Here is chapter two. Thank you for reading and reviewing. Reviews make me updated faster. I have just finished season one on the actual TV show so I am behind but I will be away this weekend so I will get to write alot. Sadly that means no updating. But I will update probably on Wednesday night or Thursday. Hopefully you all enjoy this chapter like I enjoyed writing it. And don't forget to review.

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Chapter - 2

"Is she alright?" The whispers came into her ear, she slowly started to become conscious again.

"She's waking up. Everyone give her some space." The voice sounded loud in her ears and her chest heaved with a breath, her eyes shooting open.

Her vision was momentarily covered by a white light before it focused on the people in front of her. She recognized none of them and panic started to make its way into her stomach again.

"Whoa. Dude. Her eyes." A fairly large man with curly hair said.

Reagan averted her gaze to the white sands. Brushing off his comment she slowly stood up. "No, no. You should really sit down." The pregnant women whispered to her.

"Im, I'm alright." She replied back. "It was probably just the heat."

"Or the fact that you have a large cut on your forehead." The Arab man said gesturing to her head. Reagan slowly lifted her hand up to her head, and was met with the sticky substance of blood. "Get her some water." He instructed the large man. The pregnant women went with him. He then turned his gaze back to her. "My name is Sayid Jarrah." He said in a thick accent.

Reagan nodded, still trying to get her breathing under control. "Reagan Shephard."

"Strong name for a strong girl." Sayid said standing up before helping Reagan to her feet. "Were you traveling alone?"

Reagan momentarily narrowed her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest, taking a step back. She didn't know this man, so why would she trust him with that information, especially if she didn't even know if her dad was still alive.

Sayid nodded and grinned. "Smart girl too. I apologize for being intrusive. But a young, you're what twelve tops, girl shouldn't be running around alone." She didn't say anything. Her head was starting to feel fuzzy again. Reagan lowered herself to the ground, Sayid watched her with unmasked concern. "You've had these head pains before." He muttered mostly to himself. "I am going to go find the doctor. You stay here."

Reagan snapped her unusual eyes up to him, staring at him intently. "What did you just say?"

"We have been fortunate enough to have crashed on this damn place with one doctor. He was helping the African American lady." He said back as he started to walk away.

She felt her face heat up. "Sayid! He's my dad!"

****************FLASHBACK*************

"Magoo. I thought I told you to stop playing musical chairs on the plane." Came a teasing voice.

Reagan shot her gaze up to her dad, Doctor Jack Shephard who stood over her. "Sorry." She mumbled, getting up and plopping back down in the seat closest to the window. "But I got bored and was talking to Rose. It's not my fault you took so long."

He laughed and sat down next to her, buckling his seat belt before ruffling her hair. She shoved him away. "It shouldn't be much longer." He said scanning his dark gaze over the other passengers. "Hopefully."

Reagan sighed. "I hate flying. I don't get why I had to come along. I could've just stayed with grandma."

"What? And leave me here all alone? Come on now. I raised you better than that."

"But still. I hardly even knew the guy. He only came to see me like three times, tops." She whispered eyeing his reaction. It wasn't fair. None of it. "And the two of them was when I was like, two or something, I don't even remember. And he only came for like one night when-"

Jack cut his daughter off. "Reagan." She huffed, showing that Shephard stubbornness that ran in the whole family. She crouched down lower in the seat resting her head on Jacks shoulder. He wrapped his arm around her an pulled her close, kissing the top of her head, eyeing the scar. "But you know what the good thing about this is?"

"What." She said with a raised eyebrow. Her different colored gazes drifting wearily at him.

Jack grinned, whispering close to her eye like it was some big secret. "The flight attendants let you bring Marlie on here with us."

Reagan glanced down at her feet. "Marlie." She whispered. And in an instant the dark, almost red Labrador lifted her head in the silent question. Reagan grinned reaching down and petting the dog before, after Marlie sensed nothing was wrong, put her head back down on Jacks leather shoe. "Yeah. I guess you're right."

Jack pulled his daughter close again. "Get some sleep Magoo. Everything will be back to normal soon."

The young girl shook her head against him. "Nothing will ever go back to normal."

Jack waited until Reagan's breathing slowed down. He ran his fingers through his daughters hair, his finger automatically tracing the scar that not only left a mark on her head but also their hearts. "No, baby girl." Jack started quietly. "Normal is a long way off."