Hello all. This is my first ever Lost fanfic. I know that the great series is over but I an watching it again and this idea came into my head. The main character is my own and so are a few others but other than that I do not own the Lost characters or the great idea.
So this story will be slightly AU. And some things will be changed in this story to some extent. Most everyone that dies will still be dead and so forth. Now I am just testing the waters with this one and probably will not update very frequently. But I always love your guys input and ideas so leave a comment and I can guarantee I will read it!
Enjoy! And don't forget to leave a review!
Chapter-1
Two eyes shot open, met by blue sky. The young girl shot up into a sitting position, her head burning with a fire she recognized all to well. The girl scanned her surroundings, running her fingers through the silky sand underneath her, trying desperately to figure out what happened.
That's when it clicked, the plane, the crash. She sucked in a deep breath, making her shattered ribs quiver. She slowly stood up heading towards the sound that was unmistakably the cries of people. Her shoulder length brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail just hiding the scar that ran down the side of her head and behind her ear. Her eyes, one crystal blue and the other dark brown were met with the image of the firey rubble that was Oceanic flight 815.
With a sort of caution, she made her way down the bank, her head still trying to catch up with this harsh reality. She saw a blonde who was screaming bloody murder and a pregnant woman who was crouched down holding her stomach. Instinct kicked in and in that moment the young girl found herself doing what she was always raised to do; help people. But something held her back as she ran her gaze over the scene. She couldn't find the familiar face she so desperately needed to see. The girl let out a whimper, the pain coming back all over again.
"Dad!" She screamed. Her voice got lost in the other commotion, "Dad!" She screamed it again and in an instant someone was at her side. But it wasn't her dad. She backed up a step as the Korean man started saying things she couldn't understand. He pointed toward the sea and only then did she notice an African American women laying in the sand, unmoving.
She started briskly over to her, she recognized her from the plane, they had been sitting right next to each other. She started toward her, knowing she had to help somehow. The girl blinked a few times, her head burning with that pain. Her walking became jagged and she felt her chest constrict up, her vision becoming blotchy with dark shades of black and gray that made her panic all over again before darkness gave way completely and gravity pulled her face down in the sand.
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The girl glanced out the window watching the clouds sore around her. She never really liked planes and this trip was no different. She felt someone watching her and she turned her unusual gaze to her right. "You know, it's OK to be nervous on planes." The voice of the older African American lady said.
The girl nodded. "I know, but my dad always says the bad stuff has a tendency to happen to us. So I guess that's why I'm nervous." The girl spoke softly with a shrug of small shoulders.
"Are your eyes one of those 'bad things'?" The older lady asked noticing the girls different colored eyes.
The girl shook her head, of course the she would bring up her eyes, everyone did. The girl knew that if her dad were here right now he would be dismissing the question. "No, I don't think they are one of the bad things. My dad said I was born special."
The lady nodded. "Where is your dad anyway?"
"Bathroom." The girl responded. Shooting her blue and brown gaze toward the back of the plane.
He lady laughed. "Same with my husband. Must be where all the men go to hide out when they are scared." She joked before holding out her hand in the aisle. "My names Rose."
The girl grinned, her nerves going down a notch as she returned the hand shake. "My names Reagan."
"Well Reagan, I guess the two of us are going to have to keep each other company until our guys get back.
Reagan grinned, pushing a piece of hair out of her face and behind her ear, thinking maybe, just maybe that this day wouldn't be as bad as it started.
