Hey everyone! I'm Erin! I actually wrote this story a long time ago (when I was about in middle school) and after reading it over, I decided to go through and edit it and repost it. Trust me, it needed it haha. I know that Lost has been over for a long time now, and not too many people probably read Lost fanfiction anymore, but I still want to write this story. Hopefully, I'll get some readers!
This story includes 5 main characters (plus a really minor character) that I created. 2 are Losties, 2 are Others and 1 is a Tailie. It's starting from Season 1, so at this point only Callie and Dani (and Anna, the minor character) will be introduced, but as I start getting into the other seasons, my other characters will be.
Disclaimer: I do not own Lost or any of the characters in the actual show.
Chapter 1, Day 1
Callie
I looked down at the empty plastic cup in my hands with a sigh. The air in the plane felt dry and made me thirsty, and the soda I had been drinking had given me a bit of comfort in the situation. I'm not quite fond of flying and the plane I was on kept experiencing turbulence that made my heart pound.
I gripped the seat handles so hard that my knuckles turned white when the plane shook again. I really wish it would stop doing that. My mother sitting next to me noticed my discomfort at the heavy shaking and smiled at me, putting a gentle hand on my shoulder.
"It's alright Callie," she said smoothly in her British accent, "it's just a bit of turbulence; nothing to worry about." I managed the best of a smile that I could and nodded, unconvinced. No matter what she could say, I would still be freaked out.
When the plane stopped shaking, I relaxed my grip a bit and looked around the plane. Everyone seemed calm for the most part. My eyes stopped on a pretty blonde lady whose stomach bulged out heavily. She was pregnant. Her eyes met mine and she offered me a warm smile. I returned it and quickly looked away to the incomplete drawing in my lap. I wasn't very good, but it was still something I liked to do to keep my mind busy.
Just when I was starting to get comfortable, the plane shook again. I dropped the pencil in my hands, ignoring when it plopped to the ground, and gripped the seat in a death grip once more, waiting for the shaking to stop.
But this time, it never did.
By the time the oxygen masks dropped down, everything was a blur to me. I briefly remember my mother putting the oxygen mask around me. I heard screams all around me and soon a huge cracking sound followed by a gust of wind that wouldn't go away. I tried to scream, but I couldn't seem to catch my breath.
I didn't dare look back, even though it was obvious the back of the plane had broken off. All I could remember thinking was that I was going to die. In last minute desperation, I grasped onto my mother's hand, and felt her squeeze back. I closed my eyes tightly and soon after felt a crash. The last thing I remember before blacking out was being pulled away.
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My green eyes fluttered open. Immediately, my head started throbbing. The deafening whirring noise for sure did not help it. I sat up to a horrifying sight. The plane was in front of me, or at least what was left of the plane. People were running around everywhere; some in panic, some helping others and some just in confusion.
I looked around more, listening to specific sounds and at certain people. There was a Korean man shouting a name in his native language, a middle-aged man calling out the name Walt, and one girl who was just… screaming. Not screaming for anyone or anything in particular, but just screaming.
I watched in horror as a man standing to close to the engine was sucked to the engine, causing it to blow up. I turned away, not wanting to watch it anymore, trying desperately not to cry. The spot I sat in was fairly vacated—I had obviously been dragged over here away from the wreckage. Where was my mother?
Mom! I shot up immediately, and clutched my head a bit out of the dizziness it caused me. My legs felt heavy but I still managed to walk up to the broken plane. I could still read the letters and numbers on the side of it: Oceanic 815.
For some reason, I couldn't stop staring at the plane. I stayed there for a few minutes, letting the fear consume me, and felt my hands shake as I attempted to muster up the courage to get closer. A man suddenly stepped in front of me, breaking my focus.
"Do you have a pen?" he asked. I stared back at him, puzzled.
"What? I-I -No, I don't have a pen." I replied. He walked off, seeming frustrated. A loud, terrible metallic whine hit my ears. I didn't even want to know what that came from and I turned my head away as I heard two men shouting, followed by a crash.
