Down The Rabbit Hole

A Lost Fan Fiction Story

Authors Note: This story starts from the beginning when the plane crashes, but it is centered around a new character that was on the Oceanic flight 815 plane crash. This new character is my own, and it may not exactly follow the story the same way, but I'm putting my own twist to it. I do not own anything about Lost or any of the original characters, so please enjoy, and feed back is encouraged! Also all flash backs and back stories will be in a different font!

Chapter 1:

If you don't know where you are going, any road can take you there, but which way you ought to go depends on where you want to go. If I had a world of my own, everything would make nonsense, and that in it self would make much more sense than my life is... or is it now was? They say that right before you die, your life flashes before your eyes, they only problem with that was that the life I saw flash didn't feel like my own. Was it all over? Was this it?

I was cold, and I felt a sharp pain shoot through my right shoulder. I felt pain, and fear over take me as I wondered where I was. I couldn't be dead, because you didn't feel any more when you were dead, did you? I fluttered my burning eyes open, I was laying in cool sand, and it looked like I was in a hole. I tried to stand up, but my ankle was bent back and it looked to be broken, and my shoulder felt popped out of place. I groaned, I needed a doctor, but looking around, seeing no one else in this hole in the ground but my self I knew it was unlikely. I did how ever hear the sound of loud engines, and screams in the distance. I knew If I wasn't the only survivor I could get some one to help me out of this hole. Suddenly there was hope, there had to be other survivors, and soon a rescue team to save us from where ever we were. So I began to scream for help as loud as I could over the noise and hoping it would reach out of the hole I was in.

(Flashback)

I stood in line at the airport in Sydney, Australia, I was impatient, and in a hurry. I needed to get out of here as soon as possible, and of course there had to be a problem at the front desk. I was a few people back in line and tried to listen to what was going on. There was a very upset gentleman in a suit and tie yelling at the guy running the service desk. I turned out his father had just died, and he was in Australia to bring his father's body back to L.A. For the funeral, and they were giving him a hard time about the casket. I watched the mans face that looked like he was fighting back tears, and frustration, and felt my heart sink for him. I knew that I did not know him, but I had always felt I could connect emotionally with other people. I was very empathetic, but always thought it went deeper than that, like I could feel there particular emotions, and experience it with them. I held my breath for a moment, anticipating how difficult the situation was, and pushed tear from my own cheek, before any one could see. Soon it was resolved, and he left in a huff looking like he needed a drink. I was next, and I walked quickly up to the man behind the desk.

"Can I help you?" he said casually.

"I need a one way ticket to anywhere... far away" I sighed, holding tightly to my bag around my shoulder. The guy gave me a once over. To him it must seem suspicious; a small build woman in her late 20's, long golden hair, pale white skin, and eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses, black skinny jeans, and a gray sweater over a black camisole; very odd attire for a place like Sydney, Australia.

He looked in his computer and nodded.

"The next plane out of here goes to Los Angeles, California; flight 815." He looked back up at me for approval. "It leaves in 30 minutes" I needed out of here so I didn't care where it was going. I nodded.

"I'll take it!" He printed me out my ticket, and handed it to me smiling.

"Thank you, and enjoy your flight on Oceanic airlines"

(End Flash back)

That very plane was now split in half, and laying in pieces on a beach of a deserted island. There had to of been over 40 people on the plane, and they were all now scattered around the beach. There were a lot of injuries, and scared people who were in need of help. They just needed some one to take charge and help. As luck would have it one man did take it upon himself to help, and try to recover as many people as he could, and luck was on our side, because he was a doctor.

I couldn't hear or see any one else, and my voice was getting tired from trying to get some one... anyone's attention, to help me out of this hole.

"Help!...help!" I couched and tried to clear my scratchy throat. After about what seemed like an hour of yelling I felt defeated, and closed my eyes about to give up all hope of getting out of here, when I heard a faint male voice.

"Hello? Is some one there?" I felt my heart beat faster with excitement. I tried to move, forgetting I couldn't, but feeling the pain all over again.

"Yes!" I screamed. "I'm down here in the hole, and I think my leg is broken I can't move!" I heard his footsteps through the sand speed up coming closer to my hole. I tried to look up to see a man with scruffy long dirty blonde hair, looking down at me with concern. "Can you get me out of here?" I pleaded.

"How did you get in here?" he asked looking around.

"I don't know, I woke up in here..."I sighed. "What happened? Where are we?"

"The plane crashed... on some island. I don't know where we are." I nodded, knowing he couldn't hear or see me that well, but I was at a loss for what to say, even though I had a million things running through my mind.

"How many..." I coughed, feeling how dry my throat was, and how much I needed water. "How many people survived?" I heard the gentleman sigh, looking behind him quickly, and then back at me.

"What's your name?"

"Alice... I'm Alice Gallagher"

"Hold tight Alice, I'm going to get help, and we're going to get you out of that hole." I couldn't control the smile that was spreading across my cheeks, perhaps there is hope for me after all.

"Thank you... wait what do I call my rescuer?" I faintly saw him smirk down at me, as he got up.

