Author's notes/ Disclaimer:
#Disclaimer#
I do not own the characters in this story, nor do I own any rights to the television show "Lost". They were created by JJ Abrams and Damon Lindelof and they belong to them, Touchstone, and ABC.
Sara fidgeted with her ring as the plane soared through the air. She wasn't afraid of flying, but sitting around for so long was starting to make her anxious. The stewardess came by, "Are you okay?"
Sara gave her an appreciative look, "No, thank you. I'll be fine." She pulled a pocket mirror out of her bag and looked at her reflection in it. Sara had long dirty blond hair and cold crystal blue eyes. She had a plain white T-shirt on that accentuated her tan.
As she pushed her hair around, the man who was sitting next to her smiled and said, "I wouldn't fool with your hair too much if I were you. It's perfect the way it is."
Sara blushed; at least one good thing had come out of this flight. She smiled shyly at him, "My name's Sara."
"The name's Shawn. Very nice to meet you," he replied, shaking her hand. (Is it okay that I'm making up more than one new character?) Sara smiled brightly at him; finally something was going her way. Just then, the flight attendant came around with meal service. Sara took her meal and ate in an awkward silence, occasionally glancing at Shawn. She didn't like people watching her eat, especially people she liked.
A few minutes later, she had finished her meal and the stewardess came around to collect the garbage. The plane made a wide, sweeping turn as Sara handed her garbage off. Her stomach gave a flip-flop. Uh oh, she thought; Sara was prone to nausea. Then, it happened. She began sweating and extreme waves of sickness ran through her making her clap her hand over her mouth to keep from vomiting.
Shawn asked, "Are you okay?"
Sara was afraid to open her mouth, but she managed to squeak, "A little…queasy. Be right back. Bathroom." She urged herself out of her seat and headed for the bathroom in the front of the plane. Unfortunately, the food cart and a nervous looking man (Charlie) were in her way. "Excuse me, I need to get through!" She shouted at the flight attendant.
Charlie answered her, "Get in line…If she could move this bloody cart a little faster, we could both get through." Sara began fidgeting and biting her lip. Charlie gave her a puzzled look and asked, "What's happened to you?"
"The lemon chicken…you?"
Charlie looked uncomfortable, "I-I…" He looked around furtively and dived through the seats to get across the isle. Sara rolled her eyes, and as she did, the plane began to hit turbulence.
The flight attendant turned to Sara, "You're going to have to return to your seat." Sara quickly made her way back to her seat, clutching her stomach. She bounced around the isle as the plane careened through the air like a loose hat in the wind. Sara had just gotten to her seat when the plane fell into a steep dive.
Oxygen masks fell from the ceiling, and she pulled hers toward her. How could this be happening? Fear gripped her every muscle; she had completely forgotten about her nausea. To add to her anxiety, she heard the sickening sound of metal tearing behind her. She frightfully turned her head around to see what she dreaded.
The whole back of the plane was gone. Just two single rows separated her and open air. As she looked on a woman sitting behind her, who was fretfully trying fasten her seatbelt, was sucked out of the back of the plane. Sara gasped into the oxygen mask and turned her head away. The plane jolted forward and Sara's head hit the seat in front of her. The last thing that she saw before blacking out was Shawn's vacant oxygen mask dangling from the ceiling.
FLASHBACK
Sara is sitting on a bed in a hotel room; she looks a little younger. An unopened bottle of pills sits on the dresser, and objects are strewn across the room. You hear a door open and footsteps as someone walks in. Sara looks up. "What are you doing here?" She said, standing up.
The man gave her an injured look and said, "I'm here to see you."
"Go away," she replied curtly.
The man recoiled, "Don't you want to see me any more?"
Sara crinkled her face angrily, "I don't ever want to see you again Bryan!"
"Why?" Bryan asked.
Sara advanced on him threateningly, "WHY? WHY? You ruined my life. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be here; I wouldn't have to leave my family! Leave. Now." She pushed him out of the door and slammed it shut. After locking all three locks on the door, she ran over to the phone.