I started to hyperventilate heavily and tears began to run down my face. I quickly dried them up, not wanting to seem like the defenseless teenager who was scared for her life, even though that's exactly what I was. Bravely, I stood up straight, brushed my dirt filled curly blonde hair behind me and headed for the fuselage. I had just began to emerge into the wreckage until, of course, someone stopped me.
"Hey, you there! Little girl! Get away from there!" I angrily faced the source of the voice, and took in the sight of a man approaching me. He had a British accent, a black hoodie and shaggy blonde hair. I sighed impatiently, trying not to let my bad temper get the better of me. When he arrived, he panted out, "It's not safe in there. At least not now."
"Look, first of all," I snapped at the man, "I'm not a little girl. I'm 14, almost 15. Second, my mother might be in that plane, alive and well, and if you think I'm just going to sit here, hoping she's just gonna appear out of nowhere, you're wrong. You can't stop me." I glared and turned away. The man threw up his hands in defeat.
"Fine. I'll just have to go with you," he declared. He looked sincere and a bit of anger left me, but I still kept my tone sharp.
"I'm not defenseless, you know. You don't have to do that."
"If you insist on going; then I'm coming with you. No one should go in there alone" he replied, rationalizing his reason for offering, but I knew better. I thought this over for a second, still slightly irritated that I was already being judged by my age. But I was scared, I'll admit it. And this man didn't seem too weird or creepy. In fact, there was something familiar about him—something that made me feel comfortable, and reminded me of home. Finally, I nodded.
"Let's go then."
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Dani
I felt entirely useless. Almost everyone on the beach was running around, doing something. Shouting for help, searching for loved ones, looking for luggage, gathering firewood. And here I was, sitting near a tree after a traumatizing plane crash that could have killed me, writing in my journal.
It sounds pathetic, but to me, writing down what happened was a top priority to me. Writing helped me sort my thoughts and my feelings. Plus, this could be a big article once we got rescued. If we got rescued. I shook my head, not allowing myself to think like that. As I continued to write, my pen ran out of ink. I cursed myself for giving that man my last pen. There were probably more on the island though, hopefully.
I closed my journal and stuffed the pen and the journal into my small backpack. I sighed and rested my back against the tree, and shut my eyes. I really do hate my luck. I got up and made my way towards the first group of people I saw. Most of the survivors currently were trying to make a fire or searching for their luggage. I should probably try to find mine, but it was getting darker and I was a bit afraid of going near the plane. I decided to wait.
I joined the group of people that managed to build a fire, plopping down in a vacant spot. I willed myself to forget what I was feeling, and instead enjoyed the feeling of the heat on my brown skin.
I didn't notice the man next to me until he spoke.
"Are you all right?" he asked, in an Arabic accent. The man himself was Arab, and strongly built. I smiled and nodded, glad to talk to someone.
"Yes, I'm fine. Thank you," I replied in my Italian accent. The man smiled.
"My name is Sayid. What is yours?"
"I'm Dani. Dani Moretti. Nice to meet you." I replied, sticking out my hand. He shook it politely and turned away. I did also and closed my eyes again—ignoring the fact that I was now stranded on an island with a bunch of strangers—and relaxed. I focused only on the fire and finally felt calm.
I opened my eyes again and looked around seeing things had become calmer. The light was dimming from the sky by every minute and people were starting to recover from the crash. A blonde, pregnant woman was on the beach looking out at the water. A large man was putting meals from the plane into neat piles. An older bald man was sitting on the sand close to the water, looking out into the horizon.
The guy who had taken my pen passed me with a cell phone in his hand, trying to get a signal, apparently not with much luck. He was a quite attractive man, with nicely groomed brown hair and blue eyes that I could see even in the dark.
The Arabic man, Sayid, was gathering up wood for the fire, trying to make it bigger. I wanted to talk to somebody, just a little. I noticed an older woman across from me pick up her necklace and kiss the ring on it. I immediately felt sorry for her, guessing that she probably lost her husband. I looked back down at the fire and closed my eyes again.
