"Meghan!!! Meghan, please wake up! Come on, you can't die!!!"

I opened my eyes, startled to see miles of sand in front of my eyes. What the…?

Suddenly I remember. The seat belt sign going on, the sudden turbulence, the oxygen masks falling, and all of a sudden everything went black.

I sit up, looking around until I find my brother, Jordan, staring at me. Panic was set on his face. "Oh thank god!" He threw himself on me, squeezing the oxygen out of my lungs.

"Jordan, get off!" I said, struggling for breath. "What in the hell is happening??? Where are we?"

He hesitated, and then pointed to my right. I looked over, and suddenly the smell of burnt flesh flew into my nostrils.

Our airplane lay surrounded by luggage, bodies, and fire. Black smoke filled the air as people ran around screaming and pulling others from the debris.

I stood up and whirled around, frantically searching for the third member of our travelling party. "Jordan, where's Sydney?"

"The doctor's looking at her," he said, avoiding my gaze. "Her arm is cut."

My eyes widen and I have to sit down from the shock. "Oh- My- God. Mom is going to kill me."

Before he can say a word I stand up and start running for the wreckage.

"SYDNEY! SYDNEY, WHERE ARE YOU?"

My mind was reeling as I ran, not knowing where I was going or what I was doing. My little sister was hurt, and we were surrounded by dead bodies and flames.

"Meggy, I'm over here!"

I searched for the voice, and finally saw my nine year old sister sitting on the beach away from the flames. Her lower left arm was covered in blood.

"Oh my god!" I hurried over to her and grabbed her hand. "Are you okay? Did the doctor see you? Has he done anything???"

"He said to sit over here and wait while he helps other people," Sydney said, her eyes filling with tears. "Meghan, I miss mommy."

I laughed bitterly. "Syd, that's the least of our problems right now." I looked at her injured arm trying to assess the damage. "Honey, that just looks worse than it is. Listen, I want you to stay here and I'm going to go get Jordan. Stay away from the plane, and don't get up for anything. Do you understand me?"

She nodded yes, tears streaming down her face. As soon as she gave her agreement I was up on my feet, running like the devil was on my heels through the blood soaked sand. The whistling of the engine was ringing in my ears, and I frantically searched for any sign of my brother.

I went back to the spot where I woke up, but Jordan wasn't there. My throat thickened and my heart skipped a beat.

"Oh god, I didn't lose him. Please tell me I didn't lose him."

With that echoing in my mind I took off towards the airplane- if I knew my brother, he was trying to help whoever he could.

All of a sudden I ran right into someone. Both of us fell to the ground. When I stood up I saw that it was a blond man wearing a black and grey striped shirt. Somehow he looked oddly familiar.

"Oy, watch it!" he said, obviously pissed off. He had an English accent, which meant that I'd never met him in Canada….

"Okay, listen closely because I don't have a lot of time," I said quickly. "Have you seen a boy, about thirteen, brown hair, kind of chubby, wearing a shirt that says 'Lead Guitarist' on it?"

He stared at me dumbfounded for a second. "No, I haven't."

I screamed exasperatedly, amazed at this guy's stupidity. "Well can you help me look then? Make yourself useful, you big sack of-"

"Alright, alright, let's go!" he says, getting off the ground and heading for the wreckage. "Now are we looking for a body or-"

"He's alive," I growl, following him through the smoke. "He's the one who woke me up. I lost him when I went to find my sister."

"Okay then- what's his name?" said the man, coughing as we moved through the smoke.

"Jordan. Listen, you go to the left side and I'll look on the right- I have to check on my sister and see if he's there. If you find him you tell him that he'd better go find Sydney-our little sister- and stay there with her no matter what. If you don't see him anywhere, come tell me. You got all that?"

"Yeah- left side, Sydney, stay there. Got it." He sped up, running towards the right side of the carnage.

I sped up as well, running towards my sister. I could see her bright blue t-shirt contrasting with the sand, and as I got closer I realized that she was with three other people- a blonde pregnant girl, a bulky man with long, curly hair, and my brother.

I collapsed on my knees in the sand in front of my siblings, pulling them both into a tight hug. "Oh thank God," I whispered, strangling both of them unintentionally before letting them go. "No permanent damage? You're both alright?"

"Yeah, we're fine," said Jordan.

Once I realized that everyone was okay, I turned on Jordan; I was ready to ream him out.

"Jordan, where did you go after I left to find Sydney?" I said with an accusatory tone.

He looked at me as if I was nuts. "Are you insane Meghan? Where do you think I was, skipping through the jungle? I was trying to help."

I laughed. "I knew you would say that. You're thirteen and you have no medical training besides what you need for a babysitting license. How could you have helped?"

Jordan was growing visibly angry, and was about to speak when the chunky guy began to talk.

"He's more help than you'd think- he helped me bring her over here," he said, pointing to the pregnant girl. "Don't underestimate people in a crisis."

I stared at him, speechless. Before anyone could break the awkward silence I heard footsteps coming up behind us. Suddenly the familiar blond guy came up to my side, panting heavily.

"I looked everywhere but I couldn't find him, please don't hurt me." He said very quickly.

I stared at him. "It's okay, I found him," I said, gesturing to Jordan.

The man looked at Jordan and exhaled. "Okay, so I can sit down then," he said, and he did. "I'm Charlie by the way," he said, extending his hand. "And you are, scary chick?"

I laughed and took his hand. "I'm Meghan, and this is Jordan and Sydney, my younger demonic siblings- I'm not normally this scary, I was just panicking."

Charlie smiled at me. "Well, it's nice to meet you Meghan, Jordan, and Sydney." He looked around at everyone else. "Who are the rest of you?"

The pregnant girl held out her hand. "Claire. Claire Littleton." She smiled and went back to staring out at the ocean.

The other man smiled as well. "I'm Hurley."

I laughed. "That's a cool name."

We all fell silent. Nobody spoke until a few moments later, when Sydney stopped crying and looked at me. "Meghan, what's going to happen to us?"

I stared out into the ocean. I could ease her suffering and get her hopes up by telling her that the rescue team would come for us soon, or I could tell her the truth.

"Do you want the truth?"

She nodded. Her tearstained cheeks were drying, and her dirty face looked like it had tiny rivers flowing down it.

I sighed. "I don't know, Sydney. I don't know."

A/N: I don't own Lost, unfortunately. If I did Charlie and Claire would be together and Libby wouldn't have died.

This is my first Lost fan fic, but I love this show so I hope I write this well enough. R&R please!