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Pilot I

There was no air, absolutely no air to breath. Gasping, all I felt was liquid surrounding my entire body. Flailing my arms and kicking my legs, I emerged out of the ocean, just in time before my lungs collapsed. Hearing nothing but screaming and panic, I opened my eyes and watched the wreckage of the plane just a couple of yards from where I was floating. Looking to the island, it took a little until it finally processed in my head what had happened. As the wreckage continued to sink into the water, I could feel the current pulling my body with it. Swimming as fast as I could, I made my way toward the island little at a time. I thanked whatever God was out there that I was finally able to touch the ocean floor, and I pushed my way out from the sea water. The scene in front of me was something that I could have sworn I saw in a movie; but this was no movie. Reality started to slowly sink in as I frantically looked around for him; he was nowhere to be found. Hearing the engine explode, I jumped and held my hands over my head for protection. Looking to where the fire was now blazing, the only thing I thought about was my breathing. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. "Hey, you! Miss, come here!" Realizing someone was actually acknowledging me, I turned to the voice seeing a man with a tuxedo on and a pregnant woman. I raised a brow, wondering how that woman felt at the moment, but as my thoughts continued, I could hear the man continue to yell. "Please, I need you to get this woman away from these fumes!" Kicking into gearing, I ran over to them, holding onto the small woman. "Take her over there, and stay with her. If her contractions occur any closer than three minutes apart, call out for me." I nodded as I started to direct the two of us away from the wreckage. "I'll be right back, okay?" I didn't say anything; my mind was so set on helping the woman, I had basically tuned him out. The woman thanked the doctor as he ran off, but a light bulb switched on in my head.

"Hey!" I yelled after him. "What's your name?" I called out as he turned.

"Jack!" He yelled back before running off again. Looking down to the woman, she looked up at me.

"I'm Genevieve," I introduced, knowing she'd want to know the name of the person helping her.

"Claire," she responded, holding onto both my shoulders and her stomach. Claire yelled in pain as another contraction started.

"Okay Claire, I want you to do us both a favor and breath," I told her, knowing that breathing through the pain would be the best thing for her. "Just breath; in through the nose and out through the mouth." I breathed with her, helping her focus on the simple task. Of course, because I've never been pregnant I wouldn't know how bad the pain actually was, so the task wasn't so simple for her. I tried to get her to continue moving so she was no longer close to the wreckage, but she refused to move while the contractions were continuing. Closely watching her, I kneeled down to her and continued to breathe with her. "You're doing great," I told her, hoping to make her feel better.

"Move! Move! Move!" Looking up, I spotted Jack sprinting toward us, yelling. He pointed to the wreckage, and when I averted my gaze to analyze what he was hollering about, I noticed the wing of the plane threatening to fall. "Get her out of there, the wing!" Quickly moving Claire, I wrapped her arm around my shoulders and took hold of her waist as I ran for the both of us. Jack joined us, holding onto the small woman. The wing from the plane broke off causing a mass explosion; Jack, Claire, and I all fell forward on the ground. Moving my hair from my face, I looked around seeing a piece from the plane almost crushing a survivor. "You okay?" Claire nodded before rolling over to hold her stomach. I watched her, hoping the fall didn't cause any more trouble for her. "Hey, are you okay?" Now Jack was talking directly at me. Nodding, I got to my feet, dusting the sand off from my wet clothes. "Can you stay with her?" he asked quickly before running off again. Raising a brow at him, I looked down to Claire.

"Any more contractions?" I asked her, kneeling down. Claire quickly shook her head in relief.

"No, I think it was just a false alarm." Nodding to her, I stood up again. Looking around, I noticed a heavy-set male close by.

"Hey, could you stay with her until I come back?" I asked him, pleading. The man nodded and introduced himself as Hurley. Shaking his hand in a 'thank you' gesture, I introduced myself before looking down to Claire. "I'm going to go see if anyone needs any help, Hurley will take good care of you. I'll be back, I promise." She nodded, understanding. Letting out a soft breath, I looked around and spotted the woman who Jack revived. Running over to her, I asked if she was okay. The black woman nodded to me and walked away, looking for 'Bernard'. I watched her, wondering if, like me, she was looking for her husband. Eric! Finally realizing he was no where to be found, I roamed around the wreckage, looking for my husband. "Eric!" I called out, looking frantically. I made sure I looked to everyone in search for the familiar dark hair and green eyes I was so accustomed to seeing everyday; no luck.

