A/N: Okays, first LOST story… here goes nothing. Hope you enjoy it.
LOST: The Other Survivor
Chapter 1
"Flight 815: Part 1"
Warmth. It was the first sensation that hit me. Whatever I was laying on was very soft and warm, like a heating pad under the covers of a bed. Then my memories hit, and I recalled the past events that led to me being unconscious in the first place.
A plane crash. I was on a flight to L.A., we hit turbulence and next thing I knew, we were falling out of the sky. I opened my eyes.
It was really sunny, hot, but there was a breeze. I stared at the ocean water before me and followed the coast line to the left. Water as far as I could see, beautiful, yet a panic grew in me.
Standing, I looked back, an island. I was on a damn island- I began to run towards a loud mechanical noise. A whirring. As I drew closer to the sound, other noises became clear, the ocean's waves, and people- they were yelling and screaming.
I rounded a small patch of palm trees and spotted the gigantic wreckage. Half of the plane was laying in ruins before the ocean shore, and people were running around panicked and grief struck. I noticed a lot of people were badly injured and bleeding. I looked myself over.
Still have the same jeans, tennis shoes, black tank top, my shirt over my tank top was ripped. I kept it on. My arms were cut and bleeding, and my left side was stinging. I took a ragged breath, and tried to ignore it. Then I saw a man in a suit sprint like a track star across the wreckage and assist a blonde pregnant woman.
I saw another pretty blonde in the dead center of the wreckage, screaming her head off. I was slightly worried for her since it looked a little bizarre, but figured she was okay. Her lungs are at least. I then saw a fairly attractive dirty blonde man, looking around just as confused and worried.
"Hey." I managed to croak, approaching the taller man. He turned around and looked down at me, his eyes turning into annoyance. I hate choosing the wrong people to converse with.
"Hey yourself!" He said through grit teeth. I chuckled, not out of amusement but I tend to laugh when I get nervous. He had a southern accent.
"Ah, what happened? I-" He cut me off in a snarl and said,
"Look around you, what does it look like happened?" He was angry. I decided to take my questions elsewhere.
"… Yeah, nevermind." I mumbled and trekked through the sand towards a guy who looked like a rocker. He looked friendly, and just as confused as I did.
"Hey- what's going on?" I asked and he stared at me worried.
"We crashed on a bloody island! I don't- I don't know where the other half of the plane is, but people need help!" He said in a British accent. He also had dirty blonde hair, but the roots showing were brunette. He had large blue eyes and a slightly large rounded nose. He had some cuts on his face, and his lip was bleeding.
"Okay, come on!" I said exasperated and we started to search for people who needed help. I spotted the man in the suit with a few other guys drag another man stuck under a wall of metal out from under it. He was sure helpful. A loud explosion erupted from behind my British acquaintance and myself. We flew forward and into the sand.
"Ack!" I held my side and desperately tried to get my breath back.
"Are you okay?" My British pal asked.
"Fine… just, help me up will ya?" I asked, and he took my hand, pulling me to my feet. I took a deep breath and looked back at the source of the explosion. An engine had exploded. There was blood around it- shit. Someone was sucked in.
"Hey, I think people are starting to calm down, they look alright." British pal said. I looked where he was staring off to. It was true, people who knew each other had found each other and were sitting or standing together looking shell shocked.
"Yeah, uhm, what's your name?" I asked turning to said British friend. He turned to me.
"Charlie, yours?" He asked. I held my left side and took a breath.
"Cecillie." I said. He looked at me confused and tried to pronounce my name. He eventually stuck with 'Seal'. I looked around, the man in the suit was gone. I saw an attractive Middle Eastern man, possibly Iraqi, head towards a bigger group, and waved us over. Charlie and I exchanged identical looks of confusion. We walked through the thick sand, avoiding scraps of metal.
"Uh, hello." I said awkwardly. The Iraqi man had thick long curly hair, and large brown eyes. Large muscles as well, which weren't too bad looking I might add. He had a cut on his leg, and some scratches on his face.
"Hey, we are gathering everyone around us to see who are hurt and need help!" He said in a foreign accent. I nodded and looked in different directions towards people that may need our help. I saw a bald guy with a cut straight down his right eye. He seemed alright…
"I'll try and head into the jungle and see if anyone's hurt in there." I said and started towards the jungle. Charlie strode over to me.
"I'll go with you!" Charlie exclaimed and was at my side in an instant. The attractive dark skinned man stopped our journey however.
