I do not own any characters or plot from LOST. This is simply my own take on what goes on through the characters minds and what they do. The plots come from the series, but obviously it will not be identical. Similar, but not identical.

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Chapter 1: Wreck

The smell of musty cloth and Australian outback fills the plane: Oceanic flight 815, Sydney to Los Angeles. This is going to be a long fourteen hour voyage, one that will soon result in the longest trip of the passenger's lives.

Roughly eight hours pass on the dark and quiet plane. He looks at his watch. 10:13. Out the window, the calm, dark ocean is the only thing to see for miles.

With almost everyone asleep, he decides that now is a perfect time to make his way to the restroom. He reaches his arms up over his head and grabs hold of his small carry-on bag. Reaching into a zippered area, he finds exactly what he is looking for. He throws his possessions into his pants pocket and quickly stands up. The man looks frantically around, eyeing the other passengers nervously.

On his way down the aisle, the plane starts to rumble a bit. He stumbles toward the small door. Inside the restroom he takes out his valuables and pushes his blond hair out of his face. He snorts the last of his stash in fear the stewardess will catch him. When he's done, he throws the rest into the toilet and flushes it.

A woman's voice sounds over the intercom. "We are experiencing some turbulence, everyone please return to their seats and buckle their safety belts. Thank you."

Getting a little worried, he flees the restroom and quickly buckles himself in to a random seat.

The turbulence becomes increasingly more violent. And then, before anyone could predict it, the plane begins to shake relentlessly as it breaks in half. The plane spirals out of control, beginning a rapid descent towards the ocean.

People are screaming and the front half of the plane is gone, missing. In his mind he knows he is going to die, the plane is crashing and he is going to die.

The plane cuts through the air, unstoppable in its decline. The air is filled with horrific sounds: the plane breaking up and terrified people screaming. No sound comes out of his mouth the entire time the plane was crashing, he is too stunned to believe it, too dazed to open his mouth and yell. He sees the ocean, the sky, and an island as the plane rotates continually. The combination of dizziness and dismay makes him feel like fainting. Black fuzziness closes in on his vision. He feels lightheaded and in a second, he is sitting in his seat unmoving, unconscious.

He regains consciousness a few hundred feet above the water. How he has gotten out of the plane is a mystery. But either way he was overly ecstatic to be alive. A few seconds before hitting the water, he hollers in delight, an immense grin spreading across his face.

The cool rush of the water against his body is a relief until he hears the pained howls of his fellow passengers. He swiftly swims to the shore to see if there's anything he can do to help, but no, nothing. Most passengers are either being tended to, or dead. This is like nothing he had ever seen before, the sight of a dead man. He swims passed one, floating on his back. He reminisces about his days as an altar boy, trying to think of any special prayer for the deceased, hoping to make himself feel better.

He reaches the shore and stumbles to where a group of survivors are sitting, huddled. But then he notices a beautiful blond sitting by herself, staring out toward the wide open water, watching the plane sink into the depths of the ocean as the passengers run around desperately. He casually saunters over to her.

She looks up at him, her pale blue eyes shining. He takes a seat next to her and sighs playfully. "So, first plane crash?"

She giggles and rolls her eyes. "What gave it away?"

"Ah, you can always spot the newbies." A lighthearted grin sweeps across his face. She giggles again and looks deep into his eyes as she flashes him a sweet smile.

He nudges her slightly and reassuringly. "We're gonna be okay, you know."

Her tone becomes solemn and her eyes seem to darken a bit as she responds. "Are we?"

He tries to make her feel better. "We're alive on a beautiful island! We'll sleep under the stars and, before you know it, the helicopters will come and take us home."

"You really think they'll find us?" She asks, still not totally convinced.

He tries to bring back their playful attitude. "Well, yeah. Why wouldn't they?"

She stares out into the distance, thinking. "Thanks."

Little do either of them know that their relationship will blossom into something beautiful and real.

"I'm Charlie."

"I'm Claire. Nice to meet you, Charlie."

They both smile softly at each other and continue to talk for hours to come.

More chapters coming soon :)