My search ended when everyone stopped panicking. I sat by the ocean, my arm resting on my knees, as I stared out to the horizon. Close by, I could hear a passenger cursing his phone for not having signal and another man starting a fire. "Hey you." I looked to the voice, noticing it wasn't directed toward me. I watched the dark man ask for the name of the man who almost died from the plane wing crushing him. Listening intently, the man's name was Charlie while the dark man's name was Sayid. The task they were on was to get enough wood to make the fire big enough for rescue to see us. Looking away, I noticed the black woman sitting not far from me, kissing her wedding ring. Raising my hand, I wiggled my ring finger where my ring should have been, but I had tucked it into my luggage while on the plane since it kept falling; at that time I was planning on getting it re-sized when I got back home. That all seemed so pointless now. Hearing footsteps approaching, I looked to see Claire walking down to sit with me. Giving her a small smile, I looked back out to the ocean – it was starting to get dark.

"From this point of view, it looks beautiful," she said, speaking out the ocean. I realized then that she was from Australia as her thick accent lingered

"Yes, and then you turn around and realize the circumstances are different," I added sourly, my own Spanish accent showing. Letting my frustrations get the best of me, I wanted to scream at everyone and everything. The feeling of loneliness slowly crept on me as I continued to think about Eric, and his whereabouts unknown. "I'm sorry," I whispered to her.

"It's okay; we're all a bit on edge." She lightly patted my shoulder, showing me that no feelings were hurt. Giving her a smile, I sighed.

"They should have been here by now." I didn't take my eyes off from the ocean, watching for another plane or helicopter, or even another boat; but nothing came. Rescue wasn't showing and I, as well as the other survivors, were getting impatient.

"Hey, are you guys hungry?" I looked up to see Hurley standing over us, holding out two trays of food from the plane. Nodding, I extended my arm for the food while Claire thanked him and did the same. "Anymore … you know, baby stuff?" he asked cautiously.

"Oh no, I...I'm okay." Claire nodded up to him with a smile.

"Well, hang in there," he added before leaving. I watched him as he turned to leave, but stopped and handed Claire another tray of food. I smiled at his kindness and looked to Claire.

"He seems like a really great guy." Claire nodded in agreement as she helped herself to the cold pasta in the tray. Examining my tray, I made a face before setting it down. "Hey, whatever happened to that Jack guy?" I asked her, looking around the camp for him. Claire shrugged.

"I dunno." We both searched for Jack but neither of us were successful. "I hope he's okay." I agreed with her; someone like him we'll need.

"Well, if you don't mind, I am going to go search for him so I can properly thank him for his kindness." Claire nodded.

"Let him know I also say thank you."

"I will. Enjoy the food," I added before sulking off toward the survivors. I roamed around the passengers looking to everyone. I realized there was an extreme diversity among us. There were Australians like Claire, African-Americans like Rose, Koreans like the married couple, Hispanic like me, and Caucasian like Jack. Looking to the fire, I noticed three bodies; one standing, one kneeling, and one lying on the ground. "Is everything okay?" I asked approaching them. I looked to Jack who turned to look at me, but as soon as he moved I noticed the injured man he was examining. "Aye Dios mio, is he dead?" Both Jack and the brunette woman gave me a confused look before answering.

"No, he's not dead, but he's badly injured," Jack said looking up to me. "This is Kate." The brunette woman gave me a small smile before greeting me.

"I'm Genevieve," I said with a nod, looking down to the man.

"Do you think he's going to live?" Kate asked, concerned.

"Do you know him?" Jack asked, looking up to her.

"He was sitting next to me." Averting my gaze to look at her, I couldn't tell if her sympathy was genuine or not. It was obvious in her face that she was concerned for the man, but it wasn't clear if she was concerned for his well-being. Kate lifted her head to the sky and ran her hands down her face, sighing. "I can't believe this is happening."

