I'm So Lost

Chapter One:

In The End There Is A Beginning

.:.:.:.:.:.May Contain Spoilers.:.:.:.:.:.

.:.This is my version of the season two opener. I have no knowledge of the series other than what I've seen on tv. I do not own any of these characters, nor do I pretend to. There is one made up character, Abigail Winters. The ideas of this fan fiction, are for entertainment purposes. Once again, I do not own any of the characters. So please do not sue me! Happy reading! Leave a review!.:.

The shore swept the man onto the shores. He was covered in a mixture of sand and blood. The man is Sawyer. Sawyer, a conman, was shot during the raft incident. While trying to save Michael's son Walt from being taken away by the so called 'others' he fell overboard.

Now he laid unconscious against the rocks of the island. Maybe I'm not meant to get off this island? If it wasn't for those people in the boat taking Walt, we'd be half way home right now. Hell, I'd even be conscious. I could be lounging back in my recliner watching the plasma screen I got while doing the last job. Or better yet, getting back to Los Angeles. I need to find that man, Hibbs, the man who claimed he knew the person, Sawyer, the man who destroyed my life. He lied to me, and I ended up killing the wrong person.

Sawyer stirred in his unconscious state. Slowly coming to. He parted his eyes open to see a darkened figure. Am I alive? He thought he only said in his head, but in reality, he did both.

"Yes. Come on we gotta get you some medical help."

I made it home? No, surely not. Where's Michael and Jin? Maybe I floated ashore and made it. I don't recognize this woman. Yet, then again I can hardly see five feet in front of me. I knew my fears had come true, I was still on the island.

He muttered, "Is Walt okay?"

She lifted him up with the aid of another man. They both put his arms around their shoulders. "Walt?"The man motioned for her to speak. "Yeah. He's fine."

"We didn't make it? But we got those guys before they took off with Walt." His eyes drew heavy, he was drifting back to sleep. His mind couldn't take in anymore for a few hours. He was restless.

The two reached camp and laid him down. The last thing he remembered were voices of the unknown strangers who'd rescued his life. He could faintly remember the smell of the tree he laid beneath of.

"I hate this island." He murmured.