Okay, so here's the deal. This is my first Lost fanfiction, and I've really always wanted to rewrite it with the addition of a character, so I'm doing this really for my own satisfaction rather than for readers. I wasn't even going to post it online, but I decided, what's the harm? So, it's going to follow the exact format of the show, but it will be told through the eyes of a character I've created, who I loosely based on myself. I've already written the first five chapters, so they'll all probably be up very soon. I got the idea when I had a dream that I was on the island with all of the characters, so, enjoy!
Pilot Part 1
I opened my eyes after hearing the blood curdling screams. A lot of people would've thought they were dreaming, but to me, nothing had ever felt more real. I sprung to my feet as fast as I could, and briefly took in my surroundings. People were screaming, running around, some were dead, some were injured. As I noticed this, I felt a sharp pain in my back, but I decided to shrug it off. I saw someone sprinting to the scene from the jungle and soon noticed it was a man in a suit coming towards us. The first thing he did was try to help some guy who had been hurt. I looked around, trying to see if anyone else needed assistance. I noticed a pretty pregnant girl and something in me felt the need to go over to her.
"Are you okay?" I asked as she winced.
"Yeah, I'm - " Just then, she grabbed her protruding belly and cried out in pain, "Ahhh! It - It hurts."
"You're going to be okay," I assured her, squeezing her hand.
"Are you a doctor?" she asked in her thick Australian accent.
"No," I said apologetically.
"I am," came a voice from behind me. I spun around to find the man that I had noticed in the suit. He was enormously tall and extremely handsome. I stepped out of the way to let him check her out.
"How lucky for you," I told her.
"Somehow I'm not feeling so lucky," she said, looking around at the situation we had landed ourselves in, "I'm having contractions."
"That's not ideal... How many months pregnant are you?"
"Almost eight months," she answered.
He looked over at something, and I followed his eyes. It was an elderly woman who was unconscious. I nodded at him reassuringly and rushed over to see what was happening. The woman was being looked after by a devestatingly attractive guy who seemed to be in his early twenties.
"Is she breathing?" I asked worriedly.
"No," he responded, without tearing his eyes off the elderly lady. I looked over at the man and the pregnant girl, who were now joined by a ridiculously obese man with a baby face. The big guy carried the pregnant girl away, and the doctor started coming towards us.
"Stop. Her head's not tilted back far enough, you're blowing air into her stomach," he said, taking over for the guy.
"Are you sure?" he asked uncertainly, "I'm a lifeguard. I'm licensed!"
"You seriously need to think about giving back that licence," he said as he continued to breath into her mouth and pump on her chest. Despite the circumstances, I couldn't help smirking to myself for a moment or so.
"That's exactly what I was doing!" he said. He then decided to turn to me, "Are you all right?"
"Why wouldn't I be?" I asked sarcastically.
"Because the entire back of your shirt if covered in blood, and you're sort of leaking," he answered.
The doctor's head turned toward me and he bit his lower lip, "He's right. You're bleeding pretty badly."
"I may not be any good at CPR, but I can definitely get you cleaned up," he said.
"You should go," the doctor advised, "Before you get an infection."
"Getting an infection is the least of my problems," I responded.
"There's nothing you can do here," he told me, "Just go, okay?"
I nodded slowly and began to walk away. I stopped and turned around, "What's your name?" I called.
"Jack!" he yelled after me.
The two of us walked over to the water and he turned me around, "Um - You're gonna have to lift up your shirt."
"I usually at least get taken to dinner first, but I guess I'll make an exception considering the circumstances," I said as I pulled my shirt off over my head. I noticed a guy with light hair and blue eyes stop walking. He looked at me and grinned, showing off his dimples, which would've been adorable, if he hadn't been checking me out in the middle of a goddamn plane crash. I rolled my eyes and ignored it.
"So, what's your name?" he asked as he started cleaning the cuts.
"Ashley," I answered, "What's yours?"
"Boone," he replied, "Were you with anyone on the plane?"
"Yeah, my cousin," I said, remembering. I shot up and looked around, "Oh my God, where's Sophia?"
He finished cleaning me up, and I thanked him and ran off. I saw him go back to Jack and his patient. "Sophia?" I called, looking around wildly, "Sophia!" All around me, I saw people reuniting with loved ones. An asian couple had just found one another, a man had just located his son, and here I was, alone.
"Who are you looking for?" a woman's voice asked. I turned around to be greeted by a pale girl with freckles, light green eyes, and curly brown hair. I immediately recognized her from the plane.
"My cousin," I answered weakly, still searching the area.
"Okay, what does she look like?" she asked.
"She's about your height," I replied, "She's got light brown hair and hazel eyes. She was wearing a yellow tank top and ripped jean shorts."
"We'll find her," the girl told me, "What's your name, anyway?"
"Ashley," I said absently.