"I don't think any of us can fully grasp the concept of what is happening right now; most of the survivors are in shock and others are making it their duty to try to come up with ways to help us get off." The two looked to me as I spoke. "A man named Sayid was the one that was in charge of collecting the wood to make the fire and another named Charlie was helping him. Hurley is contributing by handing out trays of food from the plane to the others while the rest of them are just lounging around; in shock I presume." I could tell that Jack was impressed with the way I was speaking, but Kate was just listening because it was the polite thing to do. Stopping my updates about the others, I looked down to the visible beach to the wreck. Jack finished his examination and beckoned for us to join him closer to the fire. Picking up leaf, Jack began tearing it apart, making it look like a miniature plane. Jack and Kate sat next to the fire while I stood next to Jack, letting my legs stretch.

"We must have been at, about, 40,000 feet when it happened. Hit an air pocket and dropped, maybe, 200 feet. The turbulence was." Jack grew silent as he thought about the experience. "I blacked out."

"I didn't." Kate said, crossing her arms across her chest. "I saw the whole thing. I knew that the tail was gone, but I couldn't bring myself to look back. And then the, the front of the plane broke off."

"Well, it's not here on the beach. Neither is the tail. We need to figure out which way we came in."

"Why?"

"Because there's a chance we could find the cockpit," I answered for Jack, knowing exactly where he was going. "If it's intact, we might be able to find a transceiver. Send out a signal and help the rescue party find us."

"How do you know all of that?" Kate asked, taking turns looking at both Jack and I.

"I took a couple of flying lessons; wasn't for me," he answered with a shrug.

"My father was a pilot," I answered, holding my weight on one leg. Jack threw the leaf plane into the fire, and we all watched as it burned.

"I saw some smoke just through the valley. If you're thinking about going for the cockpit, I'm going with you." Watching her body language, and the way she spoke to him, I could automatically sense that she felt the need to help him. Just as I was about to speak up and offer my help as well, a mechanical roar came from the forest. Jake and Kate joined me on their feet as everyone on the island looked to the noise, scared. The tops of trees started to disappear as the sound continued to grow louder and louder. Most of the islanders moved closer to the sound while the other half backed away from it. Being smart, I backed away as I watched the trees continue to disappear.

"Great."

Eric couldn't stop shaking his leg, and he continued to do so even while I tried my hardest to read. The shaking was starting to get rather obnoxious, so I put a hand on his leg, making him stop. He looked to me with a raised brow, confused to what I was doing. "Will you stop shaking your leg?" I asked him; he then realized why my hand was on his leg. "If you hated flying we should have gone somewhere else for our honeymoon." Eric chuckled as he put his leg over the other one.

"I wanted you to have the honeymoon of your dreams," he responded with a wink.

"Babe, I already had the wedding of my dreams, I didn't need a honeymoon to match it."

"Are you kidding? You'd never let me forget that we had a mediocre honeymoon if I would have taken you to the place I wanted to go to." Eric was right. He wanted to go to see Niagara Falls and stay in a cabin and camped; I'm too much of a city girl for something like that. With a shrug, I continued my reading. Hearing some desperate voices, I turned to see a man quickly walking through the aisle as a flight attendant chased after him. He locked himself into the bathroom and I shrugged to my husband. "Whatever," he said, looking to me. "I'll be back, I've got to go to the restroom." I watched as my husband made his way to the restroom, looking back to my book after he went out of view.

"Ladies and gentleman, the pilot has switched on the "fasten seatbelt" sign. Please return to your seats and fasten your seatbelts." Placing my book down, I grabbed my seatbelt and made sure it was tight.

"I hope everything is okay," I heard the man behind me say softly. There was a sudden lurch and I witnessed a passenger flying out of his seat, hitting his head on the ceiling. The plane aggressively shook and the oxygen masks come down. Quickly grabbing the mask, I placed it over my face.

"Eric!"

"It didn't sound like an animal; not exactly I mean." When morning had come, most of the islanders were too scared to sleep, so they stood together as they discussed the mysterious noise from the previous night. I, myself, hadn't been able to sleep much; the sand was nothing compared to soft hotel beds. The sun had come up, and I forced myself to wake; not a great welcome for the new day. I stood next to Jack as we both looked out to the ocean. I listened as the islanders shared their thoughts and views about what the noise could have possibly been. Someone had proposed that the sound was an animal, but even a deaf person would know that that sound did not come from an animal; none that wasn't mechanical.

"That sound that it made, I keep thinking that there was something really familiar about it." I looked to the black woman who had shared that her name was Rose.

