A/N: This is a Lost crossover, with OUaT characters instead of the Lost characters. It will follow the Lost time line and most of the plot, but things will differ as well, since these are different characters and will therefore make different choices. People are going to die. I want to be very upfront about that. If you've seen Lost then you know it kills everyone you love ha.

I hope you enjoy this, I'm looking forward to writing it. It will begin to go more in-depth into everyone's back grounds as well, flashing backwards as well as telling the present story.

Lastly, if you've never seen Lost I will attempt to explain everything as best I can so it makes sense. My beta hasn't seen the show, so if she gets confused I'll know things need to be explained better.

Enjoy! 2 Will be up very soon!

Belle should have gone to Los Angeles a week ago. There had been no good reason to postpone her trip, but flying made her nervous. She knew, realistically, that flying was safer than driving her car but that didn't stop her from gripping her arm rest nervously. Next to her Garrett, her boyfriend, rolled his eyes.

"Calm down Belle," he said for the thirtieth time. "I'm going to the bathroom."

It was her turn to roll her eyes at that statement. Garrett thought he had hidden his heroin problem from her but she wasn't stupid. As he left her to go get high she wondered why they were still together. She was certain he was sleeping with his groupies, his music was terrible, and they could barely tolerate each other.

His band, Night Swords, had had one major hit right after they graduated high school. Belle had been happy to support him back then, when he had been sober and his dreams weren't clouded by money and women. Fame and drugs had twisted everything that was good about him and turned him into a man who couldn't sit through a twelve hour flight without getting high. She supposed she still felt that old sense of loyalty that you got when you'd known someone your whole plane jolted violently for a moment and Belle gripped the arm rest again, squeezing her eyes shut tightly. The plane steadied after a moment and she opened her eyes. Next to her an attractive blonde man with blue eyes was smiling at her.

"Afraid of flying?" He asked and there was no judgment in his voice for which she was grateful for.

She nodded. "First time," she admitted. He smiled sympathetically and took her hand."Well I'm here until your husband gets back," he gave her hand a reassuring squeeze.

"Boyfriend," she corrected as the plane bounced again. "My name is Belle," she added, trying to distract herself from her fear.

"David. Don't worry, flying is completely safe. I do it often." His smile was lost as the plane jolted hard. Her eyes flew shut even with David's hand holding hers reassuringly.

That was when everything went to hell. The plane dropped and Belle's eyes flew open when the little oxygen mask hit her on the face. She and David stopped holding hands as they both fumbled for the yellow plastic breathing mask. She hysterically wondered if it was possible for them to have jinxed the plane.

She had just secured her mask on her face when the back of the plane groaned loudly, and with an ear shattering noise, broke off from them. She couldn't hear anything after that, the wind roaring deafeningly. She looked over and saw David was already unconscious before she followed him into the darkness.

She woke when she hit the water. It took Belle a moment to figure out how she got there. Plane crash, her mind screamed and then she kicked to get to the inhaled sharply and then screamed. In the water next to her was a bleeding body, the neck twisted grotesquely. She swam away quickly, her eyes finding a beach not far from where she was. As she swam she could hear the sound of the plane's engine screaming and people running around, some pulling people out of the water, others standing there in shock.

When she was close enough that her feet touched sand, two men ran out to her and helped her to the beach where she promptly collapsed. She didn't have time to relax before the engine exploded. She covered her head with her arms but she was far enough away from it to keep her safe. Her ears were ringing from the explosion and shock was starting to set in, if it hadn't already.

She watched with a detached sort of horror as bodies washed up on shore, some dead and some alive. The alive ones were taken to a man Belle surmised must be a doctor. The dead ones were placed in a pile to be dealt with later.