"Hello, Doctor Anderson, may I move my appointment up?"
END FLASHBACK
Sara's eyes opened to total chaos. She was still strapped into her seat, and she was leaning forward. Blood dripped into her eye from her wound on her head. Her oxygen mask was miraculously still on, but now that there was not oxygen flowing, the plastic was choking her. She ripped off the mask and breathed deeply. She looked around for Shawn, but didn't see him. Then, Chris (Another survivor I made up) climbed over the seat behind her.
"Are you okay?" Chris asked concernedly. She nodded solemnly, her surroundings still soaking in. Cautiously undoing her seatbelt, she fell down on the seat below her. Then, she and Chris climbed out.
Sara inquired, "What were you doing going back into the plane?" Asking questions was all she could do.
Chris bowed his head, "Looking for survivors." The scene outside was catastrophic. People were crying everywhere; some were just sitting there in shock. Sara could see a pregnant woman standing over to her left and a person attempting to resuscitate a woman. Then she saw Shawn lying on the ground. She walked over to him in a daze, stepping over bodies sprawled out on the ground.
Chris followed her, "Did you know him?"
"I was flirting with him on the plane." She shook her head, and felt for a pulse. He was dead. Everyone I like! She thought. The reality of everything was setting in. Her heart pounded in her chest. She was stuck on an island. A few tears leaked out of Sara's eyes as the hopelessness of everything sunk in.
She was jolted out of her thoughts as Chris said, "We better get you to the doctor; that head wound looks nasty." Sara allowed herself to be led over to Jack. Jack, who was holding a handful of pens, gave them a searching look and Chris answered, "Her head." Sara reached up to touch the wound and found that her hand was met with dried blood.
Jack looked at her and handed Chris a wet rag, "Just clean her up. I don't think we need to do anything else."
"Thanks Jack." They walked over near to the surf. The ocean lapped at their feet as Chris pressed the cloth to her head wound.
Sara winced, "It stings a little, but go ahead. I can take it." Her head was pounding. When Chris announced that he was done, Sara smiled and thanked him. Looking back over the scene of horror on the beach, she knew that she couldn't just sit there. "Let's go back in. To find some more survivors."
Chris looked at her, "Are you sure you want to come?" Sara nodded sincerely. They began walking to the plane. He occasionally talked to other survivors, asking if they needed help as they made their way across the beach. Finally reaching the plane, they climbed inside. "We already checked the first three rows. Just start shouting. Is anyone there!" He yelled.
Sara took up on his cue, "Is anyone there? Are you okay?" She shouted as loud as she could. A sound came from the bottom of the plane. Sara turned to Chris, "Did you hear that?"
"Uh huh." He said, scrambling over the seats to get to the noise. Sara half climbed-half slid down to the bottom. Sitting down there was a girl who looked like she was in her twenties. Sara could tell that her leg was broken, and she looked extremely taxed for energy.
Sara and Chris quickly pulled some rubble off of her, Sara exclaimed, "Are you okay?"
The girl said, "Yeah, but I don't know it I can climb out."
"We can get you out of here," Chris assured her.
Reassured, the girl said, "Okay."
Suddenly, a smell drifted into Sara's nose. "Gasoline…" she said ominously. Then, there was a sound of shouting outside and an explosion rocked the plane. Sara was thrown backward, and in an instant fire was all over the right side of the plane. The top of the plane had fallen in, leaving only a small path for them to climb out.
Chris pulled her out of the path of the fire, "We need to get out of here." Sara looked back at the girl. Chris shook his head, "We can't save her. We need to get out!"
"No!" Sara screamed, hysterical. She dived back down into the wreckage, "Where are you!" Sara saw the girl's hand and just a bit of her head. She reached down and grabbed the girl's hand. "Help!" she shouted. Then, Chris appeared.
"You're really stubborn, y'know. Okay, now I'll take her other hand." They both took her hands and started to pull and maneuver the girl through the ruins. After several minutes of struggling, they got her out. As they climbed out and tried to catch their breath, another small explosion happened. "We need to get away from here." Chris said calmly. They helped the girl out of the confusion, and she introduced herself as Jennifer.
