Maggie's LOST Remake

Chapter 1; Pilot, Part 1

'What the crap happened??'

This was going through my head as I saw tons of people running around me frantically. They were all screaming at their families or dogs or even random passerby to find some kind of junk. What got me was when a saw a huge plane wing about to fall on a pregnant woman and an oversized man who looked like he had been criticized quite a bit in his life In that moment I established three things: 1) apparently I had been in some sort of plane crash, 2) that woman was very pregnant, so there was going to be some poor, native baby around here soon, and 3) judging by the look of things, the only two other people that saw what was happening was a girl who looked about 20 and had no earthly idea what the purpose of helping people was, and a boy of about 23 who was scrambling around trying to help everybody- with no success I might add- but just getting in the way. These people; the big guy and the pregnant girl, were in very bad trouble.

I ran over to the people sitting there, who were completely oblivious to the situation above and around them. I was in a sarcastic mood; I just so happened to be asleep when we "landed".

"Hey, what's your name?" I asked the marshmallow first. "Hugo Reyes," he replied. "Well, Huggy, is this your lady?" "Ummm, no, this is Claire. Some guy in a suit told me to watch her. She's having contractions. And my name's Hugo." "How far apart are they?" "What?" He had given up; he knew I was never going to call him 'Hugo Reyes, or even Hugo. "The contractions! How far apart are they??" I love my medical shows. "Dude, do you seriously want me to believe that a 10 year old kid is a medical extraordinaire and actually knows what contractions are?" Wow, this guy could get on my nerves!

"Look, chubby; I'm 13! My mom is a doctor- oops, was a doctor." I said, catching my mistake. Hundo didn't say anything, and I remembered the plane.

"Ok, lady, time to relocate! Do you know what happened? We crashed on an island!! And if Ham Sandwich is too thick or sassy to understand that, I've got to get you to safety, because there is a gigantic piece of crud that is about to fall on your pretty little head if you don't move."

They both looked up; then the big guy got up and ran full throttle into the woods. Dang, that guy freaks me out!

Claire tried to stand up, but then fell back down. She really needed that guy….

"Come on, girlie. Let's go!" I led her away from there just in time…for that hunk of metal to crush some old guy's leg! Wow, this really was the island where dreams come true!!

"Oh crap!!" The old guy was moaning in pain, and cursing up a storm. I didn't think that Baby Claire Jr. needed to hear that right at this particular moment in time, so I led Claire and Junior away from him and set them down under a tree. They were ok.

Then I ran off in search of the helpless guy who was getting in the way. He was currently aggravating a man in a suit. 'Hey! That must be the guy that Tubs was talking about!' I thought.

"Hey, kid! Come help me!" I was going to give him something to do! "Me?" he asked, pointing his finger to his chest. "No, the 35 year old man standing beside you!" At this the man in the suit looked up. He was currently trying to treat a man's leg which looked like the bone was liable to pop out from under the skin at any moment. "Yes, you!" This guy was so frustrating! He wandered over to me, looking a bit sheepish, but unhurt.

"Are you looking for something to do?" I didn't wait for an answer. "Come with me!" Oi, I sounded like a salesperson!

Surprising me, he followed when I began leading him to the man. Oh great! The old man was gone!!

"Oh, perfect!" I called out. Nobody around me seemed to notice. I didn't really care. When I ran back to Suit- Guy, I left the boy behind. Oh no…. When I found him, I just looked at the man he was "operating" on. The guy laying down was old. It was him. Thank heavens, he is okay!

"What is your name?" I asked Suit- Dude, letting my Southern accent show. "Jack Shepard," he replied, a little confused. "Well, thank you, Jack Shepard." I turned to walk away, ready to find out what I think about this place; this island, when Jack called me back.

"What's your name?" He asked me, plain as day. I considered not telling him, but decided against it.

"Clementine. Clementine Ford."