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The sounds of panic reached my ears as I slipped into consciousness, screaming, shouting, crying... all flooded over me as I let out a pain filled groan. "There's a girl over here!" a voice shouted from closer than the panic.

"Is she hurt?" another voice shouted back.

"Her hair's full of blood," was the reply as I shifted and cracked my eyes open, "She's waking up!" Another groan slipped from my lips as I pushed myself into seating position, frowning in confusion when my skin touched sand.

"Are you okay?" the earlier voice asked as someone knelt on the ground next to me. He was very good looking, bright blue eyes, chocolate brown hair...

"What happened?" I croaked out.

"The plane..." he turned and looked behind him making me follow his gaze, my jaw dropping at the sight of the carnage.

"Oh god," I muttered before scrambling to my feet and running to the scene, "Logan?"

"Wait, wait," the guy pulled me backward slightly making me turn to him tears streaming down my face, "Calm down... who's Logan?"

"My brother," I replied weakly as I scanned the beach.

"Come on," He wrapped an arm around my shoulder, "I'll help you look for him, what does he look like?"

"A lot like me," I shrugged, "He's fourteen, sandy blond hair, green eyes." A sudden explosion rang out loudly making me jump instinctively away from it with a gasp as I clung to the guy.

"Fourteen?" he asked cautiously making me pull away and nod, "Was he wearing a purple hoody?"

"Yeah," I muttered before following his gaze to where the explosion had just occurred. One of the plane's wings had fallen from the rest of it and my gaze landed on a deathly still body, half under the wing, the other half unbelievably charred from the fire. "Logan..."

I was off in a shot, scrambling through the shifting sands of the beach as tears streamed down my face, "You can't go over there," an unfamiliar voice shouted as I passed said person, "Miss, it's not safe."

I ignored him and kept running before I dropped to my knees beside my younger brother, my fingers going straight to his jugular to find a pulse. "Come on Lo..." I whimpered as I struggled to find one.

"Miss you need to move back, there may be another..." the stranger said again as the dark haired boy who found me reached us.

"It's her brother," he told the older man whose face filled with pity as he knelt next to Logan, searching for a pulse.

"I'm sorry," he muttered after a few minutes, as he looked up at me, more tears streamed down my face and I let out a slight sob.

"He can't be," I let out quietly, "He's only fourteen... he-he can't..."

The dark haired man wrapped his arms around me in comfort before he helped me to my feet and held me close. I ducked my face into his collar and held onto him tight as I tried to calm myself down.

A little while later, things had settled down slightly and I sat near the water's edge staring out at the sea in front of me as the dark haired guy, sat next to me scowling at his phone. "Where in the middle of nowhere," I commented quietly, the first time I'd talked in hours. "You really thought you'd have signal?"

"More hoped than thought," he replied as he turned to look at me with a sad smile, "You okay?"

"I guess," I replied with a slight shrug, "I mean..." I let out a sigh before shaking my head, "Thank you, by the way."

"For what?" he arched an eyebrow at me.

"Well to list them off," I smirked slightly, "You found me, you helped me find my brother, you comforted me, you patched up my head and you didn't just leave me on my own..." I looked away before looking up at him again, "I don't know what I'd have done if you weren't here for me."

He smiled sweetly as he shifted closer and draped his arm around my shoulders, "You're welcome," he told me before pulling me closer to him, letting me rest my head on his shoulder. "And now that you're talking again, can I get a name?"

I let out a small chuckle before pulling away from him slightly so I could look up at him again, "Sarah," I replied.

"Nice to meet you Sarah," he smirked, "I'm Boone."

"Boone," I repeated quietly to commit it to my memory, "I'd have guessed something like Damon, but I like it." He nodded in thanks before letting me settle against him again as he once again looked at his phone, I rolled my eyes at his attempts.

As the sun dipped lower on the horizon the air around us started to get colder making me shiver slightly and move even closer to Boone for warmth. "Hey, you two," a voice called from behind us, making me turn completely as Boone looked over the top of my head, "C'mon over and get warm." It was the guy who'd checked my brother for signs of life.

