So I've been in a very long writing funk. But, am back.

This idea came to me when I was for the 1st time this week watching the TV series lost. I've only seen the 1st disk which I borrowed from a friend. Anyway I thought how cool would it be if Smallville character's crash landed on an island and this is what I came up with, am not too happy with the 1st chapter but it will get better later on. 1st chapter always suck

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**This story will contain every single Smallville character that aired in more than one episode from season 1-7. I do not own Smallville. This is an AU-ish story. I know it's a lot of character's to play with but if you remember at least 48 survived the 1st crash in lost. Don't know much about plane so sorry for anything that doesn't make sense.

HAPPY READINGS !


Flying Without Wings

(On-board flight 175)

With a sigh the muscular young man ran his fingers through his dark hair, starring at the door that was still marked occupied in red. He turned around to face the same on the door opposite, he gave up. Maybe there'd be better luck with the toilets located in the middle of the plane. He turned once more intending to head in that direction and accidently bumped into-

"Hey watch it." His quick reflects allowed him to catch the young woman he accidently bowled over. He found himself starring directly into those hazel-green eyes.

"Yeah, you can let go now handsy." The sarcastic tone was carried out with a perfectly raised eyebrow and an annoyingly patronising look waiting for him too..? It took a couple of seconds for realisation to dawn on Clark. He was still holding her and due to his tall height when he caught her hands landed dangerously close to... actually more like definitely touching her...? Blushing bright red he immediately let go. She stumbled a little trying to catch her balance which wasn't that easy with the very expensive four inch pair of heels she was wearing.

"I'm so sorry." He started "I didn't realise-". She held a hand stopping him short. He stopped talking fidgeting a little while she took the time to fix her blouse and combed her hands through her light brown hair.

"I gotta give you props though. I know these are great." She said, giving a quick glance to her breast and Clark flushed a shade deeper. "But, Most guys go through at least an introduction first and a couple of dates before trying to get to second base."

"No seriously i had no-, I... I didn't -"this was frustrating, it was like he was a freshmen in high school. "Listen I -" Of course once he found the words she stopped him.

"No worries stutter. Let's forget this ever happened, that way I won't have to file for sexual assault." She finished with a cocky smile. Pushing his frustrations aside he mumbled a quick "I've got to go" before he brushed past her and hurrying towards the direction he was originally heading.


Lois watched him hurry away not bothering to hide the shameless smile that graced her face.

Nice.

To be honest she hadn't mind being groped by tall, dark and...? She tilted her head slightly sideways getting a better view of his ass.

Snap out of it Lane, honestly the guy hadn't been able to get even a sentence out.

She had been with more attractive and successful man than stutter over there.

The door previously marked occupied opened distracting Lois from all thoughts of stutter. A slender, brunette tried to shove her make-up, facial products and toiletries into her oversized bag. She looked to be in her late 20's. Her dress -which Lois was positively jealous of- hugged her figure. It was long pooling around her feet, the material was ruby red and silky, extremely low cleavage, and absolutely no back at all. It literally ended just above her buttocks.

"Excuse me?" Miss beauty pageant pushed past, not even sparring a second glance.

"Sure, cause clearly I don't mind being treated like a second rate citizen" Lois muttered mimicking Miss Pageants posh British accent. Beauty either didn't care or didn't hear. Lois slammed the cubicle door shut as she headed the same way stutter did.


As Beauty strut pass she let a smirk grace her red gloss lips. She had seen the look that girl gave her; it was the same look dozens of woman have given her. Jealousy, envy and she never got tired of it. She strolled down the aisles the smirk left her face quickly replaced by a flirty smile. He was cuuuuuuute.

"I'm sorry" she purred, with a charming smile. "I'm in your way."

Handsome didn't seem to mine. His eyes lowered lingering to her cleavage.

"Victoria" she introduced herself. She found her eyes locked with his gorgeous blues.

"Whitney Foreman."


Two seats away a qualified college professor watched the young man next to him gulp down what had to be at least his 23rd litre of bottled water. He stared at the young man shocked, amazed, confused. The blond hadn't even left once to go to the toilet. His neighbour gave him a sheepish smile.

"Got to stay hydrated, right?"

"Am sure" the Native American answered choosing to ignore the peculiar young man. And at that the professor went to finish his work, focusing on the laptop sitting on the food tray in front of him. Rather than the young man whose taste sadly enough choose to mix orange and green.