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Callie
I carefully made my way up the isle of the fuselage, stepping over debris and luckily not tripping. The blonde man was closely behind me, making sure I didn't fall. I thought that was kinda nice actually, but at the same time incredibly annoying.
"Mom?" I called out, starting to get more worried. So far, every body that I passed was lifeless. The atmosphere in the fuselage itself was incredibly grim, and I knew—I just knew that when I found my mom, I wasn't going to like what I saw. But still, I continued to walk slowly past the rows of seats, trying not to look at the dead bodies in them, and deliberately not thinking that my mother was most likely one of them.
I froze when I saw the back of my mother's head. She wasn't moving. Slowly, I made my way up to her and then looked at her face. As soon as I saw her, my fears were confirmed. I knew she was dead.
It felt like someone had ripped out my heart and torn to pieces. I closed my eyes tightly and slowly sat on the floor. I put my face in my hands and let the tears seep out. My mom was my world—the only person I had. We were best friends; she was the only person I'd ever let myself trust. And now she was gone.
"Anna?" I looked up at the man's voice. His voice seemed pained and he looked distraught. Wait a minute; did he just say my mom's name?
"H-how did you know my mother's name?" I asked, my voice shaking slightly. I didn't even bother to put on my 'tough girl' facade. The man looked at me in astonishment.
"You're mother?" he questioned. "Anna's my sister."
I could only stare, tears still blurring my eyes, and a million questions running through my head. Finally I spoke.
"What do you mean she's your sister?" Maybe that wasn't the best question to ask, but it was the one that slipped out.
"I mean, well, she's my sister. You know, parents the same, grew up together. Related," he explained. He seemed to be in state of shock, staring at my mother's face with a pained expression. After a short pause, he looked away and addressed an extremely confused me. "Wait, if you're her daughter that means you're my niece which means… you must be Callie!"
"You know me?"
"Well, I haven't personally met you but Anna told me everything about you! I can't believe I'm finally meeting you!" the man's voice had brightened considerably at this discovery. My head was spinning. This man was my uncle? But my mother never mentioned any brothers. Not to mention, she just died. I was in such a state of shock that I couldn't bring myself to form coherent thoughts, or do anything besides just stare.
After a pause, the man added, "Even in the worst of circumstances." He spared a solemn glance down at my mother. He kneeled beside her and gently took her hand. I was silent as I watched him hold it, a few tears falling from his eyes. I wiped my eyes on the sleeves of my blue plaid button up, forcing myself to stop crying.
"W-who are you?" I asked after a while of silence. He held out his hand. His nails were painted black, I noticed.
"Charlie Pace." I shook it. That was my mom's last name. I nodded and shifted my eyes back to my mother. He looked at her too and spoke again, "I guess we better leave. There's nothing we can do." I didn't want to leave her, but he was right. So, I nodded again and turned to leave.
Charlie followed me out, still closely behind me. As odd and heartbreaking as the situation was, I was actually glad to find out that I had another family member. Better yet, a family member that happened to crash on the same island as me. It was good to know that I wasn't alone in this world. But I was still completely astonished. I mean, all of a sudden out of nowhere, my mother was dead and I have an uncle. It was crazy.
As these thoughts ran through my head, I thought of how familiar my uncle's name sounded to me. When I finally realized where I heard it, I stopped in my tracks and turned back to him.
"You said your name was Charlie Pace right? Like, Charlie Pace from DriveShaft?" I asked, referring to one of my favorite bands. He smiled immediately.
"Yeah, I'm from DriveShaft. You know us?" he asked happily. I smiled.
"They're one of my favorite bands. This is amazing."
"Really? I'm glad you like us!" I smiled even wider and walked next to him to a nearby fire. At this fire, there were a couple people huddled in blankets. There was an Arabic man, and older woman, and a kind looking dark-haired girl.