Boone glanced sideways to me before arching a questioning eyebrow making me nod in agreement before getting up, waiting for him to get to his feet. Once again he wrapped his arm around my shoulder and led me towards the others that were gathered around the fire, settling on a piece of scrap metal next to a pregnant blond girl.

I bit at my lip and smiled awkwardly at her, she smiled back kindly, "Hey, I'll be right back," Boone muttered before getting up and walking towards a blond girl I'd seen him talking to earlier.

"I heard about your brother," the pregnant girl said quietly as she moved to sit closer to me, I glanced up at her. "I'm sorry."

"Thanks," I muttered quietly, "I'm Sarah."

"Claire," she replied, shaking my hand before replacing it to her bump again.

"Uhm," I started, "How far along are you?"

"Eight months," she replied quietly as she rubbed at her tummy. The metal we were sat on suddenly creaked making my head snap up and my gaze land on a large man with curly hair. He took a seat on the other side of Claire before he handed each of us a foil-wrapped container.

"Hungry?" he asked us.

"Yeah," Claire replied as I nodded.

"Thank you...," I smiled at him as a silent way of asking for a name.

"Hurley," he replied holding a hand out.

"Sarah," I offered as I shook it.

He turned to Claire and smiled, "Any more, uh, you know, baby stuff?" he asked her curiously.

"No," she smiled, "I'm... I'm okay." He nodded as he took two packets with utensils out of his pocket, handing one to each of us.

"Well... hang in there," he smiled at her.

"You too," she chuckled light heartedly as he got up and started to head off before he turned and jogged back, handing Claire another tray of food.

"Eat for two, right?" he smiled before heading off, letting Claire and I swap smiled at his gesture.

As we sat chatting idly, learning more about each other and becoming friends, a loud, metal-creaking, rumbling/ growling sounded from the mountains in the centre of the island. Out of curiosity I pushed myself to my feet and walked a little closer to the trees, my eyes locking on the dark mountains.

Others moved closer, stopping near me as we watched and out of the corner of my eye I noticed something moving in the trees, "Did you see that?" Claire asked quickly as my head snapped sideways to watch it.

"Yeah," I nodded as footsteps hurried towards me from behind, a hand landing gently on my shoulder as the blond girl called after Boone. I glanced up and smiled tentatively at him.

The noise was still sounding, from the darkness, howling that echoed into the night, growling and movement of trees falling followed. I took another step forward, tilting my head as if to make it clear as Boone's hand tightened on my shoulder, him following me slowly. The noises were so loud and unfamiliar... trees were falling in the distance as if something was knocking or pulling them down... a loud stomping that sounded like footsteps sounded as more trees fell.

"Terrific," a blond man muttered dryly and I turned to him, biting my lip.

"And I thought things couldn't get any worse," I sighed.

Logan shifted slightly in his sleep as he rested his head on my shoulder making me smile maternally down at him, stroking the hair of his fringe from his face. It had taken months to get here, countless court dates, contracts, appeals. But finally both the American and Australian governments had agreed to let the nineteen year old girl take custody of her fourteen year old brother.

Turning my head, I arched an eyebrow at the man rushing past quickly to the bathrooms... as I watched three flight attendances follow him the plane must have hit at air pocket because the whole plane shook with turbulence. "Sarah?" Logan woke up quickly, his eyes widening with panic.

"It's okay Lo," I told him, wrapping my arm around him, "It's normal." More turbulence made me reach across and fasten his seatbelt quickly before attempting to do my own. Only before I could the plane hit rough turbulence and I flew from my seat, smacking hard into the ceiling.

With a groan, I pushed myself up from where I'd landed on the floor and gripped the back of one of the seats as Logan turned his head to look at me. "Just stay there, I'm okay," I called to him as alarms suddenly started blaring and the oxygen masks fell from the overhead compartments.