"It's nice to meet you," she said, half-smiling, "I'm Kate."
"It's nice to meet you, too," I said, looking her in the eye, "Though, it'd be a lot nicer if we were soaring above this place right now instead of stranded on it."
My eyes widened as I saw the wing begin to collapse. "Move!" I screamed at the guy who had watched me take my shirt off, "Get out of the way!" I started running towards him. I pushed him out of the way and we both tumbled into the sand.
"Well, that's my second near death experience of the day," he said, looking over at the fallen wing.
"You're welcome," I snapped as he stood up. He held out his hand to me, but I didn't take it, "I'm sure there's another bleeding girl you can check out now."
"You saw that, huh?" he asked, smirking.
"How could I not?" I asked, turning around to walk away.
"Catch ya later, wonder woman," he called after me.
"That was pretty impressive," I heard a voice say as I was walking back to where I had been.
I looked up to see Kate smiling at me, "Well, it would've sucked to survive the crash only to get crushed to death by that thing."
She cracked a smile at that, "That's true. Did - Did I see you on the plane or something?"
I bit my bottom lip uncomfortably, "Uh - yeah, I... I saw you," then I looked up to meet her eyes, "Don't worry. I'm not going to tell anyone. And not out of fear, either," I added, trying to lighten the mood with a joke, "It isn't anyone's business but yours. Your secret's safe with me, Kate."
She exhaled, and looked relieved, "Thank you."
"No problem," I said casually, "You don't have to worry about me judging you, either. What you did and who you are are two entirely different things. You get a fresh start here."
"Sounds like the words of someone whose done a thing or two of her own," Kate commented.
"I guess you could say that," I said thoughtfully, "I'm gonna go see if anyone needs any help. I'll see you around."
"Yeah. See ya."
I sat down in the sand and stared into space for a moment or two. The fat guy I had seen earlier came over with food, "Hungry?"
"Starving," I answered, just realizing it myself, "I'm Ashley, by the way."
"Hurley," he said, handing me some food he must've found on the plane.
"It's nice to meet you," I said, smiling at him.
"Yeah, you too," he said, smiling boyishly as he continued handing out food.
"How's that back doing?" a voice from behind me asked. Someone sat down next to me and I carefully turned.
"It's fine, thanks," I replied.
"I heard you were looking for someone," Jack said.
"I lost my cousin," I explained, "I had fallen asleep on the plane and when the turbulence hit, I woke up, and she was gone."
"Maybe she was in the tail section at the time," he suggested.
"It doesn't really matter," I whispered, "Either way, she's gone, isn't she?" I could tell he wasn't sure what to say next, so I decided to lighten things a bit, "If the tail section is out there somewhere, they're pretty misforunate that the front half got the doctor."
He smiled, "Maybe they have one, too."
"Maybe," I said dazedly, "What were you doing in Australia?"
"I was trying to escape for a little while," I answered softly, telling myself that I was partly telling the truth to ease the guilt over lying to a perfectly nice guy.
"Escape what?" he wondered.
"My life," I answered simply.
"That bad?" he questioned.
I grinned, "Worse."
"You never told me your name," he reminded me.
"It's Ashley," I told him, "How old are you?"
"Thirty-four," Jack replied, "What about you?"
"I've been drinking for a year," I told him, "Well... Legally, anyway."
He chuckled and I offered him some of my food, when a loud noise sounded from the jungle. Everybody instantly jumped to their feet as the sound continued. I looked around at my fellow castaways and could tell they were all frightened. Once I reached the group that was closest to the source of the noise, I heard someone say, "It wasn't natural, whatever it was."
"That sound it made - I kept thinking there was something familiar about it," the elderly black woman who Jack had saved commented.
"Really? Where are you from?" a tall girl with short blonde hair who had been screaming earlier asked.
"The Bronx," she replied.
"Really?" I heard myself saying without thinking, "So am I."
"It could've been something like monkeys," a guy with a British accent suggested.
"Yeah, I'm sure it was monkeys. It's Monkey Island," the guy I had helped earlier said.
"Technically, you know, we don't even know if we're on an island," Hurley remarked.
"We're on an island," the Indian guy I had briefly noticed earlier said flatly.
The next morning I overheard Jack, Kate, and the guy with the British accent saying something about looking for another part of the plane. I quickly caught up with them, "Hey, wait up!" I hollered.
The three of them spun around, "I'm coming with you guys."
"I don't think that's - " Jack began, but I cut him off.
"I appreciate your concern, Jack, but I want to come, and there really isn't anything you can say or do to stop me. My cousin's out there somewhere, and if you guys know where a part of the plane landed, then I'm going. Case closed." I was slightly annoyed that Jack tried to tell me not to come. Who did he think he was, anyway? He had no right to tell me what to do. I wasn't a little kid. I was twenty-two years old, damn it. But I guess my tiny stature didn't help my situation much. I was unbelievably short for my age. Everyone probably thought I was about fourteen. I had never hit the five foot mark, so I assumed it was difficult for people to take me seriously.