"Just call me Jenna."
Chris shook her hand, "The name's Chris."
The both turned to look at Sara, but something had caught her eye. More accurately: someone. Not paying attention to the conversation going on, Sara said vaguely, "Excuse me…" Then, she began to walk across the beach. She had seen him, she knew it. As she drew closer, there he was. Sara stared at him; this couldn't be happening, "Bryan."
FLASHBACK
"Bryan. His name is Bryan." Sara muttered. She is sprawled out on a physiatrist's couch. A man who looks like he is about 50 is sitting across from her, holding a notepad.
"And how long have you been seeing Bryan?" answered the man with a slight Australian accent.
Sara swallowed, "Four years, since I was 15."
He noted something on his pad, "And do you have any other hallucinations?"
"A yellow Labrador. Dr. Anderson, I just want it to stop. I hear you are the best."
Dr. Anderson nodded, "You know that there is no found cure for schizophrenia."
Sara gave him a pleading look, "Please doctor, I've been in and out of hospitals since I was 15. I just want the delusions to go away."
He gave her an understanding smile, "There is a new drug on the market. It's still in the trial stage, so I can't promise you anything."
Sara jumped up and hugged him, "I'll try anything. Thank you!" She let go of him, blushed, and sat back down on the couch.
Adjusting his tie, Dr. Anderson questioned, "So when are you flying back to America?"
Sara replied, "Two day's from now. Why?"
"Are you at all afraid of flying?
"Not really," Sara answered apprehensively, "Why?"
Dr. Anderson responded, "Oh, it's nothing. It's just the delusions are brought on by stress."
Sara smiled and patted him on the arm, "Don't worry. I try to avoid stress." Then, she left the office, taking the pills from a nurse on the way out.
END FLASBACK
Sara is staring at Bryan. "What are you doing here?"
Bryan gave her a cocky grin, "Just soaking up the sun. Nice beach you got here. But it kind of makes you wish you watched Gilligan's island a little more when you had the chance." (I changed the wording around a little)
"Go away;" Sara mumbled calmly, "You're not real."
Bryan threw his hands up in a fake-hurt fashion, "Now is that anyway to treat a friend?"
Sara clenched her teeth, "You aren't my friend; you don't exist. Why am I even talking to you?" She began pacing back and forth.
"Oh, c'mon. You know you love me." Bryan retorted coyly.
"Go away," Sara snarled.
He just shook his head, "You're not getting rid of me that easy." Sara inhaled and exhaled deeply. Just calm down, don't get stressed. "I'm never leaving Sara," Bryan continued. That's why he's here, he's just the stress. "That's not gonna work," he continued to mock.
"GO AWAY!" She screamed. Quickly turning to the rest of the beach, she looked to see if anybody heard her. Nobody was looking that she could tell. She twisted around to Bryan. He was standing with a shocked look on his face, but at least he wasn't talking anymore. Then, she felt a hand on her shoulder.
She screamed and spun around. Chris was standing there, "It's just me. Boy, are you jumpy."
"I'm sorry. It's just the plane crash; it's rattled my nerves a little bit." Sara replied.
"So, what? You're hanging out with this wimp now?" Bryan chimed in from behind her.
Sara frowned, ignoring Bryan. Chris looked at her oddly, "Who were you talking to before?"
"No one," Sara said, looking behind her where Bryan was standing. Bryan gave her a gloomy look. "No one at all."
Chris raised his eyebrow skeptically. Sara turned slowly so that she could see both Bryan and Chris. She tilted her head to Chris and said slowly, "Do you believe that we all control our own destinies? That if we try hard enough, we can achieve anything we want?"
Chris nodded warmly and put his arm around her, "Yeah. I do."
Sara gave Bryan one last glance, "Me too." Then, she began to walk back to the crash site with Chris, and, for the first time ever, Bryan didn't follow her.