A/N: I know there are a lot of stories on Fanfiction that are Lost with an OC, but I started this before I read any of them so don't accuse me of stealing. This is Season One of Lost with my OC, Michayla, added in to the plot. I'll continue with the rest of the seasons if people like this one enough. I know this story is not brilliant - it's not my best work. I'm doing it just for fun.

Michayla's head was pounding. She was lying face down in the sand. Sand? She tried to sit up, but her body ached too badly for her to move, so she laid still and let the memories flood back. The last thing she remembered was hitting turbulence on the plane home from Sydney. She could only assume they'd crashed, from the smells of smoke and fuel around her, coupled with the screams and cries of people.

"Hey!" a voice shouted above her head, making it throb. "There's a girl here!"

"Is she alive?" another voice asked.

"I dunno, she's lying pretty still..."

Hands seized Michayla by the shoulders and turned her over. Two men were bent over her. "Are you okay?" shouted the man who had grabbed her over the roaring of the motors.

"I don't know," she coughed. "My head...and I ache really bad."

The man heaved Michayla to her feet. "I'm a doctor," he explained. "I'll take a look at you later, but there's more serious cases for me right now..." He glanced around. "Hey!" he called to a man standing with a little boy. "Can you help this girl get out of the way here? I'm not sure she can walk right now!"

"Uh, sure," the man walked over and put his arm around her shoulders. "Can you walk at all?"

Michayla nodded and stumbled over to the edge of the jungle with the man, his son following behind them.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

Michayla tried to nod, but the pain in her head made the world turn black and she lost consciousness.

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When Michayla woke up she was lying on the ground next to a fire. It was much quieter now and some of the wreckage of the plane had been cleared off the beach. It was night. She slowly sat up, the pain in her head having subsided somewhat. Looking around, she saw the man who had helped her off the beach with his son. The man smiled. "Hey, you're awake now! Good to see you up." He extended his hand. "I'm Michael."

Michayla took the hand. "Michayla."

"Well, it's very nice to meet you, Michayla. This here's my boy, Walt." Walt looked distracted, but waved in her direction.

"Have you seen a yellow lab running around?" Walt asked eagerly. "That's my dog, Vincent."

Michayla shook her head. "No, I'm sorry."

"So were you traveling alone, Michayla?" inquired Michael.

---

"Have a good trip, Michayla!" her mother said with a smile, seeing her daughter off at the airport in Los Angeles.

"I'm not sure you should go." said her father, unsmilingly.

"Oh, let her go," her mother urged. "My parents really want to see her."

"I'll be fine, I promise." Michayla hugged her parents. "I'll tell Grandma and Grandpa you say hi."

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"Yes," Michayla answered. "I was visiting my grandparents in Sydney, and I was on my way home." Distractedly, Michayla ran her fingers through her shoulder-length red hair.

"Well, I'm sure you'll get back." Michael encouraged her. "My boy and I are headed home too, as soon as the rescue boats get here."

Michayla smiled at Michael and nodded. Another young man stepped past her to sit down by the fire. "Excuse me," he said with a British accent.

Michayla scooted back, knowing she'd been lying in the way. "That's all right..."

"Charlie," supplied the man. "Charlie Pace."

Surprised, Michayla looked up. "Your name sounds familiar."

Charlie smiled. "Ever heard of Drive Shaft?"

"Yeah," she said. "A band, right?"

"Only the best bloody band on the planet." Charlie corrected. "I play guitar in Drive Shaft."

"Really? Wow!" Michayla said, impressed. "I'm Michayla, by the way. Michayla Swanson."

"Nice to meet you, Michayla." Charlie was writing on pieces of tape that he'd wrapped around his fingers.

Michayla stood up and stepped past Michael to sit next to Charlie. She looked at the letters he'd etched on the tape.

"Fate?" asked Michayla.

"Yeah, you believe in it?" Charlie looked at her.

Michayla shrugged. "Maybe."

"Had to be fate that helped us survive that crash, right? Has to be a reason."