"Really? Where are you from?" Asked the blonde Barbie doll.

"The Bronx," Rose answered as-a-matter-of-factly.

"Might be monkeys; its monkeys, right?" Charlie asked obviously worried.

"Sure it's monkeys. It's Monkey Island." I looked to the man that answered him and quickly looked him over. He seemed like that kind of man that didn't get along well with others, but at the same time, neither did most of the people here.

"Technically, you know, we don't even know if we're on an island." Hurley raised a hand, indicating it was his turn to talk. I couldn't help but smile at the man and his boyish charm.

"We're on an Island," Sayid said with a nod.

"You guys ready?" Turning, I looked to Kate who walked beside us.

"Kate, you showed me where the smoke was. I can get there myself, no offense to the both of you."

"We're coming," we said in unison.

"Well, you're going to need better shoes," he said to Kate. I had already had on my sneakers while on the plane, giving me the comfort I needed to fly.

"I'll be right back." Watching Kate as she left, I gave Jack the heads up where I'd be before making my way over to Claire.

"You'll be alright here, right?" I asked her, concerned. "I'm going with Jack to find the cockpit." Claire nodded.

"Yeah, I'll be fine. I have Hurley here to help me if anything." I smiled at her and realized why I had felt a connection to her; she was the daughter I've always wanted. Claire was so innocent, so meek – a damsel in distress. With one last smile, I gave her a hug before walking to wait with Jack. As soon as Kate approached us, we walked over to the others who were still in a huddle, discussing.

"We are going to out and look for the cockpit," he informed the others. "We're going to see if we can find a transceiver to send a distress signal and help the rescue team." Jack looked to Boone and put a hand on his shoulder. "You're going to need to keep an eye on the wounded. If the guy in the suit wakes up, try to keep him calm, but don't let him remove that piece of shrapnel. You understand?"

"Yeah, got it. What about the guy with the leg? The, the tourniquet."

"I stopped the bleeding. I took it off last night. He … he should be all right." Boone nodded.

"I'll come with you. I want to help." Charlie stepped forward, raising a hand.

"I don't need any more help," Jack said, looking at both Kate and I while we waited patiently for Jack to finish up.

"No, it's cool, I don't really feel like standing still, so." Jack looked to us for confirmation. I shrugged, indicating I didn't care and Kate nodded. "Excellent." Charlie walked to us and put an arm around both our shoulders. "Looks like we'll all be going." Smacking his arm off my shoulders, I turned and started the way.

"May I ask you something?" We had been walking for about ten minutes before anyone said anything. Walking ahead with Jack, Kate and Charlie walked steadily behind us. Upon hearing her voice, I turned with a raised brow as I looked at the two of them while they spoke.

"Me? I'd be thrilled. I've been waiting," Charlie responded with a smile.

"Have we ever met, anywhere?" Kate kept her gaze ahead as she spoke.

"No, that would be unlikely." Charlie continued to carry the smirk on his face. "I look familiar, though, right?" Kate nodded and answered him while Charlie sighed excitedly. "Can't quite place it?" Kate shook her head as she continued to remember where she knew him. "Yeah. I think I know."

"You do?"

Charlie began singing loudly, as if it was to help her remember. "You all everybody. You all everybody!" He stopped for a brief moment, hoping she'd remember with that verse, but Kate was still clueless. "You've never heard that song?"

"I've heard it. I just don't know what the hell it is…"

"That's us; Drive Shaft. Look, the ring—second tour of Finland. You've never heard of Drive Shaft?"

"The band?" she asked with a smile, stopping to look at him.

"Yeah, the band."

"You were in Drive Shaft?" Kate asked, not believing him.

"I am in Drive Shaft. I play bass."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah, Charlie. Track 3, you know, I do backing vocals."

"My friend Beth would freak. She loved you guys." Jack finally looked back and groaned. I gave him a shrugged before stopping in my tracks, waiting for the two to start moving again. Jack and I waited a little more before he grew impatient, walking over to them.

"Give me Beth's number, I'll call her, I'd, I'd love to."

"Hey," Jack approached them, trying to get them to start moving again, but the two were so engaged in their conversation that Kate tried to get him involved.