Pete watched the young man fidgeting next to him. Pulling his earphones out of his ears he turned to face the young man next to him.

"You okay, man"

"Yeah, am good." The guy answered with a shaky smile. His knuckles whitened, as his grip tightened on the bag he'd held close throughout the entire flight. The dude opened his backpack rummaging through. Pete flicked through the playlist on his IPod trying not to look like he was peering in the dudes bag.

"I kinda need to-" The guy gestured and Pete nodded in understanding trying to keep a calm look on his face.

"Sure" he moved to allow the guy to pass through.

"Thanks."

Pete shook he's head he had to be wrong. Riiightttt! He could have sworn he saw in a plastic slip -the same as those you put sandwiches in- containing a needle paired with clear substance in a small bottle. It had to be medically subscribed. You're fretting for nothing Ross. Airport security checks for stuff like that. Right! Still he couldn't forget the guy's hand shaking uncontrollably, as his face tried to mask the look of someone who was scared of getting caught.


Genevieve Teague walked down the plane aisles, she was downright furious. How dare that cheap tart of a flight attendant treat her in such a way? A flight attendant. Her son tiredly tagged along behind her. He grabbed his mother's by the elbow.

"Seriously Mother you don't want to make a scene."

"I'll make as much of a scene as i want Jason." She snapped shrugging out of his grip. "And when I'm done with her-"

That's when the light went out...


Raya stood quietly, hidden in the shadows watching the man playing with machinery he clearly wasn't supposed to. As he turned to fiddle with another set of buttons she saw her face. She knew this man. Not even a man, this thing.

"You!" her shock was obvious. He answered without turning continuing to fiddle with the plane controls as though they were mere playthings.

"You know for a race who supposedly went extinct, you people just keep popping up all over the place." He didn't seem surprise to see her. It was more like he had been expecting her.

"But... you're dead. You were murdered"

"Well clearly-" He flicked another button "am still here."

Raya pushed past him to see what he was doing. She gasped in horror. She didn't know much about human machinery, but she knew enough.

"You're going to crash the plane." He smiled at the fear in her voice. "This is beyond you Brainiac. What use is it to you killing these people?" He still had that stupid smile on his face. He raised his hands to cradle her cheek and on instinct she grabbed the hand coming her way, twisting it and shoving it away from her. His smile turned into a satisfied smirk.

"Let me guess you're going to try to fight me, then attempt to save all these people and land the plane safely." He's tone was mocking and sarcastic. She starred at him fiercely letting him know she wasn't going to back down.

"There is no way am letting all those people die."

"Well then..." he started reaching into the inside pocket of the blazer he was wearing. She stared at him suspiciously as he pulled out a little black box.

"It's lucky i came prepared." He flicked the black box open.

Her feet collapsed under her and stomach clenched and churned. She felt a wave of nausea overcome her. Her face scrunched in a grimace, she felt as though her insides where being ripped apart. She staggered trying to get away from the glowing green. She was still trying to get away when he tilted her head back. Those rough hands brushing her blond hair aside uncovering her neck, made her feel worse. Finding a vein he forced the green substance through.

"Shhhhhh." He muttered as he not gently dumped her body on the floor.


Grant Gabriel looked down at the lady who had fallen asleep on his shoulder. It wasn't a peaceful rest to say the least. It looked like she was having some kind of a nightmare. He let her rest though, the bags under her eyes suggested she needed it. He brushed aside some of her dark hair that was in his face. He looked her over once more, the magazine she was reading before was digging into her stomach at the angle she was holding it. He gently removed the magazine out of her grip. And glanced over the page she dosed of at. It was some article about a new found medical treatment. Not exactly what he pegged to be her read, but, then again it wasn't as though he knew her.


5 seats away Nell woke up in a dreamy haze as a flight attendant told her sit up and buckle-up. She grumbled at being woken from her well needed sleep. She was still blinking away sleep when same the attendant shoved an African American man in the previously vacant seat next to her. She glanced at young man in front of her. This wasn't his seat. He noticed her staring and offered her a smile. He was attractive though.


Eric pushed his glasses further up his nose wondering if he needed a stronger prescription. Did he just see a ... a... dog run by. A dog... on a plane. He leaned over to the guy next to him

"Did you see that dog?" The guy ignored him. And turned up the volume the action film he was watching. Eric scratched his head confused. A... dog.