----

"Michayla!" Grandma rushed over to Michayla at the airport in Sydney. She kissed her on the cheek.

"Hi, Grandma!" squealed Michayla.

"Oh, I haven't seen you in years!" she gushed. "It had to be fate that led us to find you..."

----

The doctor, Jack, walked over to the fire where Michayla sat. He sat down next to her. "Feeling better?"

"All except my head, but that only hurts a little." Michayla assured him.

He nodded. "Okay. If it gets worse, or doesn't stop hurting, be sure you tell me."

"I will."

As Jack stood up, a loud rumbling noise came from the forest. Everyone stood up and walked over to the edge of the jungle.

"That was weird, right?" Charlie asked.

"Did anyone see that?" cried a young pregnant woman with an Australian accent. No one answered her.

"Was that Vincent?" asked Walt hopefully.

"It wasn't Vincent." answered Michael.

"Look, we don't know what is was," said Jack calmly. "But it was in the forest, not on the beach. I suggest we all get some rest and get ready to help out tomorrow."

Michayla walked back to the fire and sat down next to it again.

"Hey," the Australian woman walked over to her, carrying a backpack. "Is your name Michayla Swanson?"

Michayla looked up. "Yeah, it is."

"This is your bag, then," she said, dropping the bag next to Michayla with a sweet smile. "I'm Claire. Nice to meet you."

"Yeah, you too. And thanks!" Michayla called after Claire as she walked off. Gratefully Michayla dug into her bag and pulled out her purple diary. Clicking the pen that she kept in the bag, she opened the diary to write.

Dear Diary,

Oh my God. You won't believe this at all. The plane CRASHED. We're all on some random island in the middle of nowhere. It's night time now, I was unconscious for a long time. Luckily I think I'm okay, and so are a lot of other people

Unbelievable thing number two, a lot of us are completely uninjured.

Unbelievable thing number three, guess who just happened to be on the plane? The guitarist for Drive Shaft, the band. His name is Charlie Pace, seems really nice.

And the final unbelievable thing, we just heard all these weird noises from the jungle. It was really scary, but the noises are gone now, luckily.

Well, I'm completely exhausted so I'd better try and get some sleep.

-Michayla

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"Hey, Michayla, sun's up." Michayla woke to find Charlie shaking her shoulder. "I think I'm going to go help clear off some wreckage. Bags and stuff."

"I'll come help out," Michayla said, sitting up.

"You sure you're okay? You were out a long time yesterday."

"Yeah, I'm fine. A little achy but that's it," Michayla assured Charlie.

Soon she found herself clearing out bags with Charlie and Claire. Not talking much, she listened as the other two spoke.

"So...was your husband on the plane with you?" Charlie asked Claire.

"Oh...no, I'm actually not married." Claire explained with a small smile.

"Oh. Well, who needs men?"

Michayla stifled a laugh. It sounded something like one of her friends would jokingly say.

---

"Michayla, are you okay?" Her best friend's voice sounded concerned through the phone line.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Listen, girl, if he doesn't like you it's his loss. After all, guys are dumb. Anyway, you're only thirteen. You've got plenty of time."

"Thanks, Cassie. Best friend forever, right?"

"Heck yeah. Friends are forever, boys are whatever."

---

Michayla smiled at the memory.

"What's funny?" asked Charlie, smiling at her.

"Just what you said. It reminded me of my friend Cassie," Michayla explained. "'Who needs men' is just like something she would say."

"You miss your friend?" Claire asked, looking through a suitcase.

"Yeah..a lot...we've known each other forever. Like, since preschool."

"That's great that you have such a good friend." Claire smiled. "I bet you can't wait to get home and see her."

Michayla hesitated. "Yeah," she finally said.

Claire looked at her, but didn't inquire on the pause. She pulled another suitcase out of the cargo area. "Hey, Michayla, this one's got your name on it!" she exclaimed.