"Have you ever heard of Drive Shaft?" she asked him. Charlie began singing again; hoping Jack would remember the song as well. Jack shook his head before informing them that we all had to keep moving. He started toward me again and I gave him an amused look.

"What was that about?" I asked him, following closer behind him.

"I don't know, apparently he's in some kind of band." I nodded, not really knowing what to say to that. "I don't really care; I just want to find the cockpit."

"Understandable." We all continued walking - single filed line - through the forest. The once smooth path we were walking on turned into a junglized obstacle. Jack continued to lead the way as he wacked the plants out of our way so we could continue on our trail without harm. A light breeze wisped passed us and I could smell it instantly; the smell of rain. Stopping in my tracks, I looked up to the sky and saw the clouds. As soon as my face went parallel with the ground, the rain belted down on us. The rain didn't stop us from moving, but it did leave Charlie a bit concerned. He went on asking if the sudden rain was normal, calling it a bit apocalyptic. I much rather enjoyed the soft air and the cool liquid falling on us, it would help cool our bodies down from the immense heat. Rounding a big tree, we spotted it, the front part of the plane. We stopped in front of it, examining the plane. It seemed so grim to see the other half of the plane caught in a tree, just sitting in the middle of the forest.

"Well come on, let's do this." Jack dropped his walking stick and started toward the plane. We found a good part to enter the plane and began climbing in. The sight inside the plane was depressing; bodies were left inside and the masks were all hanging from the ceiling.

"Let's get this trans..." Charlie started, bringing my thoughts back on the real reason why we were here.

"Transceiver," Jack corrected him.

"Transceiver thing and get out of here," Charlie finished. Jack began climbing up the plane, holding onto the seats for support as he climbed; we followed. It was a hard task since the plane was upright due to the tree, but it was a task that needed to be done. I helped Charlie up after seeing him struggle and continued. Jack grabbed a flashlight and began hitting the door to the cockpit; when it did open, a body flew down passed us.

"Are you okay?" he asked us as we were all breathless from the sudden scare. "Hey, you girls don't have to come up here."

"I'm okay," Kate answered for us as I reached out my hand for help. Jack grabbed it and hoisted me up with him, doing the same with Kate. I pulled myself up into the cockpit and steadied myself so I wouldn't fall. "So what does the transceiver look like?"

"Like a complicated walkie-talkie." Jack pulled himself up and began searching for the device. Kate began looking in the opposite side of the room, but we all stopped when the body that we thought was dead began breathing. He let out a few coughs before Jack began talking to him. "Hand me the water." I grabbed the water bottle I had in my bag and handed it to Jack so he could help the pilot.

"How many survived?" the man asked. Looking at his wounds, I could see his eye was swollen from the wounds and he was bleeding from a cut just above his eye.

"At least forty-eight," Jack answered. "Does anything feel broken?"

"No, just my head – it's a little dizzy, that's all." Jack looked over his head wounds and nodded.

"It's probably a concussion."

"How long has it been?"

"Sixteen hours."

"Sixteen? Has anybody come?"

"Not yet," I answered him, making him aware that there were other people in the cockpit. The pilot looked to me and Kate, breathing heavily.

"Six hours in, our radio went out. No one could see us so we turned back to land in Fiji. By the time we hit turbulence, we were a thousand miles off course." Jack turned to look at us, as if to say 'we're screwed', but I kept my gaze on the pilot, forcing the words to sink in. "They're looking for us in the wrong place." We all kept quiet for a little while, letting the pilot's words scramble in our heads. "We have a transceiver!" The pilot went to get up, but Jack stopped him from moving.

"Good, that's what we were hoping," Jack said, pushing him back onto the seat. "Listen, you shouldn't try to move." The pilot insisted he was okay, but Kate was already going for the device, handing it to him. The pilot turned the switch and out came static. Looking around, I noticed there was one body missing from our group.

"Where's Charlie?" I asked, causing Kate to search for him. The pilot tried for the transceiver to work, but failed while Kate walked out of the cockpit. Creaking came from the plane as she walked and searched for the British man. She called out for him, which in turned caused him to come out from the restroom.

"What are you doing in the bathroom?" she asked him. Charlie gave her a questionable look, but before he could answer, the mechanical roar came from outside the plane. We all looked up from what we were doing and looked around.

