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Chapter One: The Crash

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It had all started out normal; a regular plane ride back home to L.A. Of course, as usual, Shannon was alternating between giving him the silent treatment and insulting him. It was driving Boone crazy. If she wanted to pretend that nothing had happened between them when she came, snivelling and drunk, to his hotel room, then fine; they would pretend. But he would really appreciate it if she would just shut up.

"Will you stop?" he finally snapped at her, his blue eyes narrowed in irritation. Shannon glared at him, "Stop what? Being honest? You're an ass, Boone, and..."

Boone rolled his eyes, standing up and walking away from her. "Hey!" she snapped in irritation, "Where the hell do you think you're going?"

"The only place I can get away from you," he said dully. "Oh, really? Where's that?" Shannon asked, standing up, ready to follow him. Boone gave her a smug smile, "The bathroom."

Shannon glared and sat back down, and Boone exited their section of the plane and started for the bathroom. He had just pulled aside the curtain in the middle section when he bumped into someone. "Oh, my God," she gushed, blushing, "I am so sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going."

Boone looked down at her; she was pretty, with curly brown hair and big brown eyes. He had seen her before, too… "You're in my section of the plane, right?" he asked, and she nodded, "Yeah, I think so."

He flashed his dazzling smile, extending his hand, "Boone Carlyle."

She smiled and shook his hand, "Evee Smith."

He grinned, "Evee; sounds exotic."

She giggled, "Thanks; I think."

He then noticed the bracelet dangling on her wrist; a thin gold chain with what looked to be a diamond ever few millimeters over. "That's pretty," he observed, and she smiled, releasing his hand. "Thank you; my dad bought it for me a few years ago."

Boone smiled, "Well, it was nice meeting you."

She smiled, "Yeah… you too."

He then walked around her, continuing toward the bathroom. Evee smiled after him before turning and starting back for her seat. She entered the section, noticing a blonde girl grumbling something about "an obsessed, inconsiderate ass hole" to herself as she flipped through a fashion magazine. Evee raised an eyebrow, walking ahead a few more rows and taking her seat again. She pulled out her cellphone, and frowned when she felt the plane jolt a bit. It seemed odd for there to be turbulence this early in the flight. She thought nothing of it and turned on her phone. A few moments later, there was another jolt, a bit stronger, and she heard the curtain between sections open.

"What's going on?"

She turned her head to see that Boone had returned, and was taking his seat beside the blonde woman. Evee bit her lip, pitying the poor guy; he seemed nice, and the woman just… didn't.

She gasped in shock, dropping her phone when the plane started to shake violently. The fasten seat belt light began to flash, and she did so with shaking hands. As the plane continued to shake, oxygen masks flew down in front of everyone. People were screaming, and some were crying. There was a horrible jolt and some people flew out of their seats. Before Evee knew what was happening, a suitcase fell from its compartment above her and smashed into her head. The next thing she knew, everything went dark.

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Boone woke slowly, his vision clouded by smoke. He frowned and looked around, wincing when he did so; he felt like he had a bad case of whiplash. As he looked around, everything slowly began to come back; he had been returning from his "bathroom break" when the plane had started to shake. He had assumed it was nothing. Turbulence; it was totally normal and nothing to worry about. But, when the plane began to violently shake with no end, and oxygen masks flew down, he figured out that it certainly wasn't normal. He had fastened his mask onto himself, helping Shannon with hers and doing their seatbelts. He was terrified that this may trigger an asthma attack on Shannon's behalf, and there was no way she could use her inhaler at a time like this. Somewhere during the shaking, Boone had lost consciousness for reasons he wasn't certain of. Now that he was awake, he realized what had happened; they had crashed. They had to be on land somewhere, which confused him since they had been flying over the open ocean. He looked around, pulled off his oxygen mask and turned his head. "Shannon…?"

His clear blue eyes widened in horror when he noticed that his step sister wasn't beside him. "Shannon!" he yelled, looking around through the hazy smoke. He couldn't tell if she was amongst the people or not. He unfastened his seat belt and stood up, stumbling, and started up the aisle. "Shannon?" he coughed as the smoke grew thicker toward the nose of the plane. "Shannon…!"

He gasped and recoiled when he stepped on what looked to be a dismembered hand. He steadied himself, squeezing his eyes shut so he wouldn't vomit. "Shannon!" he yelled again, and quickly turned his head to the side when he heard a whimper in the seat beside him. It wasn't his sister, but she looked familiar. Hell, even if he had no idea who she was he couldn't just leave her in the plane if she was alive. "Hey," he gave a wrenching cough before he crouched down beside the girl, whose face was battered and covered in blood, one eye swollen shut beneath a large lump. Something had evidently hit her in the head during the crash. "Are you okay? Can you speak?"

She whimpered again, and was clearly unable to answer him. Boone bit his lip and proceeded to unfasten her seat belt, gently scooping her up. He supported her head with his hand, as it seemed to be lolling a bit too much for comfort. As he positioned her more comfortably in his arms, he noticed something hanging on her wrist.

It was a gold bracelet, with diamonds. His eyes widened; Evee. It was the girl he had met before the plane started to go down. "Evee?" he asked, and she weakly nodded, her eyes blinking rapidly as she began to lose consciousness again. "Hey," he said, trying to keep her awake, "Evee. Hey, listen to me; look at me."

