A/N: So this is just a little something I've been working on in my spare time. Don't worry, I'll continue to update the Harry Potter story as usual, but I kinda wanted to get this idea out here too just to see what people thought of my writing.

Happy Reading!

-Jackie-

Shannon was flipping through her magazine with an unsatisfied and dull exterior expression. I sat staring at the ground in front of me, my fingers tense against my knees.

"Would you relax? It's just a stupid plane ride." Shannon snapped without looking up from her magazine.

A man approached us, Iraquian by the looks of him. He set his bag down beside Shannon and tried to get her attention.

"Excuse me," He asked politely. "Can you watch my bag for a moment. It will only be a moment."

"Yeah, sure, whatever." She replied, still without looking up.

"Thank you."

The man walked away, his destination unknown to me. Boone came up just a moment later, and Shannon finally set her magazine aside, expectant to get what she wanted.

"I couldn't get our seats in first class." He confessed, grabbing his bag.

"What?!" Shannon demanded, jumping up from her seat.

I picked up my bag as well, slinging it over my shoulder before I slowly got to my feet. Shannon was already storming away, of course not paying attention to the bag the man had asked her to keep an eye on. I didn't bring it up and followed after Boone, trying to tone our their conversation. We walked through the terminal area and soon boarded our plane. I clenched my fingers tightly together and concentrated on breathing evenly.

"Hey, relax." Boone laid a comforting hand on my shoulder. "Why don't you try reading this?"

He handed me a Harry Potter book from his carry-on bag, but I didn't even give it a simple glance.

"Come on." He was trying again like he did daily.

Trying to get me to speak up.

"I know you love Harry Potter."

"Give it up Boone!" Shannon snapped. "She hasn't said a damn word since-"

"Shh!"

Shannon glared at him, but said nothing else. She suddenly began to dig through one of her five carry-on bags, probably searching for her inhaler. Without looking up Boone pulled it from his pocket and handed it to her. The bell dinged, signaling that we were getting ready for takeoff.

"If all passengers will please fasten their seatbelts." The pilot announced. "We will be taking off momentairly."

I could feel my breath torn from my lips as I gripped the sides of the seat as tightly as I possibly could. My black beanie with the blue flames across it felt tight against my forehead, as if it was cutting off the circulation to my brain. The plane began to tremble as it quickly made its way across the runway. I gripped the seat and shut my eyes, but I could still feel it leave the ground and rocket high up into the air. The plane shook and trembled for several minutes until finally it relaxed and the pilot switched off the seatbelt sign. I opened my eyes and exhaled, slowly unclenching my fists.

"See?" Boone patted the top of my hat. "I told you it would be fine."

Maybe for the takeoff. Once we landed, then he could say that to me. I don't know how long it was that we were flying before I decided to get up and strech my legs. I stepped out into the walkway just in time for a man to push right past me in his hurry to do something. There was no point in going after him to shove him back, in fact there was no point to much of anything these days. Sighing I began to walk straight toward the bathrooms in the back, assuming that most of the bathrooms were probably occupied. As I was halfway there, the plane's turbulence suddenly kicked in and I fell right on top of one of the men sitting near the window.

"Excuse you!" He snapped, shoving me off his lap and onto the floor.

He was only proving my point. Men. Who needed them if they were just going to be pricks. But then the turbulence became more and more violent until the plane was beeping and going down on a crooked angle. I moved back toward my seat as fast as I possibly could and was only able to actually get in my seat when Boone grasped my hand. I strapped on the seatbelt and held on as tightly as I possibly could to his hand. I could hear the backend of the the plane separate from the rest of the plane, but I didn't dare turn around to see it hurdle toward the ocean below us. As the rest of the plane began to spiral down towards the ground, I squeezed my eyes shut tight and felt my heartbeat flood up into my throat. I don't want to die. Please god I don't want to die. Next I could hear the cockpit spiral down towards the ground until I finally blacked out.

