Disclaimer(Only posting this once): I don't own Lost, its characters or plot. I do however own any OCs in this and anything plot wise that isn't from the original show (unless otherwise stated). This is my first Lost fic but definitely not my first fic.
I finally finished watching Lost (On Netflix) so…. I'm watching it again, because I love it, and I'm writing this fic while I do it. Now obviously this will follow the main story-line/arcs of the show but I'm adding in a few OCs (One main one) and I'm going to try and add as much about her as possible. (So there won't be chapters where she's barely in them.) Not every scene will have her but she is the main character of my/this story.
I'm still debating with myself what pairing I want to do. (I don't break up Claire/Charlie Sawyer/Juliet or Hurley/Libby and probably won't touch Kate/Jack.) I'm a sucker for villains/bad guys so I'm leaning towards Ben more than other survivors but that might change.
I'm doing this kinda like the show where it jumps back and forth sometimes between present (on island/after crash) and past. I'm not gunna label them like "Past" and "Present" but there will be line breaks and it'll be fairly easy to figure out which is which within the first few word to sentences.
Melanie swallowed a mouthful of salt water before she was able to break the surface and take a breath. The sounds of screams and an engine whirling hit her ears briefly before she went under again. Another gulp of water filled her mouth as she struggled to get back above the water. She managed to scream the next time she came up but in doing so emptied her lungs of air. As she went to gasp for air her head went under.
. . .
Her knee bounced as she chewed on her bottom lip. The man to her right looked a bit annoyed at the constant movement. Melanie stopped her leg and avoided looking at the man. Her seat-belt was still on; as it had been on since she'd sat down. She hugged herself slightly and picked at the skin of her arm through her sleeve. The plane hit a small bit of turbulence and her eyes shut tight immediately. There was a soft ding as the pilot turned on the Fasten Seat-belts sign. A flight attendant came on over the speaker a moment later to make sure everyone knew.
The Iraqi man who sat to Melanie's left, watched her a moment as she slowly opened her eyes.
"It's only turbulence." He said to her. She jumped slightly as she turned her head to look at him; she didn't expect him – or anyone else for that matter – to talk to her.
"I-I know." She said quietly.
"Is this your first time flying?" he asked. Melanie shook her head and held up two fingers with a weak smile. The man chuckled slightly. "It'll be over before you know it." He assured her. The plane shook again making Melanie gasp and grip the seat-belt. She let out a slow breath.
"It can't be over soon enough." Melanie said with another weak smile. The man chuckled. More shaking and the plane creaked loudly as it shook some more. A few lights flickered. Melanie closed her eyes and tried her best to keep her breathing calm. Suddenly the plane lurched violently; a few passengers who weren't buckled flew up and hit the ceiling before crashing back down along with luggage from the overhead compartments. Everyone was shouting as the plane continued to shake. An alarm was blaring and soon the oxygen masks dropped down. Melanie reached for hers but the plane falling made it hard for her to grab. The Iraqi man, who had already put his mask on, grabbed the swinging mask and put it over her mouth. Melanie squeezed her eyes shut tightly as she gripped onto her seat with all her strength.
. . .
Amidst the chaos of the crash, Jack ran up to a man, Boone, who was incorrectly administering CPR to an unconscious black woman, Rose.
"Stop! Her head's not tilted far back enough. You're blowing air into her stomach." Jack said as he tilted Rose's head
"You sure?" Boone asked. Jack started to give her mouth-to-mouth. "That's exactly what I was doing. I'm a lifeguard. I'm licensed."
"Yeah, well, you need to seriously think about giving that license back." Jack said as he listened for her breathing.
"Maybe we should do one of those hole things. You know, stick the pen in the throat?"
"Yeah, good idea." Jack said sarcastically. "You go-" Jack stopped as he heard a faint scream. He looked up and saw the woman in the water going under. Jack pointed and Boone turned around to see her. "Go! Get her out of the water!" Boone scrambled to get up before he ran into the water and swam out to her. She wasn't moving when he reached her; her body had been sinking slowly. Boone lifted her head out of the water and swam her to the shore. He pulled her up onto the beach as the wing of the plane started to creak loudly. Boone heard Jack shouting as the wing started to fall. It hit the ground and exploded on impact sending Jack, a pregnant woman, Claire, and a large man, Hurley, to the ground.