"Everyone is to stay here so we know how many people survived." He said quietly. I looked at him solemnly.
"But if someone needs help in the jungle, we should try to help them." I said and made eye contact with him. The man took a deep breath.
"Please do not make this any more difficult. I know you are afraid and worried, but we will find anyone out in the jungle after we get ourselves situated." He said trying to speak to me calmly. I watched his eyes for a while, but didn't want to make a scene.
"Are you sodding mad man? There could be someone dying out there!" Charlie yelled. I put a hand on his shoulder, and looked him in the eye before the other man could say anything.
"It's alright Charlie. We'll go in a bit. You," I turned to the other man, "do you have a name sir?" I asked. He smiled slightly at my use of words.
"Yes, I am Sayid Jerrah. And what would your name be?" He asked. I took another ragged breath and responded,
"Cecillie Kristensen. This is Charlie." I said. Sayid looked at me worried.
"You are hurt." He stated and started to reach out to me, I put my hand up to stop him.
"I'm fine, thank you though." I said with a smile. Sayid didn't look too convinced but walked off to speak with the other survivors. Charlie looked at me studied my side.
"You really don't look good mate." He said quietly. I smiled.
"I'm okay. Promise." I said looking down at my black sneakers. Charlie smiled unconvinced, but proceeded to speak to other people and ask if they were alright. I stood straight, and looked around. What the hell am I going to do on this damn island? I stared out at the ocean.
Damn it… Really in deep shit this time. I thought annoyed. I made eye contact with the southern man that had an attitude earlier. He just looked at me and then turned and walked off further from the group.
"Hey, is anyone hurt?" It was the man in the suit. He was addressing all forty six of the survivors. I saw his eyes shift to me and I tried to look healthy. People would shout out and the man in the suit would come over and check them. Doctor I presume.
I spotted a new face I hadn't seen before- a woman, pretty, brown thick hair, Caucasian, she wore a white button up shirt. My attention went back to Sayid who was whispering something to the man in the suit. The man in the suit's eyes shifted to me for a second. Great. Thanks Sayid. The man headed towards me now.
"Hey." He said trying to sound nonchalant.
"Hello." I said back, trying to show him I was clearly aware of his intentions.
"I'm Jack, I'm a doctor." He said approaching me a little closer. He was Caucasian, handsome, buzz cut dark hair, and dark blue eyes.
"I'm Cecillie. I'm an English teacher." I said. Jack laughed.
"Well, I'll just get to the point. You don't look so good, I can take a look and see if you're badly injured or not." He said. Sweet man, but… didn't exactly want medical attention…
"I'm fine. Tell Sayid, I'm fine too." I said wearily. Jack put a hand on my shoulder.
"Listen you could be fatally injured and I just want to make sure you won't… die on us when I could have done something to help." He said quietly. I smiled.
"Trust me, I won't die." I said. Jack looked at me confused and slightly suspicious. I just smiled.
"Okay, well, I hope you'll come see me if you feel bad…" Jack said not exactly wanting to leave without examining me. I grinned and nodded. I turned my attention back to the ocean.
Fuck. OF COURSE there's a doctor here. Christ, I'll have to be extremely careful with what I do and say.
The skies grew darker, and people started to build camp fires and huddled around them. I prayed that we would be saved soon. Jack was speaking to the pretty brunette girl, and southerner was off by himself. I was sitting with Charlie, a man who introduced himself as Hurley, and a Claire; the pregnant woman.
"Don't you think they should have come by now?" Claire asked. She was Australian, blonde, and had striking blue eyes. Pretty girl.
"What's taking em' so long?" Charlie asked staring into the fire. I sighed and winced. My left side was bruised. Possible fracture of a rib. I'll live. Suddenly a loud roaring and clicking noise was heard out from the jungle. Everyone stood up and stared out into the dark trees. The roaring continued.
"What was that?" Hurley asked. He was a big guy. I cannot stress the understatement in that, but he is extremely humorous and friendly. My kind of friend.
"I… don't know…" Charlie breathed. The roaring stopped and people looked at each other horrified waiting for some type of an explanation. I sighed. Perfect.
For the rest of the night, there were no jungle monster noises, and we all slept; uncomfortably, but sleep non-the-less. I got up early the next morning and walked into the jungle to access my wounds. Not terribly deep into the jungle, I was fully aware of the creature, but far enough where no one would see me. I took off my shirt and pulled up my tank top.