She felt like she should be helping but she couldn't will herself to move. She didn't know how anyone was doing anything but sitting there with her. She just watched, deciding she wasn't immediately useful as a rare book dealer, and waited for someone to tell her what to do. She saw David helping the doctor, attempting to save whoever was lying under them. Near them a man, in what had likely been a crisp suit, watch for a moment before walking toward the opposite end of the beach. A pretty blonde was rubbing her wrists and looking around nervously, a young boy standing next to her clutching a large brown book.

"You okay?" A man plopped down next to her and loosened his scarf, throwing it off to the side. His neck was bleeding in a thin line from ear to ear. She gasped and scrambled back but he just smiled easily.

"It's shallow doll, calm down. Come back, tell me your name."She just stared for a long moment, trying to absorb his words. How was he so calm?

"Belle," she finally rasped out, earning a smile of approval from the stranger. He was taking his shoes off and letting his toes dig in the sand.

"And what do you do, Belle?"

"Books," she said, her brain unable to keep up with his questions.

"A librarian?" He asked, not sounding like he really cared. That wasn't unusual; Garrett was always telling her she was a glorified librarian. Garrett.

Her head snapped up. "Garrett." She climbed to her feet and delved into the chaos, searching for her boyfriend. He had left her to go to the bathroom. The bathroom in the back of the plane that had split from the rest of them mid-air.

She couldn't help herself as she vomited all over the sand.

"Well isn't that lovely," a Scottish voice said to her left. She looked up through her hair to see his scorn. She wanted to say something to him but instead vomited again. It was almost poetic, and if she hadn't been so disturbed it would have been funny.

"Okay, up you go," hands were around her waist, pulling her off her knees and to her feet. It was the same man who had been asking her about her job and name.

"He's dead," she rasped, dry heaving. The dark haired man led her away from the chaos and sat her back down on the sand.

"Let it out," he said, his face showing genuine emotion. She didn't realize she had been crying, she couldn't have said when she started. No matter his flaws, Garrett didn't deserve to die like that.

"My name is Jefferson," he told her after a while. She didn't know how long they had been sitting there; it could have been minutes or hours. She looked over at him, wiping her eyes. "Hi," she said, offering him a shaking hand. He took it immediately, shaking it firmly. His grip was soothing and she was grateful when he let her continue holding it. "We're going to be rescued. They're probably already looking for us." He looked so certain that Belle didn't doubt him for a moment. She wanted to get home, to lie in her own bed and cry and sleep until it all made sense.

"Hungry?" An elderly woman was holding two meals that looked as if they had been salvaged from the plane. They both accepted but neither was very hungry. They picked at their food in silence, occasionally urging the other to eat. She watched as a small group of people bickered over what to do with the bodies, the Scottish man who had been so rude to her earlier watch and occasionally antagonize them. The men didn't come to a decision, instead deciding to wait until the rescue team came. Belle personally thought that was a good plan; it would be disrespectful to bury them here on this island instead of taking them home.

Night fell and everyone moved in closer to the wreckage of the plane. A large fire had been built and the same woman who had given them food passed around blankets. Belle and Jefferson found a spot close enough to the fire to be warm. David stopped by for a moment and expressed his gratitude that Belle had lived and advised her to see the doctor, a man called Dr. Whale. Belle had smiled politely and agreed even though she had no intention of doing so. She could tell the doctor had his plate full, the last thing he needed was her bothering him.

It seemed David had taken on the role of de-facto leader. People were coming to him, asking questions and trying to find ways to be useful. Belle briefly wondered what he had done before the crash to give him such confidence around all these people, in light of what had just happened.

After a while peace settled over the camp as people found spots to sleep for the night. There were quite conversations going on around them, although Belle and Jefferson preferred to sit in silence. Belle noticed that Jefferson watched people, either from old habits or boredom and curiosity, but she couldn't help but wonder what he was learning about this group of herself wasn't interested in the people around her. She was fixed on Garrett and his death, and how she would explain it to his parents. They worshipped Garrett, their prized only son. She knew they would be angry she had lived while he had died and briefly she considered not saying anything to them at all, but Belle didn't consider herself a coward. She would apologize and leave out the bad stuff and hope they forgave her for something she had no control was also becoming increasingly worried about her father. He was likely getting the news now that her plane had crashed. The man already had a weak heart after the loss of her mother; she knew the stress of this was likely to give him another heart attack. The thought made her want to be sick again.

