I'm giving SF a minor break and working on something new by myself. It will follow the time-line of LOST a great deal and include some of the characters, but you don't have to watch the show to know what's going on. So...tell me whether or not I should continue!

Disclaimer: I do not own House or LOST.

Prologue

"If you have made mistakes, there is always another chance for you. You may have a fresh start any moment you choose, for this thing we call 'failure' is not the falling down, but the staying down."

Cool blades of grass tickling pale skin contrasted against the feeling of warm blood on Remy's face. Eyes closed, she pressed her hands flat to the ground, expecting to feel the cushioned arms of a chair. A twig cracked under one of her palms and dried leaves crinkled under the other one. Bringing with it the smell of salt, smoke, and gasoline, a warm breeze ruffled her hair.

It had started with a small tremor. ' Minor turbulence' as the flight attendant had called it. A miniscule gust of wind that had knocked the brunette into a random seat on her way back from the bathroom. The last thing she remembered was the 'fasten seatbelts' sign flash on, followed by a hard jolt and shrieking.

Now there was excruciating pain. It started in her side and caused a dull ache throughout her entire body. Gasping, her eyes flew open and she came face to face with a clear, blue sky and waving palm trees staring back at her. Instead of sitting on the airline seat, she came to realize she was flat on her back against the ground outside. With a soft cry of horror, she tried to leap to her feet but the pain cut her short. Her movements were slow and struggled, one hand pressed to the ground and the other to her leg as she tried to push herself to a standing position.

Grimacing and grinding her teeth against the pain, she bit back the tears of anguish that were beginning to sting her eyes. After a few seconds, she made it to her knees and leaned forward with her hands rested against her legs. "Kutner!" she screamed his name, hoping with everything she had that he could hear her. The only response was a low whirring noise in a direction she couldn't quite place. Grunting, she slowly managed to push herself to her feet, using a nearby palm tree for support. "Kutner!"

There was still no response - from anyone.

Despite having a hard time trying to get her thoughts in a straight line, Remy knew she couldn't just stand there alone in the middle of the jungle. After a few struggled steps forward, it hit her just how alone and lost she really was. Fear overwhelmed the pain and she took off in a random direction, not stopping to be calm or logical about the whole ordeal. Her plane had crashed in the middle of a fucking jungle for God's sake.

Trees and bamboo passed in blurs, her surroundings looking identical no matter how many steps she took. The droning in the distance increased in volume though and she followed it blindly, repeatedly stumbling and tripping over her own feet. The dirt became sand and the sudden change in terrain sent her sprawling. She hit the ground hard, her arms blocking her face before she could end up with a mouthful of sand. Chest heaving, she slowly lifted her head. The sight in front of her nearly sent her scrambling back into the jungle.

The sand was littered with large chunks of metal from the plane and bodies. From what she could see, no one was moving. The amount of blood staining the white ground made her feel nauseas, but she pushed herself up again and staggered forward. Smoke stung her eyes and the stench of gasoline almost made her gag as she approached the mutilated fuselage. It had been torn and tossed like a child's toy, its passengers suffering the fatal consequences. All except for her. Her eyes scanned the motionless bodies for any sign of her friend, but no one looked familiar. She could tell that even the unrecognizable people weren't him due to their light skin.

Lifting her tearful gaze to the inside of the fuselage, she stared into the darkness. No doubt there would still be bodies in there. Swallowing back bile that was rising in her throat, she took a few hesitant steps forward.

"Hey!" a desperate voice behind her called out. It was thick with tears and followed by several choked sobs.

Remy spun around again, turning to face a woman standing several feet down the beach. The blonde looked frozen to her spot, her eyes focused on the bodies scattered in every direction. Despite her disheveled appearance, there were no signs of injury that Remy could see on her. The young doctor glanced back toward the fuselage then made her way toward the other woman. If there had been any bodies in there, they wouldn't have made it. "Are you okay?" the words came out rushed and slightly slurred before Remy could stop them. It was a stupid question because neither of them were okay. The flames from the plane caused her face to begin to look flushed and she wiped at the beads of sweat forming along her forehead.

"I ca- I can-" the other woman struggled to form words, lifting her eyes to meet Remy's gaze. Tears were spilling down her face, leaving two trails in the smoky ash on her face. She motion forward and toward the bodies with hands, violently shaking her head back and forth a few times. "He's not- He's not here!"

Remy turned to face the wreckage again, coughing and choking over some of the fumes. Her chest was beginning to feel tight and she knew she needed to get away before she started wheezing. "You're looking for someone?" she asked, scanning the area again. She kept an eye out for anyone who might be breathing; for Kutner. Breathing heavily through her mouth, she turned her head to face the other woman again.

The blonde nodded her head and furiously wiped at her eyes. "He was-" she choked, but her voice was cut off by the screeching of metal scraping against metal. Her head snapped up and her eyes widened as she took several steps back.

Remy glanced up, looking in horror as the wing of the plane wobbled dangerously on the thin sheet of metal that attached it to the main body. "Shit," she hissed, stumbling back. She instinctively grabbed the other woman by the arm and pulled her away, half dragging her back toward the tree line of the jungle. Whoever the woman was looking for was dead if he was still there and she seemed to realize this because she followed willingly.

"You're bleeding," the woman whispered. Her fingers grazed Remy's side, causing the injured woman to flinch and bite back a hissing noise.

"I'm fine." Remy's eyes were still fixed on the wing of the plane, trying to make sure they were far enough away incase it collapsed. She backed up against a tree and as if on cue, the metal of the wing gave out and a loud boom echoed across the beach, most of the fuselage igniting into bright flames. The force of the explosion wasn't enough to reach where they were standing and both women stared forward in terror. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the blonde cupping her hands over her ears but she couldn't will her own hands to move, despite the noise causing her ears to ring.

Even if there was the slightest chance of anyone being alive inside the plane, it was gone now.