Part 118: Locke and Mia
Mia looked at the bald man, wondering how to approach him. Should be blunt or dance around the topic? How could he get her to trust him? She had never met him before now and already she trusted him. As he picked up his backpack, he was about to head back into the jungle. She quickly strode through the grass, feeling it collide with her bare legs. “Mr. Locke!” she called to him.
The older man turned around, seeing the Lakota girl approach him. “Hello . .Mia, Right?” he said, snapping his fingers.
“Yes, good morning,” she said, shaking his hand.
“How are your housing arrangements on the beach?”
“More than accommodating, Mr. Locke.” She replied.
“You can call me John.”
Mia giggled, rubbing her foot into the ground. “No, I can’t.”
“Ah,” he smiled, being reminded of her archer boyfriend, “Well, I must be off. Have a good day.”
“Locke, wait,” Mia said, taking his arm.
“Yes?” he said.
Mia was starting to panic. What was she supposed to say to him? Would he even believed her if she did tell him the truth? The Lakota girl silently cursed but realized she might as well be blunt. She was left with no more choice. “I think I can help you.” She said.
“Help me with what?” he asked.
Mia sighed, “I can help you open the hatch.”
Locke’s face didn’t seem to change from the statement she just mentioned. He even seemed to look confused. “What hatch?” he asked.
“The Hatch in the ground.” She said, motioning with her hands, “You want to open it and so do I. I am willing to help.”
“I’m sorry, Mia, “ he said, turning around, “I don’t know what you are talking about.”
Mia grunted. She knew he had already found the hatch! He would have had to! He didn’t trust her. But she wasn’t the type to give up easily. She stormed after him, with glitched fists. “You don’t trust me, I get it,” she growled, “But I can help you.”
“Go back to the beach, Mia.” He whispered, “Go be with your friends.”
“Well, will you at least please tell me about this miracle?”
Locke paused in his walking. He remembered using that word to a small black boy to tell him what had happened on the island. He slowly turned to face her. “What miracle?” he whispered.
“How . .how are you walking?” she said, “Did you really need that wheelchair?”
Locke then quickly approached her and cupped her mouth his hand. Mia froze, trying not to move. The bald man scanned the area to make sure they were alone. Then she slowly parted from her, and then motioned for her to sit down. She slowly got on her knees, then rested on her thigh. Locke took off his backpack, placed it on the ground and then sat on it. He took a deep breath and looked at her. “How did you know I needed a wheelchair?” he said sternly, “Did you see them carry me on the plane?”
“No, sir. I saw you at the Walkabout Station.” She confessed.
Locke’s eyes lit up. “You . . .were at the Walkabout Station?”
“Yes, I was caught in traffic. I missed the bus leading out. I saw you outside by the curb waiting on a taxi. You looked so mad. Were . . were you trying to go on the Walkabout, sir?”
Locke massaged his chin, and then rubbed his eye. “Walkabouts are meant for people who can walk.” He sighed.
“But . .you’re walking now.” Mia stammered, “How is that possible?”
Then he did it just like in her dream. He smiled that warm smile; the Santa Claus smile. Mia felt relaxed looking at it, remembering his smile well. Locke could see something in Mia he had not seen in any other survivor; vast potential. He massaged his knees and then looked back to her. “The island gave back my legs, Mia.” He confessed.
“The island did?” she gasped.
“Yes, the moment I landed I was able to walk. It the miracle I was searching for my whole life.”
“Who have you told about this, Locke?” the Lakota smiled.
“Just you.”
Mia then blushed. The island gave him the ability to walk and he’s told no one but her? She was going to work on his trust but she never expected to obtain it so quickly. “Why . .why would you tell me?” she whispered, “I just met you.”
“I can tell certain things, Mia. The moment you told me about the Hatch and the fact that you saw me at the Walkabout Station, that told me our meeting was not by accident. It was fate. It was meant to happen.”
Mia tucked her hair back behind her ears, “I will admit there have been some things that have been difficult for me to explain.”
Locke shook his head in agreement. “Like how you were able to find me and the Hatch?”
“Yes, that’s the biggest one.” She giggled.
“How did you know about the Hatch?”