"Really? Great!" Michayla took the suitcase and unzipped it. She rummaged among the clothes until she found a flute case buried at the bottom.

"You play the flute?" Charlie asked eagerly.

"Yup!" Michayla opened the case. "Six or seven years now."

"You in a band?"

She laughed. "Just my school concert band. And the marching band too."

---

"Michayla!" Cassie threw herself at Michayla on their first day of band camp, when Michayla was fourteen.

"Hey, Cass!" laughed Michayla.

"Ready for band?" The African American girl held her gold trumpet in her hand, smiling and happy.

"Hecks yeah!" Michayla answered.

"Hey, Michayla."

Michayla turned to see a tall, dark haired boy with a drum harness on. "Hey, Cam!" She hugged her boyfriend. Reaching into her pocket she pulled out a digital camera. "Photo op!" she announced." The three freshmen leaned in as Michayla snapped the picture.

---

The photo was in a plastic bag in the suitcase. Michayla pulled it out and gazed at it.

"Is that your boyfriend?" Claire asked with a smile.

Michayla looked at the picture with fond memories flooding in. "Yeah, that's Cam. I'm in the middle there, and the girl on my other side is my best friend Cassie. That was our freshman year in marching band."

Claire peered at the picture. "Cute guy," she said approvingly. Michayla laughed at Charlie's revolted expression.

"How old's that guy?" Charlie asked grumpily.

"In this picture he's fifteen. Now he'd be almost seventeen."

"How old are you?" Charlie persisted.

"Me?" Michayla asked. "Sixteen in ... ten days now?"

"Remind me when it's your birthday," Claire told her. "If...we're not home by then."

"We will be. They'll come," Charlie said confidently. "We'll be home for your birthday, and you'll have a great sixteenth birthday party with all your friends."

Michayla sighed. "I hope you're right." Distractedly she pulled out her flute and assembled it. Running her fingers along the slender silver instrument she said in surprise, "It's barely even scratched."

"Will you play something?" Charlie asked eagerly.

Taken aback, she said, "I don't have any sheet music with me."

"So? Come on, Michayla." pleaded Claire.

Sighing, Michayla raised the flute to her lips, thinking of something to play. Blowing across the mouthpiece, she began playing the theme for the Shire from the Lord of the Rings movies.

"That's beautiful," Claire said softly.

"That's Lord of the Rings!" Charlie added.

"You like Lord of the Rings?" Michayla asked, impressed.

"Like is not the word for it, young lady. More like, worship."

"No way! Me too!"

"Yeah. I never told anyone back home. Huge rock star like me...couldn't be seen liking something as geeky as Lord of the Rings." Charlie smiled, sitting down in the sand.

"...You do realize you just called her a geek, Charlie?" Claire informed him with a laugh.

"No, it's okay." Michayla giggled. "I know I'm a geek and proud of it."

Charlie looked out at the ocean. "Nice to know I'm not the only musician on this bloody island."

"Same here," agreed Michayla.

----

That afternoon Michayla found herself walking along the beach on her own. Charlie had gone off with Jack and Kate to look for the cockpit and they weren't back yet. She was missing a few items from her backpack and she wondered if they had washed up somewhere else.

"Thought the Doc said no one was supposed to wander off on their own." Michayla turned to the sound of the voice. A tall man with long dirty-blond hair stood on the beach behind her.

"I haven't left the beach," she pointed out.

The man chuckled. "I won't rat you out, Red. Name's Sawyer." Instead of holding out his hand as anyone else would have done, he stooped to pick up a Swiss army knife lying in the sand. After examining it, he put it in his pocket.

"Is that yours?" Michayla asked.

"Nope," said Sawyer with a cocky grin. "Whoever it belonged to won't be needing it anymore."

"That's horrible!" Michayla cried, shocked.

"What's horrible, Gingersnap? Picking up some stuff that could be useful later on?" He gave her that grin again. "Useful to me, anyway."

"You haven't by chance found a small photo album on the beach anywhere?" Michayla wanted to know.

