Characters

Boone Carlyle~ has a thirteen year-old daughter named Jacey. He is 33 years old

Jacey Grace Carlyle~ thirteen years old has brown eyes, shoulder brown length choppy hair, isn't a girly girl or tomb boy.

Kate Austen~ has a thirteen year-old daughter named Mary. She is 35 years old and divorced.

Mary Austen~ thirteen years old, has long curly dirty blonde hair that ends in the middle of her back. She has brown eyes. She isn't a girly girl or tomb boy either.

Jack Shephard~ has a sixteen year old son named Lucas. He is a doctor and is 38 years-old.

Lucas Shephard~ sixteen-years-old, has crystal blue eyes and black hair that isn't too short or too long. It's like shaggy skater hair. (here is a picture of the guy I'm using for Lucas. .com/photos/o/106392-know_alex_)

Claire Littleton~ 29 years-old has long blonde wavy hair that comes just below her shoulders.

Charlie Pace~ 30 years-old has shortish blonde hair. .com/attachments/univision/imagenes/1355886/1/Lost%

James 'Sawyer' Ford~ 31 years-old has longish blonde hair that ends just about the middle of his neck. .

*these are the only characters that survive the plane crash! And as you can tell this is really different from the show but that's why it's called a fan fiction)

Boone's POV

I woke up to sounds of people screaming. Where was I?

Damn my head hurts! I was lying underneath a tree. I saw people running around screaming. I stood up and walked out to the open beach. Then it hit me. The plan my daughter Jacey and I were on crashed.

Oh my God Jacey!

"Jacey!" I yelled her name looking around anxiously. I looked at part of the plane that was in the water. Then I saw her. She was halfway in the water, and half way on land. She was lying on her back.

"Jacey!" I yelled running to her.

"Jacey! Jacey baby wake up!" I pulled her unconscious body fully out of the water.

I lifted her chin and started performing CPR. I'm a licensed lifeguard.

"Jacey! Come on!" I yelled. "Breathe damn it! Breathe!" By now tears were starting to fall down my eyes.

"Dad?" She croaked, coughing up some water. A tear rolled down her cheek and I quickly brushed it away, throwing my arms around her and pulling her into a firm hug. "What happened?"

"Baby, we crashed."

"Oh my God," she whispered, her lower lip trembling. "What's going to happen?"

"I don't know," I murmured, placing a kiss on her forehead. "It'll all be okay. I promise."

"Maybe we should see if anyone needs any help?" She suggested a sad smile on her face.

"That's a good idea, Jacey. Let's go." I stood up and held my hand out to her and she took it, attempting to stand up before collapsing on to the ground and crying out in pain.

"Dad, it hurts!" She cried. "I can't stand up."

"Where does it hurt?" I said, leaning down and rolling up the pant leg on her jeans. She pointed to her right ankle and I placed my hand on it, causing her to scream out in pain. "Shh, it's okay. Do we have a doctor on board?!"

"Oh no, what's wrong with her?" A young, woman with bright blue eyes and a thick Australian accent asked.

"I think I broke my leg," Jacey said, wincing in pain.

"Hold on, I think I just saw a man helping the woman over there--maybe he'll be able to help you. I'll be right back, okay?" The blonde said and I nodded.

"Dad, I'm scared." Jacey said, tears spilling down her cheeks.

"I know, baby."

I saw the blonde approaching, with a man and a teenage boy trailing behind her.

"Where does it hurt?" The man asked, kneeling down onto the sand.

"M-my right ankle," Jacey said.

"It's starting to swell. You're going to need to elevate it for a few hours. Don't put it any weight on it, okay? You're going to need to stay off of it completely. If that doesn't help, it's probably fractured."

"And then what?" I asked curiously.

"And then she'll have to get a splint or a cast, and stay off of it for a few weeks--maybe get some crutches."

"But what if we don't get help? What if rescue doesn't come? What if we're stuck here?" Jacey asked, a panicked expression on her face.

"We will, Jace. We will get rescue. We have to, right?"

"I hope so," the man said sadly.

"I'm Boone, by the way. This is my daughter, Jacey."

"I'm Jack. This is my son, Lucas," he said, pointing to the young man with shaggy black hair behind him.

"I'm Claire," the blonde spoke up, smiling.

"Nice to meet you guys. I, uh, appreciate it."

"So what do we do now?" Claire asked, looking around.

"I have no idea," I said honestly. "But I hope we get out of here."

"Dad, should that guy be that close to the fan blade thing?" Jacey asked me and I turned around to see a guy walking by, trying to examin a part of the plane.

I turned back to her with an uneasy expression. "I don't think so." I was going to turn back and get that guy away from there but Jacey beat me to it.

"Dude! Get away from there! It's not safe! Move!" She called and we were waving our arms. He turned and looked and us but within a second the guy was like sucked up the fan blade from the plane. Blood and shredded pieces of his clothing went everywhere.

"Ahhh!!! Oh my God!" Jacey screamed. It took just a split second to cover her eyes and pull her head in my chest as she was crying.

"Shh, baby, it's okay." I soothed stroking her hair. "Jace, want to go in the shade?"

She nodded in my chest. I picked her up bridal style and I carried her to a tree farthest from the disaster. I didn't want her to have to keep looking at it.

"Hey Boone!" I heard Jack call me.

"Hey Jack." I wiped sweat off my forehead as I turned around seeing him and his son Lucas walk over to us.

"Wanna come help me look for some wood so we can build a fire. And some other supplies we might need?"

"Sure. You going to be alright Jacey?" I asked as she nodded wiping the last tear from her cheek.

"I'll stay with her. Make sure she doesn't get up." Lucas volunteered flashing a small smile.

"Okay thanks Lucas." He nodded.

"I'll be right back sweetie." I bent down and kissed the top of my daughter's head.

"Okay dad." She smiled leaning her head back on the bark of the tree.