An hour of sleep proved not to be enough for Alyak Marie Shepard.

The up and coming migraine was just icing on the cake.

At the airport, Alyak Marie rested her head on her father's, Jack's, shoulder. She couldn't help but yawn, closing her eyes. She was far too sleep deprived. Then again, it was her fault. The blond girl curled up next to Jack, holding his arm. She didn't care if the position was comfortable – she was just focused on getting the sleep she needed.

Jack was a nearly gray haired man, yet looked very attractive. Wearing a business, you would think he'd be going on a business. In this case, that was only half true. Trying to transport his father's body to Los Angeles was a half of that, and bringing his fourteen year old daughter back with him was the other half. Rekindling their long lost relationship would be hard, especially when the daughter's sleep driven.

Alyak Marie was one unique girl. Having been fourteen, she was going through that rough patch in life no one can avoid. Isolated from her father in her early years due to the divorce explained their strained relationship. Either way, they had never had a close relationship – not even when they had adopted her. Yes, she was adopted – not the biological child of Jack. With that came a string of events effecting Alyak Marie in both positive and negative ways.

Sighing, Alyak tossed and turned, making Jack conceive a small smile. Opening her eyelids revealed two cerulean eyes and a very worn looking expression. Stretching, she put on her black jacket. Wearing her favorite band t-shirt, Fall Out Boy, and a Hollywood Undead jacket made her feel a little better. Putting on her The Walking Dead converse, she stood up. The jacket draped over her tiny, almost sickly, body.

Jack took the opportunity and asked, "Do you want to go get something to eat before the flight?" Alyak shrugged. Jack sighed, standing up.

"Come on, let's get something from the grille, Avra," he called her by her nickname. Alyak, Avra, nodded, following. Jack led her to the grill across the walkway, sitting at the bar. The bartender came, asking for their order.

Jack ordered, "A bacon burger with a vodka mix." The bartender nodded, turning to Alyak. Her hollow cheeks contrasted her face with the illuminating lights.

Avra said in a small voice, "A side of peas and walnuts with a water, please." The bartender nodded, leaving to fetch them their drinks. Jack gave her a small look. Once the drinks came, Avra played with her straw.

Jack sighed and said, "You should eat more." Avra shifted her eyes to him. She looked down, not wanting to answer him. Jack said, "Avra...you know why you're coming to live with me. This was apart of our deal. You need to eat more food." Avra scrunched her eyebrows together.

Avra said, "I'm fine. I don't need to eat any more than I do now." Jack called the bartender over again.

Jack said, "On second thought, the lady here would like to get a cheeseburger and fries." The bartender nodded, walking away. Avra looked down, deeply unhappy.

Avra frowned and muttered, "I need to use the restroom." Hopping down from the barstool, she covered herself with her jacket – it was freezing. She walked into the bathroom, going into a stall. Instead of using the restroom, she stuck two fingers in the back of her throat, making herself throw up. Afterwards, she wiped her mouth with toilet paper, flushing. Coming out, she saw a tall man, not far away from her father's age with sandy blond hair and navy blue eyes, looking down at her. Looking around, the embarrassment settled – she was in the mens restroom.

The man asked, "Are you okay?" Avra looked everywhere but at him. She wanted to get out of there as fast as possible.

Deciding to answer the question, she responded, "I'm fine." The man crossed his arms, his toned muscles showing through his gray and dark green long sleeve shirt.

The man said, "It didn't sound like it." Avra looked down, fiddling with the hems of her jacket sleeves. The man said, "Should I take you back to your parents?" Avra shook her head. She didn't want her father to know she still did this. He sighed and asked, "You aren't pregnant, are you? You're like what, twelve?" Avra frowned.

Avra said, "No, and I'm fourteen." The man sighed, uncrossing his arms. Men started to come into the restroom, eyeing Avra awkwardly. That's when Avra realized some of the toilets didn't have doors. She turned deep red.

The man said, "Alright kid, I don't know what level you're playing on, but know one thing – you're not doing your body any favors by doing that. If anything, you're hurting it." Avra nodded quickly, stepping aside.

Muttering, "Bye," Avra scurried out of the restroom, rushing back to Jack.


"You're kidding me."

Their flight was cancelled. They had to sleep through the night to get on the next available one in the morning. Avra was half glad, half sad. Glad because the flight was cancelled, and sad because she'd have to sleep on those uncomfortable seats. Jack tried to book a hotel room, but they were all full.

Avra shrugged her backpack onto her shoulders and following Jack throughout the airport. He had said that they'd sleep on the seats that were on the substation, since almost no one used them at night. Once they got there, they made a mini bed, Jack letting Avra sleep on it.

A few hours into the night, Avra's bladder called her awake. She turned on Jack's phone. It was 1:37. Sighing, she exited the substation, starting to walk to the nearest bathroom. The same man rounded the corner she had, bumping into her. Startled, she jumped back. No one was on the pathway.

The man looked down at her and said, "Now where are we going tonight, missy?" Avra looked down.

Avra responded, "The bathroom." The man tilted his head.

The man said, "To actually use the bathroom, I hope." Avra nodded. She was squeamish, really needing to go the bathroom.

Avra said, "If you don't mind getting out of the way, I actually really need to use the bathroom," she whispered. The man got out of the way, letting her go by. Starting to walk away, Alyak didn't notice the shadow following her.

The man walked up next to her and said, "Now who would I be if I leave a fourteen year old walk around an airport alone? I'll walk you to the bathroom." Avra shrugged, nodding. Continuing, the man asked, "I think your protector and shield should know your name." Avra looked up, slightly smiling. He had made a Game of Thrones reference.

Avra, thinking it was answer worthy, responded, "Avra." The man nodded, stopping at the bathroom.

The man said, "Nice name." Avra nodded, looking down. She scurried into the bathroom, completing her business. She suppressed the urge to throw up. Avra walked out, seeing the man still there. Walking back to the substation was full of silence.

The two stopped at the substation and Avra finally asked, "What's your name?" The man sighed, pondering on what to answer with.

The man said, "The name's Sawyer," he sighed, "I'll see you around, Avra." Avra opened the substation. Looking back to where Sawyer once stood, he was no where in sight. Avra shrugged, walking back to bed.


Avra woke up on the hard surface of the substation, seeing that Jack was already up, and had breakfast for her. Avra had gone to the bathroom to change and brush her teeth, she and Jack walking back to the right gate.

Avra looked around for Sawyer, him no where in sight.

A few hours later, the plane pulled up. Oceanic Flight 815.

They boarded the plane.


A/N: This is my first Lost fic. Hope y'all like! It's going to go through their whole journey, but right now, I'm shooting for at least getting through season 5! Leave a review expression your feelings if wanted – all criticism is accepted, but please don't flame me. My policy is: if you don't like it, don't read it. Don't effect other readers (who enjoy it) by your hateful comments. :) please leave a review/fav/follow!