“My granny told me.” She said, being honest.
Locke looked confused. How would her grandmother know of the Hatch when Mia knows and he had just met her? The Lakota girl laid down on her side, then picked a blade of grass, gently rubbed it between her fingers. “She speaks to me in my dreams,” she says, “She was the one that told me about you . . and the Hatch.”
Locke smiled, “You’re . . you’re speaking of visions.”
“It wasn’t all that uncommon among my people.” She said, rubbing her skin.
“Have you had visions before?”
“Not since I got here.”
Locke laughed, slapping his legs. Mia giggled at his reaction. Apparently what she said was what he wanted to hear. He looked at her again with his warm smile. “The Island gave you that ability, Mia,” he said, “Perhaps due to your ancestors, you’ve always had it. But once you got here, the Island freed you.”
Mia smiled. His words were spoken as if he was a poet. Not only did he now trust her but the fact that she was having visions, only cemented their trust. It would seem that she was only one of the few that gave him what he truly wished for.
Understanding.
“I am so glad we talked, Locke.” She said.
“I am too.” He said, standing up, “I am on a supply run right now but tomorrow, I will take you to the Hatch.”
“Thank you, sir.” She said, standing up.
“Who have you discussed the Hatch with besides me?”
“Just my boyfriend, John. Why?” she said, concerned.
“Can he trusted?”
“Absolutely,” she said with conviction.
Locke smiled his warm smile one more time. He walked over to her, placing his hands on her shoulders. She tried to not gasp; there was no way he could have know he and her were standing in the exact same position than in her dream. “Don’t tell anyone that I couldn’t walk,” he said, “These people are good people but like many, they fear the unknown. They just wouldn’t understand.”
“Okay.” She said, promising.
He kissed her on her forehead and then turned to walk away, going on his supply run. He turned around and pointed his finger at her. “Mia?” he smiled, “This is only the beginning.”
Mia smiled, watching the old man leave her. She was so happy that he trusted her and understood her visions. He didn’t label her as crazy or doubt her for one section. Mr. Locke was truly a remarkable man. She slowly felt of the forehead at the spot where he kissed her. The touch of his lips against her temple, sent a small joyous tear down her cheek.
It felt like her father kissing her goodbye.
The older man turned around, seeing the Lakota girl approach him. “Hello . .Mia, Right?” he said, snapping his fingers.
“Yes, good morning,” she said, shaking his hand.
“How are your housing arrangements on the beach?”
“More than accommodating, Mr. Locke.” She replied.
“You can call me John.”
Mia giggled, rubbing her foot into the ground. “No, I can’t.”
“Ah,” he smiled, being reminded of her archer boyfriend, “Well, I must be off. Have a good day.”
“Locke, wait,” Mia said, taking his arm.
“Yes?” he said.
Mia was starting to panic. What was she supposed to say to him? Would he even believed her if she did tell him the truth? The Lakota girl silently cursed but realized she might as well be blunt. She was left with no more choice. “I think I can help you.” She said.
“Help me with what?” he asked.
Mia sighed, “I can help you open the hatch.”
Locke’s face didn’t seem to change from the statement she just mentioned. He even seemed to look confused. “What hatch?” he asked.
“The Hatch in the ground.” She said, motioning with her hands, “You want to open it and so do I. I am willing to help.”
“I’m sorry, Mia, “ he said, turning around, “I don’t know what you are talking about.”
Mia grunted. She knew he had already found the hatch! He would have had to! He didn’t trust her. But she wasn’t the type to give up easily. She stormed after him, with glitched fists. “You don’t trust me, I get it,” she growled, “But I can help you.”
“Go back to the beach, Mia.” He whispered, “Go be with your friends.”
“Well, will you at least please tell me about this miracle?”
Locke paused in his walking. He remembered using that word to a small black boy to tell him what had happened on the island. He slowly turned to face her. “What miracle?” he whispered.
“How . .how are you walking?” she said, “Did you really need that wheelchair?”