The plane had gone dark. It was the end.


Then the lights blinked back on. Still she couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. The plane rumbled and shook in a way planes were clearly not meant to. Her whole body jerked back and forth with the sheer force of it. The lights were off, and then a minute later it was back on again. She took in a sharp intake of air.

"Are you okay?" The question was posed by a boy sitting to her left, only separated from her by the aisle. He looked around the same age as her. His short, light brown hair parted and combed neatly, a camera slung around his neck.

"I mean you look a little pale there" He must have thought she was confused by his question.

"I'm fine..." She began. The plane shook again, and she jolted in her seat.

"It's just turbulence" he offered with a weak smile. The look on his face suggested he was trying to convince himself as well. His blue eyes squeezed shut as the plane once more shook.

"Some turbulance, hey" She stated, God, he looked like he was going to be sick. "What's your name?" She asked. Trying to distract him from... what she wasn't entirely too sure.

"Jimmy." He squeaked. She nodded her head

"I'm Lana." The plane was really rumbling now. With a hiss and a pop, no warning other than that the oxygen masks tumbled down.

"Holy Shit" Someone from behind her cried "Were gonna die, were gonna die!" Ignoring whoever it was, she tried without undoing her seatbelt to grab her oxygen mask. Succeeding she placed it over her face, and turned to watch Jimmy shakily do the same


Alicia was frozen in fear. She tried to swallow the sheer panic that threatened to rise. She was going to die, the plane was going to crash and she was going to die. Around her people were crying, screaming so loud, she was starting to get a head ache. The flight attendants were trying to keep everybody calm and shove those standing into empty seats- They were failing, miserably. She gripped her seat tighter, trying to focus, trying to concentrate. The thing she hated the most about planes is that they were made of lead, Lead lined all the way through. Which meant she was stuck, she couldn't leave, and she was... trapped?

This was unfamiliar territory for Alicia, she couldn't save herself, couldn't disappear, not this time. What use was her damn ability now? In front of her there was a man in his late 40's having a full blown panic attack, a dark skin woman sitting next to him was trying to calm him down rubbing soothing circles on his back. Alicia couldn't even bring herself to care. Why should she? What did it matter? After all, she was going to die. The worst part was no one was going to even miss her.


Something was wrong with the plane. His ears caught gossip from flight attendant passing along as much as they knew to co-workers words such as "unsure" and "mechanical failure" stuck out The girl seating next to him broke down and started crying. Tears streaked down her plump face. She reminded him of his daughter. Elizabeth. Oh god! He was never going to see his daughter again. In the corner of his eyes he saw a dark skinned man he was talking to earlier ignoring his oxygen mask and one hand unbuckle his seat belt, bolted out of his chair. John or something he's name was. Swann himself due to his paralysis couldn't do the same. He couldn't even move his goddamn legs... He couldn't say goodbye to his baby girl.


Jimmy turned to look at the girl seating near him- Lana, She beautiful, downright sexy, her dark raven hair those huge green eyes. That sexy smile she flashed him earlier. The sound of machine grunting and groaning distracted his thoughts from all things Lana. Some flight attendants were still trying to help passengers with their oxygen masks. The scraping metal was so loud now it was deafening. All of a sudden the plane descended. Passengers and air crew alike felt gravities pull yanked them forward. He could hear the sound of metal ripping. The plane was falling and there was only so far it could fall until it crashed. So he did the only thing he could. An act he hadn't done since he was twelve. He prayed.


Anyone standing outside of the plane would have seen electrical static. A small explosion before they lost the right wing completely. The plane dipped to the right as it felt the sheer force of gravities pull. Smokes and fumes poured engulfed the side of the plane. Two more explosions and the head, the middle and the tail separated completely. Parting completely. An outside observer would have told you that this was no accident. It was too organised

Yet at the same time completely destructive. Chaotic. So many deaths. But, no one exept those on the flight witnessed such an event.


-I know what you're thinking this isn't all the Smallvile characters from season 1-7. The rest will appear later on. No not a second crash. Just introducing you to these characters for the moment being.

Please review and tell me what you think- suggestions, ideas, shipping preferences, which characters you'd prefer to be killed later on. hahahaha

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