"What the hell was that?" the pilot asked. Jack called for Kate and helped her into the cockpit, Charlie following.

"It's right outside," she whispered, breathless.

"What? What's right outside?" Jack and I shushed the pilot and kept very still. We heard the sounds of trees snapping and breaking, and Kate moved to a different location in the cockpit, right by me. I held onto the brunette woman as we both sat still, scared. Jack tried to peer out the window of the plane to get a glimpse of whatever it was that was terrorizing us, but he couldn't see passed the foggy glass. The pilot stuck out his head from a hole, and he was sucked up. As he was hoisted up from the plane, blood splattered all over the windows next to Kate and me; I held in the vomit threatening to escape.

"What the hell just happened?!" Charlie yelled, frantic. Another blow came from the creature to the plane, causing it to shake. Jack reached for the transceiver and the plane fell from the tree onto the ground. We ran out from the plane, running as fast as we could through the storm. We hurdled and jumped through obstacles and barriers that the forest gave us, but our terror was so high we continued to run. Charlie fell, his leg caught. "Hey!" Jack turned and helped Charlie out from the trap as Kate and I ran into the barriors of tree trunks. Realizing Jack and Charlie were no longer behind us, we looked around.

"Jack!" Kate yelled as a few sobs escaped her throat. I shushed her as I heard the ground shake from whatever the creature was taking its steps. Trying to slow my breathing, I could hear Kate desperately trying to count. Looking to her, I raised a brow, but I didn't bother to question her; my main concern was Jack and Charlie. When she reached the number five; Kate had calmed herself down and began listening to the sounds of the forest along with me, looking for any signs of them. Hearing leaves rustle behind us, we both turned to investigate; there was nothing there. Turning back around, there stood Charlie, causing Kate and I to scream. I held onto the small tree trunk while Kate fell forward on top of Charlie. "Where the hell is Jack?" Kate asked, regaining her composure.

"I don't know," he answered.

"Did you see him?"

"Yeah, he pulled me up."

"Where is he?"

"I don't know!"

"How can you not know?" It was actually quite amusing to watch the two go back and forth with the questions that I stood at my post.

"We got separated! Look, I fell down 'cause he back for me, that thing..."

"Did you see it?" I asked, interrupting him.

"No," he answered, looking to me. "But it was right there. We were dead ... I was. And then Jack came back and he pulled me up. I don't know where he is." Kate looked around for Jack, getting off from Charlie.

"We have to go back for him," she said. As soon as she spoke, the rain had finally stopped. I walked out from my hiding spot and joined the two.

"Go back there?" Charlie asked with a hint of fright in his voice. "Kate there's a certain gargantuan quality about this thing."

"Then don't come." Kate looked to me, giving me a look. I nodded, knowing that her look was really a question if I was going along. We began walking toward the area where Jack and Charlie were last while he laid on the ground, sighing. Finally, Charlie gave in and joined us in our quest for Jack. Kate walked slowly and cautiously, as did Charlie. We searched around the areas where we had ran from before anyone spoke.

"I heard you shout," Charlie spoke. "I heard you shout Jack. I'm Charlie, by the way." I couldn't help but smile at his comment; poor Charlie was getting jealous that Jack was getting more attention then he was. Kate stopped in her tracks, causing me to run into her. But before I could question her, I noticed what she was looking at. "What is that?" Charlie asked. I rolled my eyes and shushed him before looking forward again. Kate moved forward and picked up the shiny, metal pendent that lay on the ground; it looked like something a pilot would wear with his uniform. Kneeling down with her, I studied it before looking into the reflection of the water. Tilting my head, I averted my gaze toward the sky and realized the weird shape in the reflection was actually the pilot hanging from a tree. Kate and Charlie both followed my gaze. "What..."

"It's the pilot." We all turned to the voice, seeing it was Jack coming out from the forest.

"Did you see it?" Kate asked as she approached him.

"No," Jack answered, disappointed. "It was right behind me, but I dove into the bushes." While they spoke, I kept my gaze up to the pilot, trying to figure out how he got up there. Charlie must have noticed what I was preoccupied with because he joined me.

"Guys," I spoke, getting their attention. "Now, how does something like that happen?" I asked, pointing up to the pilot. We all kept our gazes up to the tree, looking over the horrific sight of the pilot, dead and caught in the tree branches.