Author's Note: I realized I forgot to put an author's note at the beginning of the first chapter. Sorry 'bout that… Well, anyway, welcome to my new fic, centered around, you guessed it, "Lost." In my opinion, it's the best TV show of the past decade, and I know I'm not the only one who thinks so. So if you share my views, or just want a good read, you've found the right place. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own Lost, or any of the characters besides Gavin and Meredith.

Chapter Two

Transceiver

It was getting much later, and Meredith and I were trying to warm ourselves by a fire. We were sitting on a log with that man, Sayid, and another man in a black hoodie. He was writing something on his fingers in a Sharpie pen, but I wasn't sure what it was. The fire was nice and warm, though, so I didn't really say much. Sayid spoke up.

"You'd think they would have come by now," he said, mostly to himself, though we all heard it. The man in the hoodie pulled the hood down. He was young, blonde, and looked vaguely familiar.

"Who?" he asked Sayid. Sayid turned to the blonde man.

"Anybody," he said. I turned my attention back to the fire, and then took a glance at Meredith. She was staring intently at the flames. Just then, there was a loud rumbling noise from behind us. The four of us turned to look, and saw some rustling in the trees.

"What'd you reckon that is then?" asked the hoodie wearing man, with a British accent. Then there was a loud clang, and a tree fell. Sayid jumped out of his seat, looking like he was preparing for a fight. Then some more noises, and another tree fell. It sounded like someone was operating construction machinery. But there was some other noise accompanying it. Tikka tikka tikka. Sayid and the British man got up, and Meredith and I followed suit. We all started moving closer to the jungle, but at the same time keeping a safe distance. The closer we got, I realized other people were joining us. There were a lot, but also a few I recognized. John Locke, Boone, and Jack the doctor. There was also a pregnant girl, the fat guy who'd directed me to Meredith, and a bunch of people I hadn't seen yet. An African American man stood there with a kid, younger than Meredith or myself. It was nice to know we weren't the only kids on this island. Then, with one final noise, the trees seemed to all shake at once, and then not at all. At first no one said anything, but then the British man spoke up.

"Terrific."

XxXxX

No one had gotten any sleep that night. We were too freaked out to even shut our eyes for more than a blink. I'd heard talk of Jack and some other woman going into the jungle the next day. I would have advised against it, but they probably wouldn't have listened to me anyway. When morning came, people began talking about what had happened last night. They were grouped up, and Meredith and I were no exception. We found some people we were familiar with—the British man (who told us his name was Charlie) Sayid and Boone—as well as some we'd never met, like Boone's sister Shannon, and the black man and his son.

"Whatever it was…" reasoned the African American man (whose name was Michael). "It wasn't natural." His son, a boy named Walt, nodded in agreement. Charlie tried to change the subject.

"Does anyone have any sun-block?" he said, looking at the sky.

"Yeah, I do," offered Shannon, rifling through a bag beside her. Just then, Jack walked by, and hunched down with the rest of us.

"I'm going to find the cockpit," he informed us. I knew it. "I'm gonna see if we can find a transceiver to send a distress signal. Out to a rescue team. You're going to need to keep an eye on the wounded." We all nodded, accepting that responsibility.

"I'll come with you," offered Charlie, sitting up. "I want to help." Jack tried to decline, saying he didn't need any more help, but Charlie insisted. I suddenly found myself standing up too.

"I'm in also," I said. Everyone looked at me like I was out of my mind. Jack shook his head, and Meredith tried to pull me back to the ground by my pant leg.

"No way, Gavin," said Jack. "I'm not bringing you with. This could be dangerous. I'm not going to put a kid in danger like that."
"I'm not a kid!" I protested, but Jack just shook his head again, and started to walk off. Charlie looked at me sympathetically as I sat back down.

"Sorry, mate," he said, and followed Jack.

"Come on, man," said Boone, who was sitting to my right. "You'd probably get eaten by a tiger or something anyway."