After pulling myself up to him I pulled the mask further down and handed it to him, "Fasten it around your mouth and nose," I told him firmly before stumbling back due to even more turbulence... turning my head I locked worried gazes with a blond man a little way down the plane.

My eyes flickered open as I woke from my dream/flashback, sighing and pushing myself up from the sand. I could see most of the others gathered a little way away talking about the noise from the night before. Jack, the doctor who'd checked Logan's pulse after we'd found him, was sat alone by the water until a brunette woman headed over to him, I just looked away and frowned at the sand.

"Hey," Boone's voice sounded from above making me glance up at him and smile weakly, "You okay?"

"Yeah," I nodded as I accepted his hand, letting him pull me to my feet, "Well, as good as I can be in the current situation." He smiled in understanding as he kept hold of my hand.

"About that..." he started but the blond girl he was always talking to walked over to us, interrupting.

"Boone," she greeted with a wide smile before she frowned at me, "Can you help me with something?"

"Uh," he glanced at me and I nodded to say I was okay before he smiled sweetly at me and nodded to her, "Sure," he turned back to me, "I'll come find you when I'm done okay?"

"Yeah," I nodded with a smile before watching the two of them leave, they looked as if they were arguing about something.

"Hey," I turned quickly to see Jack with the brunette woman and a blond guy with bandages around his knuckles all stood behind me.

"Hi?" I arched an eyebrow.

"How good are you at hiking and tracking?" Jack questioned making me shrug.

"Pretty good, why'd you ask?" I asked curiously.

"We're heading out to find the cockpit," the blond guy replied making me glance at him, he was fairly familiar.

"You should come with," the girl suggested making me arch an eyebrow but nod in agreement before following them as they headed into the trees.

"So," I started as I walked alongside Jack, Charlie (the blond guy) and Kate (the brunette girl) walking behind us as they chatted. "Why'd you ask me to come?"

"Honestly?" he asked, glancing down at me making me nod, "You're obviously upset over your brother, and I figured if you were up and doing something maybe it would take your mind off of what happened."

I nodded in understanding, "Thanks," I smiled up at him.

"Plus the fact that I saw you tattoo," he added with a small grin making me smile wider and shake my head. "How long have you been in the corps?"

"I started basic training when I was sixteen," I replied, "Joined up properly on my seventeenth and then I resigned from active duty when I adopted my brother a month ago." I looked up at him.

"How old are you?" he asked curiously.

"Nineteen," I replied, "Well..." I counted in my head, "Twenty as of today actually."

"Happy Birthday," he smiled charmingly making me smile back.

"Thanks," I replied before glancing over my shoulder to see that Charlie and Kate had stopped walking. "Jack?"

He turned to see them too before we backtracked, "Hey," Jack interrupted them.

"You ever heard of Driveshaft?" Kate asked us as we paused next to them making me arch an eyebrow as Charlie started to sing some lyrics. I shook my head and he stopped, shocked as Kate smiled.

"We need to keep moving," Jack commented before he started off again, nodding for me I chuckled slightly before jogging to catch up to him. "Who the hell is Driveshaft?"

"No idea," I replied honestly, "I'm more of an AC/DC fan." I glanced up at him, "You?" He shrugged in response making me roll my eyes.

It was ridiculously sudden when the sky darkened and rain suddenly started pouring down on us making me yelp in shock of the cold water and pause, looking up at the sky. "Hey guys," Charlie and Kate had caught up, "is this normal? Kind of, day turning into night, you know, end of the world type weather? Is this... guys?" Jack and Kate had carried on walking and I shrugged at him before we jogged to catch up, slipping slightly on the wet grass.

It was a while later when we walked into an area where the trees had thinned out a bit we slowed down to look around, but still continued forward. My jaw dropped slightly at the sight of the cockpit of the plane. Kate and Charlie had stopped walking, almost as if they were inwardly preparing themselves for what they were about to see. Glancing at Jack then them I shrugged and headed forwards alone... nothing could be worse than seeing Logan the way he was.

