hands over the cloth wrapped bundle verifying that it was unbroken. His relief was short lived. The other item he had expected to be in the case was not there. Keeping his momentary panic in check, Locke closed the compartment and the case and removed the money belt he wore around his waist. Inside were his passport and travel visa, cash, and an emergency credit card. It wasn't there either. He was at a loss to know where it was. Then it hit him; he had put it in the inside pocket of his jacket. That meant it was as good as gone. He had found his case with no trouble; the jacket was however no where to be found. Thankfully that wasn't a problem here and after this evening it would just be a pile of ashes. Locke replaced the money belt, closed and locked the case and slowly stood up. A short distance away Jack, Kate, Sayid, and the fat guy, Hurley were discussing the dwindling food supply. The hothead, Sawyer and Walt's father Michael stood nearby watching them. Locke stayed where he was, observing. His hand went to the hilt of his knife. He waited. It wasn't time to take charge yet.
Read more here:
www.mpcreative.info/time.html
The time is near
This is a Lost/ Millennium crossover
It takes place from Walkabout on.
Rating:PG-13
Note: all Lost characters are the property of ABC and the Creative Genius J.J. Abrams. Millennium characters are the property of Chris Carter and Ten Thirteen productions. I derive no revenue from this and no copyright infringement is intended.
chapter 1
The screech of metal on metal was deafening. Outside the shattered windshield the world tilted sickeningly as the car rolled over. For a few seconds there was nothing but silence and bright light, then everything went black.
The man now known as John Locke shook his head slowly and rubbed his eyes, trying to banish the painful memories, and the ones that followed; of waking up in the hospital, the doctors telling him he would never walk again, learning how to manage in a wheelchair, the investigation into the accident.
Locke reached down and undid the latches of the metal case in front of him.
The investigation had proved inconclusive, with foul play suspected. Locke knew it was no accident, evidence or not. He also knew who was behind it. The Group. He smiled thinking of the revenge he would have once he found out exactly who in the group was responsible. That was unlikely however. Whomever had tampered with the car had done an expert job and left no evidence of his deeds. Lack of evidence. The main reason they hadn't just wired the car with explosives. Car bombs sometimes left telltale signs that could be recognized by the intended victim. It was a good thing they did Locke thought, or that the people planting them sometimes got careless. If Frank Black hadn't seen that piece of wire on the carpet on the drivers side of their rental car in Germany he wouldn't be here now. At any rate, he was still alive and he could walk. Something he had never expected to do again. Locke opened the lid of the metal case, still thinking about events in his past.
The whole trip to Germany had been a mistake. He and Frank Black had gone in search of a religious relic. What they had found was a lot of trouble. He had ended up accused of murder, had nearly been killed by a car bomb, and had been watched closely by the Group. He had found out later that it had been someone in the Group that had framed him too.
The universe works in mysterious ways, he thought, remembering the the person in question, pathologist Cheryl Andrews and how her remains had been discovered a year later along with those of 42 other threats to the group and national security.
Locke threw back the lid of the case, removed the false bottom, and exposed the hidden compartment below. He took a small envelope out of his pocket and opened it. Inside was a silver key. Taking a deep breath he slipped it into the lock on the compartment and turned it. There was a soft click and it opened. He looked inside, letting out the breathe he didn't know he was holding. It was still there, and it appeared intact. Locke ran his hands over the cloth wrapped bundle verifying that it was unbroken. His relief was short lived. The other item he had expected to be in the case was not there. Keeping his momentary panic in check, Locke closed the compartment and the case and removed the money belt he wore around his waist. Inside were his passport and travel visa, cash, and an emergency credit card. It wasn't there either. He was at a loss to know where it was. Then it hit him; he had put it in the inside pocket of his jacket. That meant it was as good as gone. He had found his case with no trouble; the jacket was however no where to be found. Thankfully that wasn't a problem here and after this evening it would just be a pile of ashes. Locke replaced the money belt, closed and locked the case and slowly stood up. A short distance away Jack, Kate, Sayid, and the fat guy, Hurley were discussing the dwindling food supply. The hothead, Sawyer and Walt's father Michael stood nearby watching them. Locke stayed where he was, observing. His hand went to the hilt of his knife. He waited. It wasn't time to take charge yet.
Read more here:
www.mpcreative.info/time.html