"Hey!" Boone shouted as he pulled the woman further away from the water. He moved her long brown hair that was stuck to her face and put a hand above her mouth to feel for her breath. "Hey!" As Jack stood he looked over to see him. "She's not breathing!" Jack ran over before Boone could attempt to revive her and started to administer CPR, the correct way.
"Come on." He muttered as he pushed on her chest.
. . .
"I told you we should have booked our return tickets the same time we booked the ones to get here." Melanie said before she bit her lip.
"Hey." Stacy, a blonde woman around her age, said as she poked her friend in the cheek. "Stop that." Melanie released her bottom lip before letting out a sigh. Stacy frowned apologetically. "I'm sorry, okay. You were fine on the way here though."
"Fine? Do you not remember me crushing your hand the whole way?" Melanie asked. Stacy grimace and shook her hand out a few times.
"I remember." She said. "I just meant you kept relatively calm. Besides this isn't going to be your first time flying anymore."
"I know but… I don't want to sit next to random strangers." Melanie felt pathetic as she whined but she couldn't help it that she got nervous around people she didn't know.
"Hey, strangers are just friends you haven't met yet."
"I hate that phrase." Melanie muttered as her hand went to her mouth, she started to bite her already short nails. Stacy rolled her eyes and nudged the younger girl's arm with her own.
"I wish you would stop doing that." She said. Melanie blinked and took her hand away from her mouth. Most times she didn't even realize when she did it; it had become an unhealthy habit but it was better than other alternatives. "Here," Stacy reached into her pocket before handing something to Melanie. "If you're going to chew something at least let it taste good."
"I'm not that big on gum." Melanie said.
"You told me you don't like mint gum, that's not mint." Stacy said as she pointed to the pack. Melanie smiled slightly.
"Thanks." She said.
"Come on, we're boarding soon."
"Thirteen hours of hell, here I come." Melanie muttered as the two started walking.
"Come on, grumpy gus." Stacy said.
"I'd feel better if I could at least see you from my seat." Melanie said.
"I know; I don't know how you'll survive without this beautiful sight." Stacy said with a dramatic sigh. Melanie smiled and rolled her eyes.
"Well at least I won't have to hear you snoring if you fall asleep."
"Snore- Hey!" Stacy bumped the girl with her shoulder and the two laughed.
. . .
Melanie coughed up the water she'd swallowed, turning onto her side as best she could. A hand on her back helped her as she continued to cough.
"Hey. You're alright." Jack said. Melanie gasped for breath, a loud wheezing came from her throat as she got as much air as she could. "Hey." She coughed more and grabbed at her throat instinctively.
"Do you use an inhaler?" Boone asked immediately. Melanie grabbed at her pocket and pulled out a plastic baggie, inside was a cell phone and a red asthma inhaler. Jack grabbed the bag and opened it for her before handing her the inhaler. She pumped the inhaler twice as she inhaled sharply.
"Better?" The man asked. Melanie nodded as she coughed a few more times, less violently. "What's your name?"
"M-Mel… Melanie." Her breathing calmed down and Jack helped her sit up.
"My name's Jack." He said. She looked around, saw the smoke, the plane and the other passengers. "What…?"
"We crashed... there wasn't a storm… I don't know what happened."
"Do we know where we are?" Melanie asked. Jack turned his head to look out at the ocean before looking back at her. He shook his.
"You're okay now?"
"Yeah. I'm good." Melanie nodded. Jack got up and left in search of something.
"Boone."
"What?" Melanie turned to look up at him.
"My name." he said.
"Oh." Melanie looked around and saw a few bodies of the people who didn't make it. "Where's the rest of the plane?" She stood, with the help of Boone, and looked around. Boone shook his head. "You… Have you seen a blonde- short blonde haired girl with-" She motioned to her shirt. "A Green Day shirt?" Boone shook his head.
"No, I don't think so. Sorry." Boone shook his head. "Was she sitting next to you?" Melanie shook her head.
"No… No we couldn't get seats next to each other." She said, her voice trailed off as she looked at the wreckage. "She was… at the back."
Lemme know what you think ^_^ I know I have so many other fics to work on but that's just how I work, I hop around on what I work on. Unless a summary says discontinued I'll eventually come back to it.