Locke then quickly approached her and cupped her mouth his hand. Mia froze, trying not to move. The bald man scanned the area to make sure they were alone. Then she slowly parted from her, and then motioned for her to sit down. She slowly got on her knees, then rested on her thigh. Locke took off his backpack, placed it on the ground and then sat on it. He took a deep breath and looked at her. “How did you know I needed a wheelchair?” he said sternly, “Did you see them carry me on the plane?”
“No, sir. I saw you at the Walkabout Station.” She confessed.
Locke’s eyes lit up. “You . . .were at the Walkabout Station?”
“Yes, I was caught in traffic. I missed the bus leading out. I saw you outside by the curb waiting on a taxi. You looked so mad. Were . . were you trying to go on the Walkabout, sir?”
Locke massaged his chin, and then rubbed his eye. “Walkabouts are meant for people who can walk.” He sighed.
“But . .you’re walking now.” Mia stammered, “How is that possible?”
Then he did it just like in her dream. He smiled that warm smile; the Santa Claus smile. Mia felt relaxed looking at it, remembering his smile well. Locke could see something in Mia he had not seen in any other survivor; vast potential. He massaged his knees and then looked back to her. “The island gave back my legs, Mia.” He confessed.
“The island did?” she gasped.
“Yes, the moment I landed I was able to walk. It the miracle I was searching for my whole life.”
“Who have you told about this, Locke?” the Lakota smiled.
“Just you.”
Mia then blushed. The island gave him the ability to walk and he’s told no one but her? She was going to work on his trust but she never expected to obtain it so quickly. “Why . .why would you tell me?” she whispered, “I just met you.”
“I can tell certain things, Mia. The moment you told me about the Hatch and the fact that you saw me at the Walkabout Station, that told me our meeting was not by accident. It was fate. It was meant to happen.”
Mia tucked her hair back behind her ears, “I will admit there have been some things that have been difficult for me to explain.”
Locke shook his head in agreement. “Like how you were able to find me and the Hatch?”
“Yes, that’s the biggest one.” She giggled.
“How did you know about the Hatch?”
“My granny told me.” She said, being honest.
Locke looked confused. How would her grandmother know of the Hatch when Mia knows and he had just met her? The Lakota girl laid down on her side, then picked a blade of grass, gently rubbed it between her fingers. “She speaks to me in my dreams,” she says, “She was the one that told me about you . . and the Hatch.”
Locke smiled, “You’re . . you’re speaking of visions.”
“It wasn’t all that uncommon among my people.” She said, rubbing her skin.
“Have you had visions before?”
“Not since I got here.”
Locke laughed, slapping his legs. Mia giggled at his reaction. Apparently what she said was what he wanted to hear. He looked at her again with his warm smile. “The Island gave you that ability, Mia,” he said, “Perhaps due to your ancestors, you’ve always had it. But once you got here, the Island freed you.”
Mia smiled. His words were spoken as if he was a poet. Not only did he now trust her but the fact that she was having visions, only cemented their trust. It would seem that she was only one of the few that gave him what he truly wished for.
Understanding.
“I am so glad we talked, Locke.” She said.
“I am too.” He said, standing up, “I am on a supply run right now but tomorrow, I will take you to the Hatch.”
“Thank you, sir.” She said, standing up.
“Who have you discussed the Hatch with besides me?”
“Just my boyfriend, John. Why?” she said, concerned.
“Can he trusted?”
“Absolutely,” she said with conviction.
Locke smiled his warm smile one more time. He walked over to her, placing his hands on her shoulders. She tried to not gasp; there was no way he could have know he and her were standing in the exact same position than in her dream. “Don’t tell anyone that I couldn’t walk,” he said, “These people are good people but like many, they fear the unknown. They just wouldn’t understand.”
“Okay.” She said, promising.
He kissed her on her forehead and then turned to walk away, going on his supply run. He turned around and pointed his finger at her. “Mia?” he smiled, “This is only the beginning.”
Mia smiled, watching the old man leave her. She was so happy that he trusted her and understood her visions. He didn’t label her as crazy or doubt her for one section. Mr. Locke was truly a remarkable man. She slowly felt of the forehead at the spot where he kissed her. The touch of his lips against her temple, sent a small joyous tear down her cheek.
It felt like her father kissing her goodbye.
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