I entered the opening of the plane slowly and cautiously, my jaw clenching at the sight before me, inside was a mess, devoid of life. The passengers were dead... still strapped into the seats.

"We should get the transceiver," Jack suggested as he pointed up towards the cockpit as the plane was on an angle. I nodded before pulling myself up on to one of the seats and climbing steadily as I tried to ignore the dead bodies surrounding me.

Once I'd pulled myself up to the front seats, I tried the cockpit door and groaned as it didn't budge. "No go," I commented as I looked down at Jack, shifting slightly as he climbed up next to me. He took a fire extinguisher from nearby and started to pound on the door, the hits getting harder as his frustration grew. Suddenly though, the door popped open and a body, bloodied and obviously dead fell from it, dropping heavily down to the bottom of the plane.

A little warning for Charlie, Jack had yelled in surprise as I yelped, and Kate had screamed, so Charlie had had just enough time to dodge the falling body, letting it pass him. "You okay?" Jack asked worriedly making me nod, he turned as asked Kate the same as she finally joined us on the front seats.

"Yeah, you?" she questioned.

"Yeah," he nodded before glancing at the opening to the cockpit. "So...?"

I nodded and moved forward, Jack bracing himself as he lent me a knee so I could hop up, for a good grip. Once I had that I hauled myself up through the door and braced myself, holding a hand down for him, he grabbed it and with a little help from me, pulled himself through.

Glancing around myself I looked for the transceiver as he pulled Kate up to join us... one of the pilots was still strapped into his seat, rainwater pouring onto him from the broken window. With a small frown I moved towards him, leaning over his body to search for the transceiver. He let out a gasp making me yelp and scramble back in shock as he let out a cough.

"Jack," I hissed making the man move to me, before going to the injured, but alive, pilot.

"Hey! Can you hear me?" he asked him before turning to us, "I need water." Glancing around I shrugged but Kate made a grab for bottled water near her before handing it to Jack. He uncapped it and helped the pilot drink.

"Here you go," he muttered to the man making the man gulp before coughing slightly.

"How many survived?" he asked gruffly.

"At least forty-eight," I replied as I gave him a once over, he didn't look good.

"Does anything feel broken?" Jack asked him.

"No, no," was the reply, "Just my head – it's a little dizzy that's all." Jack moved to examine his injury.

"It's probably a concussion," he told the man.

"How long has it been?" he asked us all.

"Sixteen hours," Jack replied.

"Sixteen? Has – has anybody come?" the pilot asked us.

"Not yet," I replied sadly.

"Six hours in, our radio went out," the pilot gasped out, "No one could see us. We turned back to land in Fiji. By the time we hit turbulence, we were a thousand miles off course. They're looking for us in the wrong place."

My jaw clenched and I bit back a groan as I turned away from them all, my hands flying to my hair, "We have a transceiver," the pilot commented.

"Good, good, that's what we were hoping for," Jack replied there was movement, "Listen, you shouldn't try to move."

"No, no, I'm okay," the pilot replied as I turned to them, he pointed behind himself and I moved forwards. "The transceiver's right there. It's right there."

I found it, and picked it up, handing it to the pilot who turned it on. There was only static. "Where's Charlie?" Jack asked suddenly making me turn and frown before I slipped out of the cockpit to find him.

I avoided looking at the dead bodies... the sight being a lot worse when they were staring back at you. "Charlie?" I called loudly making the bathroom door open suddenly making me jump slightly. "What are you doing in the bathroom?"

"What?" he asked in over exaggerated innocence, I just rolled my eyes and nodded for him to follow me. However, a loud roar and a howl echoed through the jungle making my head snap around. The plane creaked and I stumbled slightly as it tilted.

"Sarah?" Jack glanced through the hatch making me look up, and accept the hand he was holding out. With his help I was up in the cockpit again before I moved to help Charlie up.

He was halfway through when Kate suddenly gasped making me freeze, "It's right outside," she hissed making me tense before pulling Charlie up quickly.