She weakly focused her eyes on his face and he gave her a small smile, "You're going to be alright, okay? I'm gonna get you out of here."

She gave him a tiny smile, which faded when she started to cough. Boone began to push his way through the aisle, and cut into the next compartment. He did his best not to look at the dead bodies of the people who had been in the middle section, and squinted against the light coming from the end of the section; there was no tail section any more. Apparently the plane had broken in half when they went down. He ran to the end of the aisle and jumped down, feeling his feet come in contact with sand. So, they were on an island. The only question was; what island were they on? Boone could see several other survivors, some screaming and sobbing, others barely alive at all. He tried to find his sister, but the attempt was feeble. He gave up after a few moments and got as far from the plane as he could before getting on his knees, supporting Evee while he removed his tattered brown leather jacket, placing it on the sand before he lied her down. Her eyes were closed again and he bit his lip, wiping some blood on her face away with his thumb. "Evee," he whispered, and she opened her eyes again. She whimpered, "My leg… it hurts…"

He glanced down and bit his lip; he wasn't a doctor. He had no idea how to determine what was wrong with her. He looked around, and noticed a man with short hair in a tattered suit, examining a pregnant woman with blonde, curly hair. "Hey!" he yelled, "Guy in the suit! Hey!"

The man looked up and met his eyes in confusion. Boone beckoned him over, and the man said something to the woman before jogging over to them. "What's the matter?" he asked, crouching beside them. "I dunno," Boone shook his head. "She said that her leg hurts. Her neck is in pretty rough shape, too…"

"Are you related?" the man asked and Boone shook his head, "I met her on the plane. Her name is Evee Smith."

The man nodded and pulled up Evee's pant leg, feeling along her leg. "It looks like it's broken. I can't tell exactly how bad it is, but it needs to be wrapped," he checked her neck, "I think she may have pulled a few muscles in her neck, too, but she'll be fine."

Boone nodded and looked at him. "Hey; have you seen a girl with blonde hair? She was wearing a pink and white shirt, probably screaming…"

The man shook his head, "No, sorry," he held his hand out, "Jack Shepherd."

Boone accepted his hand, "Boone Carlyle."

Jack glanced over Evee one last time before standing up, "Make sure that she doesn't move to much; her leg and neck especially."

Boone nodded, biting his lip. He knew he should be looking for Shannon, but he couldn't just leave the girl before him alone, either. He hadn't seen her sitting with anyone on the plane…

"BOONE! BOONE!"

Boone looked up and saw Shannon stalking toward him, screaming and sobbing. "Where the hell have you been?" she screamed at him and Boone glared, "Oh, I don't know; trying not to die!"

Shannon glared. "Why are you over here with some random girl? You should have been looking for me! I could have been dead…!"

"If only…" Boone muttered, and Shannon slapped him in the face. Boone looked up and glared at her, "What the hell, Shannon?"

"You are an ass! If you wish I was dead so badly, then maybe I'll just go drown myself in the ocean!"

Boone rolled his eyes. "Have fun with that."

Shannon stood up and stalked away, and Boone glared after her.

"Is she… your girlfriend…?"

Boone looked down at Evee, who seemed to be coming around. He shook his head, frowning. "No; she's my step sister. My devil's spawn step sister."

Evee gave a tiny laugh. "Oh…"

She moved to sit up and winced, and Boone eased her back down, "Easy… the doctor said you shouldn't move too much; you pulled some muscles in your neck, and your leg is broken."

She bit her lip, shutting her eyes and taking a deep breath to ease the pain in her leg. "That would explain the pain."

Boone gave a small laugh, "Yeah, it might."

Evee opened her eyes, looking confused. "You said the doctor; who's the doctor? Where are we?"

Boone shrugged, looking around again; all he saw, minus the people, were trees, sand, and water. "The doctor is some guy on our plane named Jack Shepherd; as for where we are, I have no idea."

Evee bit her lip. "We crashed, didn't we?"

Boone nodded. "The entire tail end is gone. The plane must have broken in half when it went down…"

Evee looked upset. "I was going back to LA… my mom is sick. She wanted me to come be with her before she…"

Boone's eyes widened. "Oh, my God; I'm sorry…"

Evee shook her head, wincing when she did. "Don't apologize; you didn't know."

Boone gave her a small smile, "Don't worry, alright? They're going to realize that our plane went down, hone in on our location, and have rescue boats here to save us before dawn tomorrow."

Evee smiled, "I hope you're right."

Boone was smiling at her, and both of them gasped in shock when there was a loud explosion over by the plane; it appeared that the fans had still been running, and someone had been sucked inside. Evee was gaping in shock, and so was Boone. "Oh, my God…"

"Did you…?" she whispered.

"Just see a man get sucked into the plane's fan and explode?"

Evee nodded slowly.

"Yeah," Boone nodded.

"Remind me not to go near those?"

Boone gave a shaky laugh, "Only if you promise to remind me, too."

She mirrored his shaky laughter before they lapsed into a nervous, uncomfortable silence. Although the silence wasn't uncalled for; they had just witnessed someone… explode. Shifting to a more comfortable position in the sand, Boone turned to stare out at the ocean. He might as well get situated; it seemed like it was going to be a long night.