Disclaimer: Wow, it's been a while since I did these. I don't own Lost, or anything about it for that matter, and if I did, I would be an amazing multi-millionaire, and writing that Jack and Juliet do NOT have a thing, that Libby never died, and Walt and Micheal never came to the island.

A/n: The following are a collection of one-shots, each based off a different prompt. They will be starring various characters and ships, taking place during various points throughout the series, they'll be various genres (though I can promise now, no horror), they'll be of various lengths, of various POVs and all rated T or less (likely all K+). Each chapter is a self-contained one-shot. The name of the chapter is the prompt used to write it. Enjoy!

Life

(Locke. Day of the crash.)

Blackness. Darkness. Silence. Nothing.

Slowly, feeling returned. I could feel wind blowing past. There was a loud roaring that got louder as I lay there. Lots of screaming and yelling and crying. I could smell smoke very strongly and some less pleasant smells I didn't care to identify. I could feel pain in different parts of my body, particularly my head. It was pounding from injury and the extreme noise all around me. I flexed my fingers and what felt like sand collected between them. My eyes stayed shut but I could feel the heat from the sun beating down on me.

All in less than a second.

What had happened?

Slowly at first then all at once, it came back to me. Getting on the plane… getting comfortable… reading a magazine… turbulence… doing up my seatbelt in a panic… snatching an oxygen mask and strapping it on… smashing and ripping noises… roaring and rushing wind…

It crashed. The plane crashed.

For a second I thought I must be dead. But that didn't make sense. I couldn't be hearing what I was hearing, and feeling what I was feeling if I was actually dead.

Then maybe, I thought, I'm about to be dead.

Finally, I forced my eyes open and blinked several times against the brilliant sun's harsh rays of light. I realized that I was laying flat on my back on sand as people ran and screamed in fear and panic and worry everywhere I tried to look. No one spared me a second glance to see if I was alive or dead or needed help or anything. I knew I couldn't move and I felt a large wave of sadness and helplessness that had nothing to do with the crashed plane.

I turned my head a bit in each direction – as best as I could – to see if I could spot my wheelchair nearby, or at least something that I could use to pull myself up and away from the burning wreckage with. Even if something were close enough for me to reach, I wasn't sure if I would actually be able to help myself and get up and away on my own.

And that's when it happened.

It was by far the most incredible thing that has ever happened in my entire life, and I'm going to go ahead and say that it's likely the most amazing thing that ever will happen to me.

Startled, I lifted my head a little so I could down the length of my body at my toes. My one shoe was gone – who knows where. And I could feel that it was gone. I could feel air rushing past my sock. I could feel the sand beneath my heel. My heart nearly stopped beating in my chest.

To fully understand why I was so shocked by this, one would have to be aware of my history. Several years ago I was involved in a terrible situation that resulted in me being paralyzed from the waist down. I haven't felt air or socks or sand or floor or anything, for that matter, with those two feet since then. It was pretty much the end of my life, as far as I was concerned.

So there I was, actually feeling the sand. With my legs. And feet. Somehow I hadn't noticed it before, but by then my senses had definitely kicked in and I was frozen with pure shock. With no emotion, I willed my toes to wiggle, scared it wasn't real, that I was imagining it, holding my breath in case they didn't move...

But they did.

I couldn't believe it. I literally could not fathom what was taking place. Everything around me had disappeared as I stared down at my toes and wiggled them a few more times experimentally. Mere hours ago I had been unable to even get on the plane by myself, and here I was wiggling my toes. Feeling in my toes, my feet, my legs, was back. It was like I was somehow alive again. I had life flowing in those legs again.

My eyes brimmed with tears and my face cracked into a massive grin.

This plane crash is the best thing that has ever happened to me.

A/n: Thanks for reading! Reviews are like oxygen. :)

(Chapters 1-22 edited, Aug 09)