My first Lost fanfiction, and I'm pretty excited. I started watching the series about a month ago and let me tell you, I absolutely fell in love with it! Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy my first shot at this and please let me know what you think in the reviews section!

This story will include an OC I have made up, and just like the other passengers, she's got her own special backstory. This story does include some romance but don't expect it to be one pairing only and also don't expect only 'butterflies and rainbows' throughout. By the way, I envision my OC as Astrid Berges-Frisbey!

Disclaimer: You know the drill... Lost unfortunately doesn't belong to me and neither does its caharacters, but any OCs and unfamiliar storylines you may come across are made up entirely by me.


"Sorry, sorry, don't mind me," I feebly apologized, giving anyone I pushed past an unconvincing and rather shaky smile. I was so agitated and uncomfortable that I completely disregarded the stewardesses' fretful looks shot my way. I wasn't sure if that was due to my hurried actions or because my outfit was terribly assembled in comparison to everyone else. My military styled jacket was crinkled at the ends and my t-shirt hadn't been washed in days. Nonetheless, I simply continued bustling my way down the plane aisle, apologizing yet again for either bumping into someone or briskly brushing past.

I eventually found much needed comfort in a seat relatively far from the plane's main entrance. Sat by the window, I took a peek outside and hoped to God - if such divinity existed, I thought, considering I was anything but religious - not to see him hounding after the plane. Luckily though, all the passengers stomping their way up the airstair did not look like him and certainly did not seem eager to find something, or in my case, someone. Some looked fairly relaxed, anchoring kids on both sides and smiling sweetly at them, probably off on holiday. Others looked a little disgruntled, like something was on their mind. If only they knew what was on mine...

"I'm guessing you like the seats next to the windows?" an unfamiliar voice asked. My heart began to beat extremely fast for a moment, but my anixety lessened once I realized a rather friendly, freshly-shaven face was looking down at me. The impeccably suited gentleman sat down two seats away from me, leaving an empty one between us two.

At first, I didn't quite comprehend his remark. However, realization hit me when I noticed that my seat, specifically identified in bold lettering on my ticket, was located in the tail section of the plane and not where I was currently seated. I had gotten so preoccupied with getting away and making sure 'he' didn't get his hands on me, I didn't even realize my silly mistake. I started to slowly get up, but the guy stopped me from leaving.

"No, no, it's fine by me," he said, seeming genuine. I relaxed a little and slopped back down into my seat. "Jack."

I turned to look at him, his hand stretched out for me to clearly shake. Finding his kindness slightly suspicious, I simply nodded and introduced myself too. However, he didn't seem to take the rejection there to heart. "I'm Stacey. Sorry about the seat thing. Um, we can definitely swap seats throughout the flight if you want."

He let out a quick, breathy laugh. "No, it's fine, really. I just hope you're not the snoring type." I smirked at his joke, feeling myself ease up a bit. Everything that had happened earlier at the terminal seemed to have completely faded as the flight attendants came marching down the aisles, verifying whether all the seatbelts had been buckled correctly. In no time, we were up in the air and everything returned to normal.

About halfway through the boring flight, I was abruptly awoken from my nap (which I wasn't even aware I had taken) to see Jack and a flight attendant eyeing me up. "Miss, would you like a drink?" the pixie-cut haired woman asked me.

Momentarily, my gaze drifted towards Jack, who was now pouring himself some alcohol from a small, red-capped bottle. I was sure that was definitely not supposed to be happening on a flight but I figured I really needed something strong in my system. And if Mr Suit & Tie had the privelege to a swig of alcohol, then so did I. "Yeah, I'll have what he's having."

"Well, I guess it wont hurt to break the FAA regulations just one more time today," she quipped in hushed tones, glancing at Jack too. Clearly they had had an interesting conversation before I was awakened from my slumber. The fresh-faced lady handed me a similar bottle before innocently dragging her cart down the aisle.

Without hesitating, I unscrewed the cap and chugged down as much of the liquid in one go as I could. The alcohol danced at the back of my throat, releasing much needed pleasurable heat and tingles throughout my body like a firework display on the 4th of July. I hadn't drank alochol in a long time, but when I did, it was a rollercoaster. I also hadn't realized that Jack had been staring at me the whole time like he had just witnessed a hyena devouring a carcass in a matter of seconds.

"I guess I was pretty thirsty?" I said as more of a question than anything else, attempting to explain my ravenous drinking. He seemed to have accepted my answer and took a sip of his own drink. I stuffed the bottle into my trouser pocket and leaned my head against the window. I figured since a nap made things go by faster, I'd close my eyes one more time until the plane had finally touched down in L.A. But before I did slip out of consciousness, I randomly asked Jack, "I don't really snore, do I?"

He smirked at me and replied, "Maybe, at least not as much as the guy in front of us."

Moments later, a bit of turbulence shook me out of my sleepy state. I looked around, thinking I'd find answers in passenger's overwrought expressions. The only thing I did get was an added amount of anxiety on top of the worry and fear I was already feeling. "This is normal," Jack told me, acting very relaxed. He was grabbing the arm rest of his seat and pushing up against his backrest. I honestly wanted to laugh at how paradoxal that was, but I was far too concentrated on the planes violent shakes to speak.

"My husband keeps reminding me that planes want to be in the air," a fellow passenger seated close to Jack stated to us both, but it was clear she was just as nervous as I was.

"Well, he sounds like a very smart man," Jack added.

"What if sometimes they don't?" I suddenly blurted. The nervousness was evident in my quaking voice.

Jack looked as if he was going to console me, but his actions were impeded by the plane's sudden lurch. Passengers flew out of their seats and slammed against the plane's roof like mere ragdolls. I screamed non-stop until I was plunged into a black abyss which I surely hoped wasn't hell, which by the way, was definitely where I deserved to be.


"You look horrible," my boss muttered, noticing my strange, guarded behaviour and dishevelled looks. I ignored him and continued scrubbing the greasy plates in the sink. My mind was so clouded with thoughts, one of the plates slipped out of my grasp and collided with the floor, shattering into millions of little pellets.

"Shít!" I seethed. I threw my hair net off in exasperation and stared down at the mess I had just made.

"Hey, hey!" Mr Fernandez, who was the human personification of Mexico, came scurrying towards me, placing his caloused hand on my arm. His thick moustache twitched as he gazed questioningly at me, a bead of sweat trickling down his forehead due to the kitchen's sultry atmoshpere. "You, Miss Garner, are completely out of it today! What the hecks wrong with my girl, huh?"

I shook my head, turning away from him once my eyes began to sting with tears I really did not want shed in the workplace. I breathed in deeply and muttered, "It's nothing, okay, Mr Fernandez? I'll pay for the plate." I grabbed a nearby dustpan and began sweeping the shattered pieces of ceramic sprinkled across the floor.

"What did he do this time?" Mr Fernandez asked, examining me closely, as if he was expecting a reaction from me, however subtle. He was an extremely attentive man, always had been. Behind his serious demeanor as the boss of a bustling Mexican restaurant in the city of NY, he had a soft side for his employees. Over the years, he'd turned into my confidant, whom I could speak to about anything more comfortably than I ever could and would with my older brother.

"He... Stripped me of everything. Everything!"