"You can call me Sawyer" I heard him run off and I tried to relax holding onto the promise from this man.

Sawyer was quite a ways into the jungle of the Island and he came running back out to the beach, in search for some one and some thing to help get me out of the hole.

He saw the doctor trying to get some shrapnel from a top some people burried under it.

"Are you the doctor?" Sawyer asked out of breath. He looked up and nodded.

"Yea, Jack Shepard, What do you need?" Sawyer pointed toward the jungle.

"There's a girl... Alice, trapped in a hole, with a broken leg, I need help getting her out!" Jack looked around the beach, and then back at Sawyer.

"There are a lot of people here who need help, and are in more need of a doctor. I'm sorry, find some rope, and some thing to wrap her leg tightly with." Sawyer was stunned at his reaction. This man was stepping up to play hero for the plane passengers, but he was picking and choosing who to save. Who did he think he was god? He made his mind up, right away Sawyer did not like Jack and his egotistical attitude. He would find a way to get me out himself. So he wandered the beach, looking for a first aid kit or a rope that might have came from the plane.

Sawyer kept swearing under his breath, coming up empty handed. He knew a lot of other people needed help too, but he had to help me, like he promised he would.

"Hey!" My attempted rescuer turned around to see an oversized, hairy man with a half smile on his face. "You're looking for help?" Sawyer felt relief looking at this man. He smirked and nodded.

"There's a girl stuck in a hole, a little ways in the jungle, I need help getting her out." He nodded.

"Sure Dude, what ever I can do to help" He followed Sawyer to my hole. "The name's Hurley by the way." They didn't stop, they kept moving in hopes of getting to me soon.

"Sawyer" He said simply, trying not to make a real conversation right now, he was on a mission.

Hurley, being over weight, and more out of shape than Sawyer who was build like an athlete, or a supermodel, was quite a distance behind, but still able to see Sawyer, so he tried to run to catch up. He didn't realize that he had stopped and ran right into Sawyer's back, nearly knocking him into the hole as well. Sawyer slowly turned back to him in annoyance.

"Sorry Dude, you should have warned me you were stopping" He tried to joke out of breath. Sawyer knew he meant no harm, so he just rolled his eyes shaking his head and called to me in the hole.

"Alice?" As I heard the familiar voice I tried to look up at him, with out moving too much. I was so relieved he actually came back for me.

"Sawyer?"

"Yea, It's me, I brought help with me." He looked back at Hurley, who now came to the edge of the hole looking down on me as well.

`"Woh... it really is a girl in a hole" He looked down at me, and I tried not to laugh at the man's bluntly obvious statement. "What are you doing down there?"

"Oh ya know … just hanging out..." I sighed "How do you think I got down here?"

"How did the plane throw you all the way out here, when everyone else is out on the beach?"

"How should I know, can you please just get me out of here?" Sawyer was getting just as annoyed with Hurley's inquisition as I was.

"Hurley!" Sawyer rubbed his face, and pulled a rope out of a bag he picked up from the beach crash site, tied one end tightly around his waist, and handed the opposite end to Hurley. "Here, tie this end to that tree, and as soon as I get down to her, help pull us up." He just nodded at his instructions. He looked down to yell down to me next. "I'm coming down, hold tight." I watched at Sawyer lowered himself down to me slowly, until he was able to put his feet to the ground.

"You did it!" I said surprised. I could see his features more clearly now, and when he smiled I could see how handsome he really was.

"I told you I'd get you out princess" He came closer to me. "Can you move at all?" I shook my head. "Ok, put your arms around me, I'm going to carry you, so hold on tight." I moaned, I felt a bit un easy about that.

"I don't know... how do I know I can trust you?" He chuckled a bit.

"Listen princess, I just busted my ass to try to get you out of this hole, and I am a man of my word, so I promise you, that you are safe with me" I looked him over ,and I sensed that I could trust him, so I held my arms out. He came closer, scoping me up in his arms, as I tightly wrapped mine around his neck. " Hold on" he whispered in my ear, and I felt a chill go up my spine. "Hurley!" He yelled "Pull us up now!" It wasn't long before we reached the top. Sawyer now sat in the sand, still holding tightly onto me.

"Sawyer?" He looked into my eyes, some how understanding that he could put me down gently. I looked up at the man helping my knight and shinning armor.

"I'm Hurley! You must be Alice" I nodded, smiling at this man's character.

"Thank you, both of you!" I looked back at Sawyer who was pulling an ace bandage out of a bag.

"I need to wrap your leg, before it gets too swollen, and we can rest here for a while before I help you back to the beach with everyone else." I felt like I must still be in shock, and the brunt of the plane crash, and near death experience hasn't hit me yet. I just stared at Sawyer as he wrapped the ace bandage around my leg, like I was in a trance.

What was this strange land? Where were we exactly? Why did we crash? There were a million questions running through my mind, but the one answer I had gotten was a sense of relief because I wanted to get far away, and I've never felt further away from anything than I was now. I let a smile spread across my face, thinking about my new found freedom.