"What? What's right outside?" the pilot asked in shock.

"Shh," I hissed at him before pulling Charlie back so he was next to Kate by the cockpit main door.

The growling was getting very close and branches were crunching loudly... something big and heavy lingered near us as a shadow passed through the window. I reached for Jack as he moved closer, clenching my jaw in irritation of having to stay silent. I took a step forward but the pilot had gotten out of his seat and moved to look.

I glanced behind me where the other two were before I moved forwards again, accepting the transceiver as the Pilot held it towards me. He moved to the window and climbed out, looking for whatever was outside. The whole plane trembled as something grabbed the pilot making him scream and try to kick free...

A scream sounded from Kate as I darted forward, grabbing for the Pilot's leg... only, before I could reach him whatever it was pulled him completely out of the cockpit and the plane tilted once more. A whimper slipped from my lips as blood hit the window with a resounding 'splat'.

"What the hell just happened?" Charlie asked quietly but no one answered, Kate had turned to Jack but he was gasping for breath from fright. Me, I was too busy staring wide eyed at the broken window that the pilot had been pulled from.

Around us, the plane started moving once more as something crashed into it, the growling outside starting up again. Keeping a solid grip on the transceiver, I stumbled backwards as the plane shifted heavily, crashing to the ground from its tenuous position. "Come on!" Jack yelled as they all scrambled out of the plane making me scramble to my feet and follow quickly.

The rain outside hadn't let up and I slipped a few times as I followed the other three to the protection of the trees. I didn't even chance glancing back to see what it was, because, whatever it was, it was growling. In front of me, with a head start, Charlie stumbled and fell, something wrapped around his ankle making me slide to a stop as he called for help. It didn't take long to free him, and when I had we both got up and started running again.

A few minutes later we came up on Kate, looking around nervously making me hold a hand out to keep Charlie back. "Kate," I started making her turn around and grab for me, she took me down with a swipe making me grab her arm and fling her to the ground too. We grappled for a few seconds before pinned her down. "Calm down, it's us!"

"Where's Jack?" she asked panicky.

"He was with you," I commented worriedly, "I stopped to help Charlie." I hopped to my feet and pulled her up with me.

"Did you see it?" she asked quietly.

"No," Charlie replied, "But it was right there, we were dead. I was... and then Sarah pulled me up. Jack was with you."

"We need to go back for him," I muttered as I looked over my shoulder to where we'd been.

"Go back? There?" Charlie protested, "Sarah, there's a certain gargantuan quality about this thing."

"Then stay here," I replied firmly before I turned and jogged back the way I'd come, I heard footsteps following me.

"Where do we look?" Kate asked.

"I don't know," I muttered and, as suddenly as it had started earlier, the rain stopped.

"Girls, wait!" Charlie shouted before running to catch up.

"We heard you shout," Charlie commented to Kate as we searched, "Heard you shout 'Jack'... I'm Charlie by the way, and she's Sarah."

I ignored his comments as my eyes gaze caught on something in the mud making me kneel down near it, "What is it?" Kate asked curiously making me pull it out of the mud. It was the small aviator's wings that had been on the pilot's shirt. Frowning slightly I handed it to Kate who sighed, but my gaze locked on a reflection in the puddle next to me before my head snapped around.

"Oh my god," I muttered quietly making the other two look up too.

"What is...?" Charlie started.

"It's the pilot," Jack's voice sounded from behind us making me sigh in relief before turning quickly.

"Jack," I smiled widely, "Thought you were a goner."

"Did you see it?" Kate asked curiously.

"No, it was right behind me, I dove into the bushes," he replied making me nod.

"Guys, how does something like that happen?" Charlie asked curiously making us turn to see he was still looking at the pilot.

"I really don't know," I muttered, "And I'd rather not find out."

"Let's go," Jack nodded and we all pulled out gazes from the pilot, all feeling guilty for leaving him like that, but he was too high up to get him.