Everyone stood there for a moment, staring at me wordlessly. Jack couldn't figure out anything to say, so he relented. We made our way into the jungle, and I zoned in and out of a conversation Kate was having with the British guy. Something about a band, I wasn't really paying attention.
"Hello? Anyone in there?"
I realized I was being spoken to and snapped back into reality, "Sorry," I apologized, "I'm kind of out of it."
"Can't really blame you," the British guy said understandingly, "Well, I was asking your name."
"Oh, it's Ashley," I said.
"I'm Charlie," he told me, "It's nice to meet you."
"Right back at ya," I said, smiling.
We continued getting to know one another as we continued our hike. I learned that Charlie had been in a band called Drive Shaft, which I had never heard of. Kate did, however, which I'm sure boosted his ego a bit. I learned that Charlie was 28 and Kate was 27. Charlie was from Manchester, Kate from Iowa, and Jack from California.
"So, it must be pretty cool living in New York," Charlie said, trying to make conversation.
"It's only cool when you're not from there," I told him, "It's home, though. It's not like I'm from Manhattan or anything. I'm from the part of New York everyone's afraid of."
He laughed, "Well, you don't look so scary."
"That's because you haven't given me a reason to yet," I stated.
"Well, I'll be sure to not get on your bad side, then," he responded.
Finally, they came across the front section of the plane. It was a complete disaster. "Now I'm hoping she isn't here," I muttered.
"She could've survived," Charlie told me comfortingly.
I half-smiled at him appreciatively, "Let's just get this over with," I said, leading the rest of them toward the plane.
"Over here!" Kate called, obviously having found the entrance. She went in first, and the first thing I noticed was the look of uneasiness on her face as I made my way through. I followed her eyes and realized what she must have been gawking at.
"Oh," I said, looking around at all of the dead bodies on the plane. I immediately began searching through them. I was immensely thankful when Sophia didn't show up, "Hey, are you all right?" I asked Kate.
"Yeah," she said unsurely as Jack made his way onto the plane and Charlie followed close behind. Jack followed our eyes and gazed at the corpses wordlessly.
"Let's find your transgizmo and get outta here, yeah?" said Charlie as he made his way onto the plane. "God...This is horrible..." Charlie said, getting his first clear look at the scene before us.
"Yeah," I agreed, still focusing on Kate's face.
"You seem so relaxed. How is that?" she wanted to know.
"Let's just say I'm really skilled at detaching myself," I answered.
"What are you, a cop?" she joked.
I shook my head, "I'm a lot of things, but a cop definitely isn't one of them." Everyone tried to keep steady and not fall. The rain was pounding on the top portion of the plane. "Not exactly the most desirable weather conditions for this sort of thing," I commented.
"Are there good weather conditions for this sort of thing?" Jack asked.
"Good point," I muttered.
Jack made his way over to the door of the cockpit. It had taken a slight beating during the crash. It was locked, and no matter how hard Jack pulled, it simply wouldn't budge. He looked around, and then grabbed at a fire extinguisher, "Get back!" he said to us.
We obeyed, and Jack slammed the fire extinguisher into the door knob with what appeared to be great force. It sort of worked. The lock broke a bit, but it wasn't enough yet. He tried again, this time even harder. "Come on, come on, come on!" he yelled as he kept beating the door with the extinguisher. Finally, the knob broke off and Jack released the fire extinguisher from his grasp.
He quickly opened the door, and no sooner than he did, a body came falling out. Kate and Jack yelled out, and the pilot's body landed right next to Charlie. Then, he screamed as well, "Ahh! Damn! God!"
Jack looks over at Kate and I, "Are you okay?" he asked.
I nodded slowly and Kate said, "Yeah, you?"
"I'm all right!" Charlie burst out, "Charlie's fine, by the way."
I turned around and smirked at Charlie, "Sorry, what?" I teased. When I turned back around, Jack had gone into the cockpit.
I heard him saying, "You don't have to come up here," in a sort of protective way to Kate.
"No, I'm good," she insisted.
Jack pulled her up and I heard her ask, "So what does a transceiver look like?"
"Like a complicated walkie talkie," Jack explained.
Then, I heard something really weird, "Hey - Can you hear me? I need the water - "
"What - Wh - "
"What's going on?" I called to them.
"The pilot - He's alive," Kate called back to me.
I couldn't believe what I had just heard. He'd been sitting out here alive the entire time we had been here. No food, no water, and in a substantial amount of pain, I'd imagine.
"Head hurts - dizzy..."
"Probably a concussion," I heard Jack say.
"How long has it been?" I heard the weak voice of the pilot.
"Sixteen hours," Jack responded.
