Hello everyone! This is my new project and I hope you would like it. I decided to keep up with the event of the tv-show, but some of them will be changed. I hope you'll be with me and let me know what you think about it. Please review!

Disclaimer: I don't own any characters of the Lost, in fact I own only the original characters which is sad.

Lost: We Are

The crash

"My name is Margaret Rid. When you read the morning paper, you may come across an article about the unusual day I had some days ago. Normally, there is never anything newsworthy about my life. But that all changed. That is, when the "Oceanic" airliner, flight 815, had disappeared on its way from Sidney to Los-Angeles…"

The first sense that traveled down the complete blackness and reached Margaret was the sound. A rustling sound of something she had heard long ago, as a child. But unlike that long forgotten, this one was increasing in volume, it was frightening, odd, as if something was revving. And there was that wind. It might have seemed pleasant and refreshing, but the smell, the smell was disgusting. Something burning: paraffin, leather and many others…

Margaret's honey-brown eyes snapped open. She was lying in the sand, stunned and disoriented, wearing a sultry halter knee length brown chocolate cocktail dress in soft chiffon, with a softly pleated bodice and ruched wrap detail at waist, fluid layered skirt with soft pleats and slit details, halter straps slip over head and high-hilled brown shoes; her wavy black hair with pomegranate red streaks were spread about. A great tragedy was put on a display around her: screaming, the awful noise, people running and crying. Overcoming the pain from the deep bleeding slash running down her leg, she stood up, breathing erratically and looked around. Only several feet away, the middle section of the fuselage was plowed into the sand with one wing sticking straight up. The sporadic sparks were bursting from the inverted engine, fire and wreckage everywhere. Dozens of people were running about, some injured severely, others not, they were screaming, but their cries were drowned out by the sound and wind, caused by the huge jet engine. It was still working, still revving spastically, spewing coolant and sparks and sucking in sand and everything that happened to be on its way.

Margaret watched all this, but she couldn't actually see it. Slowly her hand reached the back of her head, that began to throb, but as she felt something warm and sticky, she jerked the hand back: it was covered in blood. However the horror of what she saw far outweighed any physical pain.

Madness, complete chaos and terror, cries for help… A man had run past Margaret, just in front of the massive engine, and without any warning, he got sucked into the engine. As soon as he hit the blades, the engine exploded, showering with pieces of burning debris those who were still alive.

However it had done its part and put Margaret out of her trance. She looked around again, counting for possibilities. The one thing that was clear to her was that she had to get out of there and fast. She started to move away as fast as she could, but due to her injury and the shoes that were sticking in the sand, it seemed like she was walking in a slow-motion. She heard a desperate cry for help somewhere near, but continued her way without paying any attention. The cry continued and she felt somebody grabbing her hand frantically. Reluctantly she turned around to face a young brown-haired girl of just about twenty. Her face was covered in dirt and blood, her blue-gray eyes filled with panic, she was shaking violently from head to toe.

"Please, please! You should help me! My father! God, my father, he's there," she was pointing back at the wreckage, looking at Margaret pleadingly. "He's hurt, he…"

The girl was still clutching Margaret's hand, but Mags just gave her a blank stare. Is this girl mad? She needs to get out of here, now, before all this will blow to Hell. Mags was about to turn away, but something stopped her. Probably, it was the girl's eyes, so innocent, so frightened, and so hysterical. Margaret nodded slightly, letting the girl to pull her back, towards the wreckage.

They reached the unconscious man surprisingly quickly. He was in his late fifties, his hair and beard gray, making him look exceptionally prominent and attractive. Margaret fell to her knees beside him, scanning his body for damage. The results were inauspicious. The piece of metal had stuck into his side and was bleeding profusely. Margaret looked up at the girl determined.

"Give me your blouse," Margaret was surprised by how coarsely and husky her voice sound.

"W-What?" The girl was in shock and hardly understood human's speech.

"Your blouse! Gimme that, now!" Margaret cried out. It had its effect as the girl started unbuttoning the blouse hastily. However her hands were shaking and she had to tear it apart. She handed the blouse to Mags, uncomfortable to stand there in a bra only. Margaret pressed the blouse to the man's side, looking away to where the other people were helping each other. Among the crowd, there was a man in the white shirt that had caught Margaret's eye. He was treating the injured professionally. That must be a doctor. A crazy plan was forming in her mind. Gritting her teeth in pain, Mags stood up.

"Look, I need you to stay here with him," Margaret told the girl, who began to shake her head fiercely.

"No, no, please don't leave me!" The tears were spilling from her eyes full of terror. Margaret grabbed the girl by the shoulders.

"Hey, I'm just going to get some help, so we could get your father out of here, OK?" The girl nodded slowly. "Now, stay with him, but don't try to pull the piece out, understood?" the girl nodded once again. "I'll be right back. Oh, what's your name?"

"Lily-May," the girl answered after a beat.

"Ok, Lily-May, I'll bring somebody. Don't touch the metal piece."

Margaret took of the shoes and sprinted off to the man she supposed was a doctor. He was so confident in what he was doing, trying to revive a woman in the peach blouse, so controlled, that Mags involuntary wanted to be around him.

"Hey, you're a doctor, yes? I need a help, the man over there is injured, a metal piece stuck in his side. I didn't touch it. He's unconscious. I think it did no damage to the internal organs… What should I do?" Margaret blurted out. The doctor looked at her for a moment and without stopping his work, answered, his voice self-restrained.

"Right, don't touch it, just take him away from here. I'll be there soon." Margaret nodded curtly and run to find help.

She had to find someone to carry the man. But all around people were running in panic no one paid any attention to her. For a moment Mags felt desperate and just stood still amid the madness, ready to cry, aware of her helplessness. But it was only for a moment. Mags clenched her fists so that her nails dug into the flesh. No panic, no fear… She made several deep breaths. In the corner of an eye she saw a man about her own age, who was asking everyone for…a pen. Without delay Margaret made her way to the man.

"Wait, hey, wait!" She was breathless by the time she reached him. He turned and looked at her in confusion.

"I-I need your help. Over there. Come, please, come with me," her inconsistent speech made him even more perplexed. Mags understood she was bloody panicking, but the lack of oxygen, injures and an approaching wave of nausea, deprived her of ability to think straight. As if knowing that the man took her by the forearms and shook her a little.

"Come down, come down. What's wrong?" He was looking her in the eyes. Mags made a gulp of air and explained:

"The man he's injured, he needs help, we need to take him away from here, until,"

A loud metallic whine cut her off and made both of them to turn around. The wing was bending at the fuselage and was some moments away from crushing down upon sand, burying those who failed to get away. Mags looked to where the girl was sitting near her father rocking back and forth.

"God, come on. Hurry!" she cried out, grabbing the man by the arm and rushing to the girl. They arrived to her side surprisingly fast. Margaret gripped the girl's hand, lifting her up.

"I'll take him by the head, you take his legs," the man commanded, and for the first time in her life Margaret was glad to hear someone ordering her.

They moved hasty as the wing started to fall right behind them. The wing smashed to the ground and exploded with an enormous blast sending them all to the ground, showering with pieces of fiery metal, plastic, wood and other things. Margaret felt her body shook to the blast and then there was silence…