I've been obsessed with Lost for years and have read every bit of fanfic on this site, so I thought I'd write my own. Haven't written in years, so I am rusty, any feedback or tips would be helpful!

I awoke with a gasp, warm air entering my lungs like I'd been drowning, pain filling them as though I hadn't breathed in hours. My hazel eyes flashed open and squint at the bright light they find, but soon fall upon a middle aged man in a crinkled suit sitting just in front of me, out of breath - my brother.

"You're okay." Jack says, his eyes finding mine. "You got knocked out, winded, but you're fine. Deep breaths."

Although I hated it when he told me what to do, I listened to him. I gave him a nod as I sat up before taking a look around, finally noticing the screams and creaking entering my ears. The plane had crashed, a huge piece of it thrown onto the sand about 50 feet in front of me. People stood, screaming their heads off, searching for loved ones, helping the wounded.

"Lana, I need you to stay around here, okay?" My head whips back around to Jack, almost forgetting that he was here. He stands quickly, brushing the sand off of him as he looks around. "I need to get out there, help people."

I nod my head, though I didn't want him to go. This was one of the scariest things to ever happen to me, being alone would just make it scarier. I let him turn though, making his way to someone who needed him more than his little sister.

"Wait, Jack!" His head turns and I run towards him, throwing my hands around him in a hug. We didn't hug often, probably about 5 times in our whole lives, but this felt necessary. "I'm glad you didn't die."

"Yeah," he chuckles, hugging me quickly and tightly before stepping away. "Me too."

I watch him go then, running towards a man with his leg stuck under a bit of the plane. He got a few men to help him pull him out and it was then I chose to look away. I don't handle queasy things well.

I took a look around the beach we were stranded on, searching for anyone that I could help, anything that I could do. I spotted a young blonde woman, about 5 years younger than me, screaming her head off. I run towards her.

"Hey!" I shout, coming to her side. She stops screaming but it doesn't stop the panicked look on her eyes, eyes wide as she stares at me. "Are you hurt?"

"No," she sobs, hand coming to her face as she cries and for a second, I'm scared she's gonna start screaming again. "My brother, h-he left to help, he's a life guard."

I took a look around, spotting a young brown-haired man with my brother, talking heatedly about the woman laying near them. I glance back at the blonde girl in front of me.

"I can see him. He's with my brother, trying to help." I point my finger towards them but she doesn't look, taking my word. "Come on, why don't we go sit down?"

I lightly grip her arm and she lets me guide her over to a log that's situated on the end of the beach, close to the jungle line. Once we sit down, I hold my hand out.

"Lana."

She shakes it, with a hint of an eye roll that I can't understand and a tiny smile that I appreciate.

"Shannon."

"We're gonna be okay, Shannon." I hold my hands out and gesture to the huge ocean down the beach. "We're gonna see a rescue boat in that water soon. Think of the settlement money we'll all be entitled to!"

She lets out a laugh and wipes away a tear that threatened to escape before leaning back on the log. I've done my deed for the day, saved everyone from a Shannon induced headache.

By the time Jack came back to me, it was night time. I had an eventful evening of helping to build fires along the beach with a kind Arab man named Sayid, he's hoping they'll help someone spot us. I hope he's right.

My brother sat down next to me on an airplane seat I'd dubbed as mine, holding out a tray of food that I gladly took.

"Hey," he started, glancing at me with a look of concern that I'd grown used to all my life. "How you holding up?"

"Well, the rescue boat hasn't come yet." I opened the plastic fork, stabbing it into the chicken in the tray and taking a small bite. While chewing, I look over at him. "So there's that."

"Look, about that, I'm going into the jungle tomorrow to find the cockpit." I open my mouth to interrupt him, but he holds his hand up. "If we find it, there's a good chance of finding a transceiver. Then we can contact a rescue team and get home."

"I'm going with you then." I set my tray on the ground in front of us and I watch him eye it.

"Lana," he lets out a breathy laugh but his eyes look stressed. "No, you're not."

"What?!" My voice raises and a couple of people turn to look at us and I glare at them before putting my attention back on him, lowering my voice. "Jack, I'm not just gonna let you go dancing through a jungle on a deserted island by yourself."

"I'm not going by myself. Kate's coming, too. She saw smoke earlier and it's not that far from here, so I won't be gone long."

I let myself sigh, and stare at the fire in front of us. "Fine, but if you die, I'm bringing you back and kicking you in the balls."

"Okay, fair enough." Jacks head falls as he laughs but it's short lived, and I don't know why. There's a pause before he asks, "Is that all you're gonna eat?"

Panic rang threw me as I tried to think of a response but I didn't have a chance to answer him, a loud metallic screech coming from the jungle in front of us. We both stood, his arm coming around my back as we looked on with the other survivors.

"What the hell was that?" Someone asked. A few other people murmured around us, all eyes glued to the jungle that loomed in front of us.

Suddenly, tall trees in the distance began to fall, being toppled over by whatever was making the loud noises. I let myself shrink closer to Jack, though soon enough, it stopped.

I didn't sleep much that night. Surviving a plane crash was one thing, but waiting for rescue with whatever was in that jungle wasn't an easy thing to do. Walking around the beach that morning, I could tell I wasn't the only one that was tired.

I screech when my foot collides with something, pushing my hands forward when my body decided to fall forward. Looking back, I glare at the leg my foot had touched.

"Watch where you're going, sweetheart." My eyes snap up to meet the owner of the leg I'd glared holes in. It was a man with dirty blonde hair and a cigarette wedged between smirking lips. I stood up quickly.

"Excuse me?" With crosses arms, I scoff. "An apology would be nice."

"I ain't apologising for shit. You hurt my leg," he makes a show of touching said leg and pretends to wince before looking up at me with a grin. "Might even have to get your doctor boyfriend to look at it."

"First of all, don't be a jackass." I glare at him, not liking his attitude. "And for your information, he's my brother, definitely not my boyfriend. Ew!"

The grin on his face gets bigger and I'm left to wonder if he even heard what I said.

"Well, thank god for that, huh?" He throws a wink at me and I swear my mouth drops open. Is he for real? I shake my head at him before storming off.

My eyes fall upon Jack, a brunette woman (Kate, I'm guessing) and a blonde guy walk into the jungle and I'm angry again. He didn't even say goodbye before he left?

"Lana, over here!" My head snaps over to the call of my name and I'm met with the sight of the pregnant blonde I'd spoken to yesterday. I'll have to learn her name. I make my way over to her, trying to allow myself to relax a bit before Jack comes back from his stupid mission. He'd get an earful then.