She tried to put the thought from her mind. They were going to be rescued soon and she would reassure him herself that everything was fine.

Jefferson turned to her to say something when something violent and loud began shaking at the trees on the edge of the jungle. Everyone immediately became alarmed, Belle included. Every worst case scenario filed through her head as she waited for whatever was to rip its way through the jungle and kill them all.

After several tense moments the roaring and shaking stopped. Everyone was waiting with bated breath to see if this was just the calm before the storm, but nothing happened and people began to relax slightly. Belle knew one thing, as she settled back, edging slightly closer to Jefferson: she would not be getting any sleep tonight.

Belle slept poorly that night after the noises from the jungle. Jefferson seemed to fair no better than she did, and she was grateful for the morning. She had assumed the rescue planes would have found them by now, but there was nothing but clear skies and blue water, unblemished by boats and planes. People were beginning to become panicked, Belle included. She refused to believe anything but eminent rescue was on the horizon.

David decided to go and search for the cockpit and Belle was quick to join him, along with a young boy named Sean who claimed he thought he knew where it had landed.

Belle was grateful for the distraction and something to do. They walked in quiet silence through the jungle, David following in the direction Sean had pointed out. "So uh, what were you doing in Australia?" Sean asked. He was young, she noticed.

"I live there," she said pointedly, letting her Australian accent color her words.

"Right, sorry," he looked a little abashed. Belle decided in that moment that she liked him. He was sweet in a dopey sort of way and likely harmless.

"What about you?" She smiled at him as they trekked up a large hill.

He looked far away for a moment before he said, "Just tying up a loose end." He looked sad, and couldn't quite meet her eyes and she wondered what loose end he had to tie.

"I can't stay," Sean said, stepping into the pretty blonde girl's apartment, "But I had to see you, tell you myself."

"What is there to say Sean?" She asked angrily. "Your daddy has made the decision for you. You don't have to explain anything to me." Somehow her Australian accent made her sound sweeter than the words she was saying. "

"It's more complicated than that," he protested. She snorted in disbelief, her hand resting on her barely protruding stomach.

"It is not. Your daddy doesn't want his only son raising a baby so he's threatening to cut you off you stay with me. You chose the money. Good riddance, Sean. The baby deserves a better role model than you." Every word was venom.

"I want to help you Ella," he pulled out a check and offered it to her. She snatched it and immediately ripped it up.

"I don't want your money. I don't want anything from you, not your money or your pity."

"Ella, please..." he looked at her pleadingly and he could see tears welling up in her eyes but her face remained resolute". . .

"Just go Sean. We don't need you. Consider yourself absolved of all responsibilities."He faltered, unsure of what to so. He took a step towards her but she turned her head, tears spilling onto her cheeks. She pointed at the door. "Please, Sean. Go," she whispered.

He walked up to her and wiped her tears away, placed another check in her hand. He had come prepared, knowing his firey Ella well. She crunched it in her fist but didn't rip it up. He considered that progress. "If you need anything..." he trailed off, unsure what he could follow that with. She would never call him for anything, he knew that, but he had to put the offer out there. He was only twenty; he wasn't ready to be a father. This was for the best.

He walked out, shutting the door softly behind him and walked to his car. Immediately his phone rang. It was his father calling to see where he was, if he had broken things off with Ella. His father would be angry when he learned of the money Sean had given Ella but it didn't matter. Ella deserved something, even if she didn't want tossed the phone into the passenger seat and drove away. He had a flight to catch.