I was handed a blanket and I wrapped it around myself, not realizing before how cold I was. The fire felt good and the blanket helped. Charlie and I introduced ourselves to the rest. The Arabic man was named Sayid, the older woman Rose and the dark-haired girl Dani. Time seemed to pass slowly, but it was still getting even darker each moment. There were now several fires; a small group huddled up at each one.
"You think they would have come by now," Sayid said, breaking the silence in our group. Charlie looked up at him.
"Who?" Charlie asked.
"Anyone." Charlie looked away and back down at something he was writing on his hands. I saw the girl, Dani, get up and walk somewhere, probably to go explore around. Meet more people possibly. I snuggled back into my blanket and closed my eyes again, feeling more comfortable than I probably ever will on this place. I guess I better enjoy it while it lasts.
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Dani
I wandered around, looking at all of the faces from the plane. I probably wouldn't get to know all of them before we get rescued, but I wanted to at least get to know some. I liked being around other people, and I figured everyone could use someone to talk to. A man named Hurley who had been sorting airplane food before had found bottled water; and so I offered to pass some out to the others.
I smiled kindly at the older bald man I had seen earlier as he thanked me for the water, and headed over to the next person I saw. She was a young woman with blonde hair who was… painting her toenails? Well, I guess if it passed time.
"Hello, would you like some water?" I asked her, careful not to startle her. The young woman looked up at me, almost condescendingly.
"No thanks, I have my own. Who knows where those have been," she said rather rudely. I held back a scoff, and instead forced a smile, electing to move on far away from her. I turned to walk away and almost ran into another person. I recognized him as the man who asked for the pens.
"Sorry! I did not see you."
"It's okay" he said, taking a bite of a candy bar. "Just ignore my sister, she thinks she better than everyone else because she only eats salads and vitamin water." The woman shot a glare up at her brother, but I held back a laugh. "I'll take one."
I handed him one of the bottles, and watched as he sat down next to his sister. He broke off a piece of chocolate and held it out to me. "Here, take a break for a bit."
"Thanks," I replied, taking the chocolate, and hesitantly sat down. I looked over at them. "You don't happen to still have any of those pens do you?"
"Oh yeah, here, take them all," the man said, handing me a pile of pens next to him. I smiled gratefully.
"My name's Daniella. But I go by Dani." He nodded and looked away again. I took another shot at a conversation and I bravely asked, "What's your name?"
"Boone. That's Shannon. She's a bitch." Shannon looked up at him and glared again. He ignored her.
"Yes, I've gathered that," I smiled. The woman put down her nail polish irritably.
"Okay, can you leave?" she raged. I stopped the smile threatening to form on my lips, and pushed myself off of the ground, gathering the bag of water bottles I had been carrying.
"I see I have awoken the beast. I guess I should go," I joked. At the expense of his sister, Boone chuckled. "I have to finish passing these out anyway. Nice to meet you, Boone, Shannon."
When I started to walk away, Boone called out, "Hey! Where's that accent from?"
I smiled over my shoulder, "Italy."
I plopped down in the sand near a group of survivors that looked fairly welcoming after I had finished passing out the water bottles I had. I dug an airplane blanket I stole from my backpack, and wrapped it around me, and laid down in the soft sand. It wasn't that comfortable, but it would have to do.
I shot up as a loud growl suddenly came from the forest. I started to stand up, along with several people, wondering what the hell that was. I moved towards the larger fire, where most people were.
It was dark, but it was easy to see that some of the trees in the jungle were being pulled down. "Did anybody see that?" the pregnant Australian woman that I had seen before asked and several people nodded their head, including me. No one, however, could see what was creating the sound and pulling the trees.
"Terrific," a man in the front said unenthusiastically. The noise continued for maybe another fifteen minutes, before it finally stopped. People nervously went back to their own sections where they were staying but continued to look around, expecting to see the monster creating the noise. I also went back to my previous sleeping place and cuddled up again. I sighed and closed my eyes, drifting off to sleep.