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First, realization hit that I was alive as the sound of screaming flooded my ears. My eyes burned from the intense heat that was beating down upon them, that I finally built up the courage to open them. The moment I did a wave of water rushed on top of my head, clogging my nose and mouth. I immidietaly leapt from my spot and screamed in fright before backing away from the water. Once I was far enough away I bent over and coughed violently, trying to dislodge the water that had just tried to kill me. When I glanced up, a horror scene had befallen my eyesight. The fuselage was lying in ruins directly in front of me, and people all around were running and screaming to try and find loved ones. As far as screaming was concerned, Shannon had that covered. I immidietaly found her as she stood in one spot, unharmed, but still screaming bloody murder.

"AMY?!" Boone's voice caught my attention. "AMY?!"

I staggered to my feet, ignoring the large bloody gash that traveled down my leg. Boone almost collided into me, pulling me into a tight hug.

"Hey, do you still have that pen on you?"

Way to go Boone. Way to miss the main point. I stared at him blankly whenever I need to compenstate for a speaking response. He groaned and then ran off to continue to help out other people. I pulled hard and tugged off the sleeves of my shirt, wrapping them around the blood wound on my leg. But it suddenly became pointless to stand up because the fuselage exploded in a burst of firey flame. I ducked just in time to avoid falling, flaming wreckage but saw it hurdling toward another man. Should I even bother? Without thinking about it any further I ran at the man and knocked him out of the way.

"What happened?" He asked in a dazed manner.

I recognized him as the man who had knocked me over on the plane. Sighing, I crawled off the man with the striped sweater and moved back to where Shannon was. She somehow managed to calm herself down and was sitting by the water, staring out at it with a grimace. Things slowly began to calm down daylight waned into darkness, Boone finally returning exhausted. He noted me standing, glanced at the water, then turned back to me. He pulled on the blanket and pulled our makeshift bed away from the water's grasp. I finally sat down, not wanting to do much of anything. Except walk. I really needed a walk. Despite that I had just sat down, I stood back up and began to walk away. Boone grasped my wrist and held me in place.

"You really shouldn't be wandering around."

I tugged my wrist free of his grip and started off anyway, calmly breathing in and out. There was something about this island, but for some reason, I didn't feel afraid. This was probably the one place I should feel insecure and frightened, but rather I was calm and relaxed. A rather chunky man came up to me, loads of food in his hands.

"Hey! You want some chicken?"

I met his eyes and forced a small smile.

"Is that a yes?"

When I didn't answer he handed me the container anyways along with a fork.

"I'm Hurley by the way." He stuck out his hand.

I looked at it, not wanting to be rude, and shook it.

"You're name is...?"

I forced another smile before stepping around him, searching for nothing in particular. I stepped around the bits of chaos, the chicken warming up my once cold hands. My bag. I needed my bag. As I made my way through the crowds of people, I stopped in front of a large fire that's purpose was unknown to me. The Iraquian man who had left his bag near Shannon in the terminal sat to the left of the fire, the striped shirt man to the right. The striped sweater man was poking at some chicken that he had recieved, but the Iraquian man had none. I extended the chicken in front of him so that he looked up at me.

"No, I don't need that. You eat it."

He still would not take it even after a few moments of me standing there, so I set it down beside him. I felt I owed him for Shannon ditching his bag when he requested she watch it. She was a bitch like that. Bottom line. The least I could do was offer him some food. I headed toward the fuselage, climbing inside past all the dead bodies. They had no affect on me, I had seen too many corpses in the sixteen years of my life.

"Hey." A man's voice startled me and I jumped as I turned. "You probably shouldn't be in here."

I stared at the striped sweater man with a blank expression.

"Don't you ever say anything?" Silence. "Well, I'm Charlie. Charlie Pace."

He was from the band Driveshaft, I've heard of him before. He was trying to get some recoginition. Driveshaft was my favourite band of all time, despite the fact that they were pretty much a one hit wonder band.

"Didn't you hear that thing in the jungle just a moment ago?" He was still trying to get me to speak up.

"Hey!" That was Boone's voice.

He ran up inside the fuselage and nudged Charlie to the side.

"Leave her alone!"

"I was just making sure she didn't get hurt! Bloody hell!" Charlie snapped.

I sighed and allowed myself to get moved back toward our makeshift bed area, casting one final glance at Mr. Charlie Pace.

A/N: That was a lot longer then I intended. Oh well. R&R please!

-Jackie-