"Here it is," David said. The front of the plane was leaning against a tree. Belle and Sean jogged to catch up. Belle could already tell the angle was going to be problematic but David was undeterred, climbing in first. Belle followed with Sean at the rear, all three using the backs of the chairs to climb up.

"Oh God," Sean gasped when his hand slipped onto one of the dead bodies still strapped to their chairs. Belle was trying not to focus on that, or the smell which was starting to become overwhelming. She knew that for as long as she lived she would never forget the smell of decay and rot that currently filled the plane.

Belle slipped once when they reached the door to the cockpit but David was quick and caught her. "Thanks," she smiled, pulling herself up with his help and through the door. Sean disappeared into the bathroom and she could hear him retching.

Inside the cockpit both pilots appeared to be dead. David was either unaffected or good at concealing his emotions because he immediately began searching for the transceiver they needed to send their distress call.

A loud gasping noise came from the pilot. Belle and David both jumped as the dark haired man looked around in horror. David pushed past Belle to check on the man and Belle was beginning to see David had a bit of a hero complex.

"Are you all right?" David asked the disoriented man. "We crashed," the pilot told them. Belle crouched near them.

"We're looking for the transceiver; we're going to send a distress call."

The pilot reached around her and pulled out what looked like a large walkie talkie and handed it to her.

"Where are we?" David asked. The general consensus was that they couldn't be far off course. "How far from Australia are we?"

The pilot shook his head and Belle was filled with a sense of dread. "We lost radio communication about six hours in to the flight. We had turned around and were heading for Fiji when we hit turbulence. No one knew where we were. They're looking for us, but not in the right spot. No one is coming."

David and Belle exchanged a terrified glance. "No," said David. "We'll send out a distress signal. Someone is bound to hear it."The pilot opened his mouth to respond when a loud clicking noise roared from outside. The three of them froze until it stopped.

"What was that?" The pilot asked, his eyes wide with fear.

"We should go. Belle, find Sean."

Belle nodded and left David and the pilot in the cockpit. Sean was still in the bathroom looking absolutely green. When he saw her, he offered a weak smile which she returned sympathetically. She had been in the same boat yesterday and had no room to judge him.

"I didn't think..." he trailed off and she nodded. She had not considered the possibility that the front end of the plane would have been a tomb for some of the passengers either. "We found the transceiver," she waved it slightly. It made their adventure a success, and considering what they had just witnessed, Belle needed a little victory.

The clicking noise was back, louder than before. Belle and Sean climbed back into the cockpit just in time to see something grab the pilot through a shattered window. David grabbed him, attempting to keep him in the plane, but whatever had the pilot was much stronger.

"Run!" David ordered, as if anyone needed any persuading. It was much easier to get out of the plane than it had been to get in it and once out the three of them took off running at full speed. Belle was surprised she was the fastest as she ran, and when she turned she realized neither Sean or David were behind her. She stopped running, listening for the roaring noise but it was gone. The jungle was almost eerily quiet and she was tempted to turn heel and keep running until she reached the beach.

"Do the brave thing and bravery will follow," she said to herself, taking a deep breath. She turned around and began jogging the way she same she came, finding Sean and David walking. Sean's jeans were ripped at the knee and she surmised he had fallen. "I'm sorry, I didn't...""It's okay," David waved her off. "Let's go find the pilot."

Personally Belle thought that was the worst idea they had had all day but she didn't argue. David had a very obvious deep seated need to rescue everyone and she didn't want to leave him here alone, or worse, be the one to have to tell everyone on the beach that no one was coming for them.

Their trek back was silent. "Look," Sean said, his face green again. He was pointing up towards the tree tops where the pilot's body was suspended, bloody and broken. The man was obviously dead. All three of them looked at each other, sick and horrified. "Let's go," David said, putting on a brave face. Belle and Sean followed behind him, prepared for the worst as they headed back to the beach. Rain began to fall and Belle turned her face upwards for a moment. All she felt was despair. They were going to die here. Every one of them.