"Sixteen..." He trailed off, and then his voice became fearful, "Has anyone come?"
"Not yet," Jack answered.
"Six hours in... our radio went out... redundant system... the transponder wasn't functioning. No one could see us... so we turned back. To land in Fiji. When we hit that turbulence... we were over a thousand miles off course - They'll be looking in the wrong place... We have a transceiver..."
"Good, that's what we were hoping," Jack said.
I decided they'd be just fine if I weren't there, so I got out of the plane. I noticed that Charlie had vanished, but that really wasn't my main concern at the moment. I started walking away, getting even more drenched by the pouring rain. I helplessly started screaming my cousin's name, hoping that she was alive, and that she would be able to hear me. The rational part of me knew I was wasting my time. Somewhere deep inside, I knew she couldn't hear me. But I had to try anyway, didn't I?
And then I heard the same sound we had all heard on the beach the previous night. "MROOOOWRRRR!" It sounded a lot closer than it did the last time it had appeared. I noticed I was holding my breath, and then I heard yelling. I ran as fast as my legs would permit to get back to the plane. I scrambled back inside and screamed, "Is everyone okay?"
"Ashley?" I heard Jack yell, "Where were - "
My eyes widened in fear as I saw the pilot's body being yanked up. His legs hit the dash, making it difficult for whatever had hold of him to pull him out. His upper half was outside of the plane and his lower half was stuck inside. He dropped the transceiver onto the foor as he continued to scream bloody murder. I pushed Kate to the side and grabbed hold of the pilot's bottom half. I tugged as hard as I could, but I was no match for whatever it was I was up against.
Charlie stood up and began to scream, "What the hell's happ - "
But he was cut off by the pilot's body getting pulled once again. I was grabbing the pilot, and Jack was grabbing me. Kate was screaming at the top of her lungs, and finally, whatever was out there succeeded in his quest, and the pilot was gone. The four of us fell to the ground, and tried to get back up immediately to get the hell out of there.
"Jack! C'mon!" I heard Kate scream. I looked back to see what was going on. Jack was trying to get the transceiver.
"Leave it!" Charlie yelled.
"No," said Jack. He went after it, but lost his balance and fell right on his stomach. It was just out of his reach, but he continued to try. Finally, he managed to get it and slowly staggered to his feet.
The cockpit began to move and I realized a tree had slammed up against it. We all exchanged looks as we heard a terrible cry from what I could only assume was the thing that took the pilot. The three of us ran like hell to get the hell out of there. We actually made it, and ran as fast as our legs would carry us into the rainstorm. It was so loud that I couldn't even be sure if we were running towards it or away from it.
I heard a loud thud from behind me and I spun around quickly. Charlie had clearly had the wind knocked out of him. He attempted to stand up, but he couldn't. Jack went over to help and screamed, "C'mon!" We realized at the same moment that Charlie had been trapped, and at the worst possible moment. I could hear Kate's sobs, but I was too shocked to feel anything. All I knew was that we had to get out of there, and fast.
"Where the hell's Jack!" I heard Kate cry.
"I don't know!" Charlie exclaimed.
"Did you see him?" she demanded.
"Yes! He helped me up - "
"So where is he?" she continued.
"I don't know where he - "
"HOW COULD YOU NOT KNOW?" Kate burst out.
"WE GOT SEPARATED!" Charlie shouted back, "Wait, where's Ashley?"
"Over here!" I yelled, walking towards the sound of their voices, "Nice of someone to show a little concern!" I added pointedly.
"Now you know how I feel!" Charlie responded as I found them. Then, he turned back to Kate, "He pulled me up. If he hadn't, that th - "
"Did you see it?" Kate wanted to know.
"No. No. But it was right behind us. We were dead - I was. Until Jack came back for me."
Just then, the rain stopped. I began to walk back the way we had come, and Kate said to Charlie, "We have to go back for him."
"Go back?" said Charlie, "There? Love - Listen - There's a certain... gargantuan quality to whatever the hell that thing is - "
Their voices began to fade away as I got further away from the two of them. Soon enough, they were right behind me, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw Kate kneeling onto the ground. I heard Charlie say, "What the hell's that...?"
"It's the pilot," said the voice of Jack and we all spun around to see him waltzing out of the jungle.
"Did you see it?" Kate questioned.
"No, it was right behind me. I dove into the bushes," he told her.
I followed Charlie's eyes as he said, "Excuse me, people, but how the hell does something like that happen?"
There, stuck up high in a branch, was the pilot, his body all torn up, and dead, without a shadow of a doubt. Once we had gotten over the initial shock, we began to walk back, Jack fooling around with the transceiver all the while. We were too shaken to speak to one another. We just trailed back the way we had come in a terrified silence.
How was it? Let me know! I'll try to have the next chapter up sometime tomorrow night.
