A/N: I do not own Naruto.

If I say that it all started with a bang, it will sound incredibly stupid. It didn't start with a bang. It started with a flight to Japan, where I was going to take my baby brother to see Grandpa (and get him to his first convention without my parents knowing about it). My baby brother is three years old. His name is Finn and he is as blond and as blue eyed as I am. We were supposed to take a regular flight but there was some sort of delay, so, naturally, the rich part of my retinue got ourselves a private jet to fly us to Tokyo.

So, uhm, yeah.

It's hard to explain what exactly happened because none of us remember. There was something that just woke me up and we were sliding into some trees at way too high speeds and then the place crash-landed and it was crazy and all I remember at the time was trying to untangle myself from the seat-belt, checking on my baby brother, and, oh my gosh, please don't let me lose another child and... and it was just us. Myself, Finn and my folks. There were no pilots, the two stewardesses were missing and everybody was pretty hurt.

I remember the fire and just racing against time to pull everybody out, constantly thinking about how I'm messing everything up. What if they had broken necks and I just turned them into vegetables for life? Finn was conscious and miraculously only suffering a few bruises, if we didn't count his terrified wailing. Harry was a mess. My poor cousin Harry. I remember dragging him out, crying, swearing and screaming for help. I had to leave him alone and rush for the others. Why was only I awake!?

Helen and Hannah were the next I took out. Hannah's hand was awkward, obviously broken and both of Helen's legs were broken and I just dragged them out, feeling myself out of air for every second I spent inside the aircraft.

The back of the plane was a mess and that's where MJ, Max and Sam were. I didn't even dare to think if they might be dead already. I had to go in there and drag them out, no matter what. I got to Max first and by the time I got to the exit with the stair door thing I was seeing spots. I think I may have lost consciousness for a minute or two at the base of the stairs because I came to to the sound of a small explosion. The fire was spreading, my vision was swimming, Finn was screaming for me and my best friend MJ and our buddy Sam were still up in there. I just didn't have the strength to get to them.

My eyes were stinging me and hot tears were sliding down my cheeks. This shouldn't have happened. I hacked and coughed but the scent of burning airplane was squeezing the life out of me. With energy I did not have I struggled to pull Sam away and I dragged myself to get back up the exit once more. I was so tired. The only thing keeping me awake at all was my stubbornness to get all of my friends out of this burning deathtrap that was the plane.

There was no time to get an extinguisher. It would take too long to put out the flames before Sam and MJ suffocated from the dark black smoke. I stumbled inside again and went straight for MJ's seat. Her seat-belt wouldn't budge. Wasting no time I turn to Sam and had no trouble with his seat-belt. I haul him over my shoulder and while slender, he is still a big fucking guy and my knees still nearly hit the floor from the strain.

I have no memory of how I got him out of the plane.

I do remember seeing people in black wearing white masks. I remember Finn screaming even louder and myself falling on my back, trying to take in a few gulps of air to get whatever was left of my bearings. All I wanted was to get MJ, my best friend, out of there. And I was all out of juice, so to speak.

One of the Mask People came to me, grabbed me by the shoulders and shook me. He was talking to me? He sounded really far away. I had no idea what he was telling me, I wasn't really listening.

"MJ." I rasped out." She's still inside, please get her out!"

A canteen with fresh water was shoved in my face and I drank greedily, already feeling the tight grasp of the unconsciousness leaving me and some clarity returned to my vision as water was splashed onto my face.

Again the Masked Man shook me. Get it? No, it's not that Masked Man, but an ANBU. I figure that out in a short while.

"Who are you?" he asked, and this time I heard him, but I still paid no heed.

I saw several of the masked people coming out of the plane with MJ in the arms of one of them. They got her out. Finally, I turned my complete attention to the man in front of me.

"My name is Fiona. My friends and I were flying to Tokyo then this happened. Please help! Call an ambulance! A helicopter! Anything! Harry is dying! Please help me! Help them! Please"

I was crying again, but I didn't care. My family... my friends... they needed help.

And then...

Then the impossible happened.