(A/N: Hey you guys! I got this great idea for this thing, and it won't take to long, because I've basically finished it, and now I just have to type it out. You guys are probably like "Why isn't she updating 'Searching'?" Well, it's hard to explain. I just haven't the vibe to write in it. I'm starting to, because yesterday, I wrote a page and half. I'm really, really, sorry for the in-convenience, and I hope this will keep you occupied while I get the story back on track! .

AnUPDATED: Ok, you guys. Thanks to this "wonderful" site, my account was frozen for uploading this story. They had said that I had plagerized, and that the writing was indeed not my own. Well, dammit, it is mine. I came up the idea, the plot. Everything. But, I had just regained use of uploading today. So yay to me. Anyway, um, if this doesn't work out, I have indeed started a new account, LostFan, so if this does not work out, then I shall change to that one.)

(A/N2: Heads up, people. I say it's so much more a better experience if you actually listen to the song while reading the chapters. Just my opinion, though.)

Disclaimer: Don't own Lost, don't want to. JJ Abrams and his crew do a great job of owning it, and writing it, and producing it, already. "(I am not the only) Cowboy" is sung by the fabulous 'Josh Joplin Group'. (Ps, Not really sure who owns the song, except, I know I don't own it.)

Everyone

-Chapter 1-

-I Am Not The Only Cowboy-

Jack looked out across the bold ocean, the colors sticking vividly out, and the greens and blues screaming for attention. Sighing, he got back to sorting more medicines. Everyone had considered him a leader, when all he wanted was to be part of the normal group, no strings attached. The group who didn't have to worry about anything except for surviving. Jack, he was stuck making sure everyone was ok, so then they could go back to living their life on the island. He had no life. Putting up with 10 people a day was ok for him, but putting up with 48 people every day was a whole different figure. Of course, life had picked a different course for him.

And it starts like this
We crave for the kissed
By a moment complete
And it's happiness

He couldn't stand being the odd one out, but Jack always was. From grade school, to high school, to medical school, he was shunted from friend to friend, group to group. And he hated it. His "friends" always hosted parties, always invited everyone… except him. They were afraid that if they were seen with the science geek, their reputation would go down. His father hated it too. Christian had wanted the perfect son, good at everything, a popular jock, and a boy to follow in his footsteps. Instead, he got Jack, the son who was never popular, hated gym, and was interested in math more then being a doctor.

We crawl away from the things
That we wish to escape
That lead us to think that we are not awake
We are ourselves
Despite ourselves

His father hated him. And when he got back to Los Angelos, he was pretty sure his mother would hate him too. Jack was the reason her husband died. He was the reason she wasn't happy. He was the reason his father went to Sydney in the first place. Christian Shepard had no real friends. Oh, sure, he had those doctor friends that invited him golfing every Sunday, or their wives had tea with his wife, but it wasn't like he could invite them to come over, drink a couple beers, and watch the Red Sox get their ass kicked in the world series. Again.

This place gets smaller
As the universe swells
We come to terms eventually
eventually
eventually

Jack paused as he picked up a bottle of Tylenol in his hands. He could end his life, right here, right now. But only one thing was holding him back. Kate. She was why he woke up in the morning, battled the day, and fell back asleep at night, getting ready to repeat the cycle again. She wasn't like Sara. Sara was one of those model wives that every other man wished he could have. She was funny, ditzy, and she made a damn good dinner. But she wasn't Kate.

I am not the only cowboy
In this one horse metaphor
And I am not the only lifeguard
Who's washed up on the shore

Here, he thought he fit in. He had a screwed-up life, just like the rest of these people. It showed him that he couldn't judge a book by its cover often. Kate was a fugitive, Sayid was in the republican guard, and Hurley had an obsession about numbers. Charlie, he was a previous drug-addict, and Claire, she had a baby without its father.

Wake me up
Take me out
Call me down
When I'm in doubt
And I'm in doubt every day

And I'm in doubt every dayThere was Sawyer, who killed another man, and was just a negative guy to be around most of the time. Jin and Sun, he faced it, their relationship was probably hell for them, and Walt and Michael, they had almost no relationship at all. Sort of like Jack and his father, only Michael wanted to get to know Walt, where Christian, he just thought of Jack as "That kid who lives in my house, eats all my food, and is full of bull most of the time."