Dark bruising… blood clotting. I touched the area tenderly. Yeah, two fractured ribs. All I have to do is "take it easy" and not move my left arm too much. I checked my arms. Minor scratches. I was fine. I put my shirt back on and made my way back to the beach. People were waking up.
"Cecillie!" Charlie saw me approaching them. I smiled.
"Good morning Charlie, Hurly, Claire." I said. Hurley yawned hugely and stretched.
"Dude, are we rescued yet?" He asked. I laughed and winced.
"No, afraid not." I chuckled. Claire sighed and stood. She turned to the rest of our small group and asked if we wanted to go scavenge for breakfast.
"Sure, let's go." I said waving my hand for Charlie and Hurley to follow.
Start of Flashback
I walked into my apartment and took a deep breath. High school kids are ridiculously difficult to teach. Taking off my shoes and dropping my purse on the couch across from the door, I proceeded into the bedroom. I threw off my dark red jacket and approached my dresser.
My eyes wandered to the last drawer with a pad lock on it. I studied it for a minute, then moved into the restroom to take a quick shower. The phone rang just before I stepped under the hot water.
"Hello?" I asked, and moved into the front room, wearing a bath robe.
"Hi, Miss Kristensen? It's Jessica. Can you do detention next week for students?" It was the principal of Rickson High. I rubbed my eyes smearing my black eye liner.
"Yeah sure, of course I can." I responded putting on a smile. I heard a sigh on the other line.
"Great! Thanks! See you Monday!" The line went dead. Great. Now I'm supervising detention with a bunch of insane teenagers. Sighing I got into my shower.
End of Flashback
Charlie looked at me concerned.
"You okay mate?" He asked.
"Yeah just having a flashback." I said smiling and caught up to Hurley and Claire.
"It seems there is food left from the plane. We will ration it until we are saved." Sayid said as people started to make their way towards the remains of the middle of the plane.
"Hm, who died and made him sodding king of the island?" Charlie mumbled.
"Well, he seems to be doing a good job at keeping order. Jack as well. When things calm down I'm sure we'll feel less like cattle being herded everywhere." I said smiling. Charlie nodded feeling sort of annoyed still. I watched Jack approach Sayid and say something. The brunette woman was at his side. Charlie looked at me and nodded to go see what was up.
"Hey! Jack! Where are you going?" Charlie called after him. Jack turned around and spotted us jogging towards him and his female friend. She looked at Jack then us.
"I'm Cecillie. This is Charlie." I said quick with introductions. The woman smiled politely, but I could tell both her and Jack were confused about my name.
"I'm Kate. Uh, how do you say your name again?" She asked and Jack looked at me.
"Well, Charlie dubbed me Ceal." I said trying to be helpful. Kate and Jack looked at Charlie.
"What! Her name is bloody difficult to pronounce!" Charlie exclaimed. I grinned.
"Cecillie is fine." Kate said, an accent strong on my name.
"If you don't mind me asking, what kind of name is it?" Jack asked.
"Danish." I responded smiling. Charlie sighed impatiently.
"Not that I don't appreciate culture and languages, but we should get going ya?" Charlie said looking at Jack and Kate.
"Right- okay, we're going on a hike to locate a transmitter that may have been on the front end of the plane." Jack explained.
"So, can we go?" Charlie asked for us. Jack looked hesitant.
"Alright." Jack finally said and started walking into the jungle with me right behind him, Kate at his side, and Charlie at mine. After a while of walking, Charlie started to make small talk with Kate, which was amusing. Jack however seemed to grow tired and frustrated.
"I'm the bassist and back-up vocals singer of Driveshaft!" Charlie exclaimed, surprised Kate hadn't noticed this before.
"Are you serious? I have a friend that loves your band." She said smiling.
"Well give me her number, I'll-" Charlie started but Jack cut him off.
"Listen guys we need to hurry this up." Jack said out of breath. I watched Charlie try to sing the lyrics of his popular song, and slowly stop as Jack just shook his head not knowing it.
"It's a good song Charlie. I enjoyed it." I said walking past him and Jack. Jack strode next to me and was silent beside me. Charlie and Kate conversed a little more until we all fell silent.
"How's the ribs?" Jack asked quietly. Kate and Charlie could still hear however. I gave him a sideways glance.
"Fine. How's your back?" I asked. Jack looked at me surprised.