He tilted his head. "Maybe I have. What's it to you?"

"It's mine," she said quietly. "I need it back."

Rolling his eyes, he turned. "Follow me." Running to keep up with Sawyer's long stride, she chased him to a small tent full of bags. Rummaging among them, he extracted the album. "This what you're looking for?"

"Yes." Michayla held out her hand for it.

Sawyer smirked at her. "My stuff don't come cheap."

"It's not yours, it's mine." Michayla felt her temper rising.

"Correction, Ginger: I FOUND it, you LOST it. Ever heard of finders keepers, losers weepers?"

Michayla sighed. "How much do you want for it?"

"Money's no good here." He continued smiling.

She turned away. "You're disgusting!"

"Red!" Michayla looked back. Sawyer tossed the album to her. "You get this one free. Next time I got somethin' you want, it'll cost you. Got it?"

Michayla nodded, glaring at him. "Got it." Turning, she stormed away from Sawyer.

When she was a safe distance away, she sat down in the sand and flipped through the album. The pages were a little damp from the crash, but mostly it was undamaged. It wasn't a photo album so much as a scrapbook - mementos of her freshman year, last year. Her sophomore year had started a few months ago, back in September, but her parents had allowed her to take a couple weeks off school to visit her grandparents. Wryly she realized she would be more than two weeks behind now. Looking through the scrapbook, her eyes fell on a note from Cassie.

Hey Girl!

I can't believe how much fun homecoming was. You and Cam are soo cute it sickens me. JUST KIDDING! Haha. I can't wait to see the pictures when you get them developed. Well I will see you this weekend. We're hanging out, right?? We'd better. Call me!

Sisterly love,

Cassie

Cass and 'Chayla 4-ever

Michayla smiled as she turned the pages of the scrapbook. Standing, she walked over to where Claire was sitting, near a girl who was apparently trying to get a tan. "Hi, Claire."

"Hey, Michayla!" Claire said with a smile. "You found what you were looking for?"

"In a manner of speaking." She tilted her head back towards Sawyer. "Sawyer found it first and I had to get it back from him."

"Oh, bummer." Claire said sympathetically.

Michayla shrugged. "No biggie. I've got it now and that's all that matters." She reached into her backpack and pulled out the photo from band camp. Carefully she tucked it into the scrapbook.

"You like scrapbooking?" Claire asked.

"Yeah, kind of. I made this over the summer, put all my stuff from freshman year in it." Michayla gazed at the book. "Good year..."

"Well, look how this year's starting off for you!" joked Claire. "You're on a beautiful tropical island, no parents around, no teachers, no homework..."

Michayla laughed. "Yeah, just the minor drawback of those weird noises in the jungle. And the fact that no one's rescued us yet and there's a guy with shrapnel in his stomach in the tent over there." Suddenly the sky opened up and it started to rain. "And that!" she shouted over the noise as she helped Claire to her feet and into the shelter of the fuselage.

"Wow," Claire said, shaking water out of her hair. "That was...abrupt."

"Yeah," Michayla peered out at the rain. "Weird."

"Listen, Shannon, don't have a heart attack because you got a little wet!" A young man was yelling at the girl who had been tanning.

"Boone, look at my hair!" yelled Shannon.

"You've done nothing but lie in the sand all day, so excuse me if I'm not sorry that your hair's a little messy," retorted Boone.

Shannon glared at him, then stalked away to sit closer to Claire and Michayla. "Brothers!" she spat venomously. "When you need advice, they're never there, and when you don't, they all-over criticize you!"

Claire and Michayla looked at each other, unsure what to say. "Well, I'm sure he's bound to be a bit on edge," Claire said carefully. "We've been here for almost a day now. I think maybe we should all get some rest."

A/N Well, that was part one of the pilot episode. I'll have the next part up as soon as I can. Reviews are really appreciared, so please review! Oh - Lord of the Rings fans, I can't resist throwing some LotR references in here because of Charlie, so look for those!