Words are like weight
With density and shape
Modifying forms
They evaporate

But Jack actually liked the island, it was better to be here then in Los Angelos. Never to have met Kate, or the rest of the people on Flight 815, he would have no idea what he was missing in life. He was pretty sure he'd get sick of the island sooner or later, but now, it was just one giant adventure. Everyone was curious about each other, and no one knew anyone else.

You can choose the truth
You can listen to light
You can lead the charge
And still lose the fight

It showed everyone else that friends came from the most unlikely places. Take for instance, Charlie and Claire. Claire would have never given Charlie a second thought if she passed him on the streets of Sydney, but on the island, he was a completely different person. And Sayid and Shannon, they wouldn't have even considered each other. In fact, if she saw Sayid on the street, she'd probably just wrinkle her nose and insult him.

Far be it from me
To claim anything
For I am just one
In a state of being
I come to terms eventually
Eventually
Eventually

Jack smiled ever so slightly as a green blur blasted by his head, along with a beige blur barking after it. "Vincent! Go get it, boy!" Walt's familiar voice carried across the beach. "Go get it!"

I am not the only proverb
That never really fits
And I am not the only caufield
That's catching more than kids

He remembered one time, when Sara's family had invited him for lunch, along with the rest of her family. Jack had reluctantly come, not knowing what to expect. What he saw, it blew his mind out of the water. It looked like a real family gathering, unlike the ones that his family had hosted. Kids were jumping in the pool, screaming and laughing. Women casually talking about what was on "Desperate Housewives", and their husbands talking about football, and who they hoped to see win the super-bowl.

Wake me up
Take me out
Call me down
When I'm in doubt
And I'm in doubt

Jack's smile faded as Walt's voice was caught in the ocean, and eventually wiped out. The tide crashed along the sandy, white beach, water rushing to meet his feet. The warm liquid cascaded over his feet, leaving shells along the beach as it receded back into the depths of the ocean. A sand crab hobbled after it, wanting to be sucked to the bottom of the ocean once more. Jack picked up the crab carefully, and set it right by the waterline, so the water would catch it when it retreated back once more.

And so it ends
As it begins
As everything that is infinite ascends
Into it's time
All things pass
All things fade
All things last

Jack saw that he was behind in his work, and he dropped the bottle of aspirin back into its respective pile. The sun beat down as powerful as ever, and Jack wasn't the only one who wished he had sunscreen that day. More then half the people had retired to their places in the shade, and the other half were going around, complaining about it. "Why is it so hot?" One of survivors complained.

"Why don't we just turn off the sun?" Sawyer shot back irritably, "That way, you can cool off, then complain about something new."

You are yourself
Despite of yourself
This world grows smaller
As the universe swells
We come to terms eventually
Eventually
Eventually

Jack had to laugh at that one. It would take his mind off his life, and how his mind was complaining too. Hell, he should be happy, at least he was alive still. Still. That word rang out to him. How long could this improvised life last? Sooner or later, they would run out of medicine, the boar would be over-hunted, and monsoons were sure to come. People would die, and no matter how much he protested it, it would his fault.

And I am not the only boxer
That hasn't words to write
And I am not the only poet
Who's much too scared to fight

Everything that was bad, that happened when he was around, they blamed it on Jack, the doctor. The leader. "You could have found someone quicker!", "You gave him the wrong medicine!", and "You could of watched him, made sure this wouldn't of happened!". Well, he was no babysitter, and he didn't plan to become one anytime soon. But still. A little guilt factor turned on inside of him whenever anyone yelled at him, blamed things on him, and Jack hated it. He berated himself hours upon hours for Boone's death, and if he was only thinking, he could have been in the tent to prevent Sawyer from shooting the marshal. But things didn't happen like that.

Wake me up
Take me out
Call me down
When I'm in doubt
And I'm in doubt every day

Jack smiled as he heard a familiar voice behind him. "Hey." One that only could make him smile.

And it starts like this
Bring the kids to bed
You feel complete and it's happiness
We are ourselves
eventually
eventually
eventually

I am not the only cowboy
In this one horse metaphor

-LOST-

(A/N: So, what'd you guys think of it? Please R&R! . Also, if the lyrics are messed up (spacing-wise), I am truly sorry, but I don't know how I can fix that. If you do, please review me, explaining how! Thanks!)

(A/N2: I copy and pasted the lyrics from the site, so that might help also. Um, the person who typed the lytics, goes to that person. I don't know their name unfortunetely, but I do know they typed them, and not I. I only copied and pasted those lyrics for spacing reasons.)