"Fine," He said chuckling a little, "you should really let me take a look in case they're infected." Jack said panting, and stepping through a bush. I brushed against a tree and noticed it getting darker.
"It's not infected. I checked." I said looking further into the jungle. Everything was green, and hidden almost by leaves and trees. Jack snorted.
"Are you a doctor? Cause last time I checked you're a teacher." He said with a small smile. Charlie and Kate had begun conversing again. I looked at Jack.
"Just because I'm a teacher, doesn't mean I don't have other skills." I said smiling back. Jack gave me a smirk.
"Touché." He said grinning. We resumed through the thick jungle and just like that, it started pouring. We made our way through the thick rain to our destination, the front end of the plane. Jack sighed heavily and looked back at the rest of our group.
"Ready?" He asked. We all nodded. Kate went in after Jack, then myself, and Charlie was covering the back. The plane was at an upward angle leaning against a big tree, so we had to climb up the aisle of the plane, using the seats as foot rests and hand rests.
I was right behind Kate, who was looking a little mournful for the dead people in the seats, when suddenly she came tumbling my way. I reacted quickly by hooking my right arm around the armrest of one seat, and catching her hand with my left.
"Kate!" Jack yelled down from the top. Kate stared at me and looked down at Charlie who looked just as shocked.
"Uhm, can you grab the arm rest or something?" I asked with a sheepish grin. My left shoulder was an issue. Dislocates a lot…
"Y-yeah…" She grabbed on to the seat and let go of my hand.
"You're like a monkey!" Charlie chuckled up at me. I grinned.
"Well, thanks I guess." I proceeded to climb up.
"Thanks Cecillie." Kate said quietly.
"No problem." I smiled back at her. We all reached the cockpit of the plane, except Charlie whom had stopped right outside the cockpit. Jack looked at Kate.
"Are you alright?" Jack asked. She nodded and smiled. I didn't miss the suspicious look Jack cast me.
"Jack, look." Kate pointed at the pilots still seated in the chairs. The front windows were covered in branches and leaves. Jack approached the pilots, the one on the right had a large branch through his chest- clearly diseased, the other, when Jack went to check him coughed and came to life.
"Hey, relax, you need to sit still, you probably have a concussion." Jack said and gently pushed the portly pilot back into his seat. I looked around in time to see Charlie disappear into the restroom.
Interesting.
"How long… has it been?" The pilot croaked, dried blood stuck down and around his face made him look as if he'd been through a massacre.
"Sixteen hours." Jack said, glancing at Kate, who looked worried.
"Sixteen hours…" The pilot repeated in despair. We all watched him quietly drink the water Jack handed to him. I watched Jack look a little impatient.
"Isn't someone going to rescue us soon?" Kate asked. The pilot panted heavily and tried to move again, reach for something.
"No… we were flying off course for a while, we tried to circle back and get on route, but the engines failed… They're looking for us in the wrong place." The pilot finished looking at Jack worried. Kate handed the pilot the transmitter he had been trying to reach.
"This could somehow get a signal out and lead them to the right-" Before the pilot could finish, a loud roar and clicking noise was heard. We all let out our own gasps and shrieks before the whole tip of the plane shook and rumbled. Kate and I fell into a corner of the cockpit and Jack fell on to the pilot's lap. If the situation wasn't so serious, I would consider laughing.
"What the hell is that!" The pilot exclaimed, looked around and out the front window of the plane.
"We don't know, some- something's out there!" Jack exclaimed. Then the rumbling stopped, and everything stood still.
"Is it gone?" Kate asked.
"Hopefully." I said quietly and helped Kate up. Jack steadied us. The pilot was suddenly climbing up on the dashboard and trying to look out a large hole in the window. Jack and I looked at each other slightly concerned.
"I think it's- ARGH!" The pilot let out a blood curdling scream as he was ripped right out the hole and the roaring returned. Kate and I both let out screams, and Jack let out a 'Holey Shit!'
"Out! Everyone out!" Jack yelled, and pulled Kate and myself out of the cockpit, where Charlie nearly fell into us all from the bathroom.
"Charlie where have you been?" Kate yelled, but I interrupted Charlie before he could say anything.
"No time, let's get out of here!" I exclaimed. We raced out of the plane and into the pouring rain.
A/N: Well, hope you guys like it. Or read it. Or enjoy it. : ) Not too much humor yet since all the characters are just getting to know each other and getting situated with where they are. Reviews are nice : )