"It's not funny," I said. "I don't want people treating me like a kid. If we're going to be stuck here for a while—"

"We're not going to be stuck here for a while," Shannon interrupted me. "Jack said he's going to send a message on the whats-it-called from the cockpit. We'll be home in no time." I crossed my arms, still upset. The fat guy from the night before walked over.

"Hey dudes," he said. "Uh… I'm Hurley. Nice to, uh, meet you." We gave half hearted waves to Hurley, and he sat down with us. "So, uh, what's everyone talking about."

"The dinosaur in the jungle," said Walt.

"It's not a dinosaur," said Shannon. "Dinosaurs are extinct, kid." Walt shrugged, still holding onto the belief it was a dinosaur.

"Whatever it was," said Sayid. "Let us hope it doesn't come back. We don't need that… thing bothering us before we are rescued." There were some nods.

"Hey," said Meredith, changing the subject. "Where're we going to sleep? I mean, we can't really sleep in the wreckage, can we?"

"I would advise against it," said Sayid. "We will most likely need to make lean-tos or tents out of wood and useless luggage."

"And what about food?" asked Boone. "We can only live on airplane peanuts for so long."

"The jungle's going to have fruit and nuts," said Michael. "People will need to gather stuff each day, but it shouldn't be a hassle." Just then, there was a loud crash above us, and we all looked up as it started raining. Heavily.

"Where did that come from?" I shouted, as the pouring rain was drowning out most sound.

"I don't know," said Boone, standing up. "Come on everyone, we need to get under something!" We stood, and began running to the nearest plane wreckage. I took Meredith by the hand, and followed Boone and Shannon. We passed someone, the only person not running, and I realized it was Locke.

"John!" I shouted, though he paid me no mind. "John Locke! You've got to get out of the rain!" He turned to me, and opened one of his eyes. He cracked a smile, then turned his face up to the sky. I decided to let him be, and followed Boone and Shannon under some plane wreckage.

"This is ridiculous!" yelled Shannon. "Boone, when are we going to get off this island?" Like he would know. He didn't answer, however, because we were all suddenly distracted by the tree line. It was moving again, accompanied by the strange noises from the night before.

"Oh god," Meredith whispered. "It's back." I subconsciously gripped her hand tighter. From under the wreckage, the four of us watched the trees shake harder and harder.

"What d'you think it is?" I asked, but it was more like thinking out loud. The trees gave an extra violent shake, and we all involuntarily moved closer together. And we waited out the rain together like that, under the wreckage, and ended up finally finding our first night of sleep on the island.

XxXxX

The next day was mostly spent by the survivors looking through luggage, trying to scrounge up anything of value. Meredith and I set out trying to find our own bags, but had no luck. Either they were gone forever, or someone else had gotten to them first.

"My clothes were in there…" complained Meredith.

"My deck of cards was in mine," I said, equally displeased. Whenever I take a plane ride, I bring a deck of cards. I usually end up playing solitaire, but if I'm seated near someone I'm traveling with (or a stranger who's also a fan of cards) I might play something different. Then I noticed something. John Locke was sitting by the shore, holding a small box. He opened it, and held a small black rock up. "Hey Mer, I'm gonna go see what Locke's doing." She nodded.

"I'll try and find Boone and Shannon," she suggested. "See if they had any better luck than us." I nodded, and set off. In the short time we'd been on this island, we already had people that we liked the most, and felt the closest too. Boone and Shannon, Mr. Locke, and Charlie. The doctor, the Iraqi and Hurley were also nice. And there were others we were not so fond of. There was a southerner, blonde and quiet, who was constantly smoking or flirting with women. He wasn't our favorite.

"Hey Mr.—" I started, but stopped myself. "I mean, hey Locke. What's that?" He turned, and held up what looked like a suitcase from the outside. Inside, there were rows of different colored fabric, and small black and white stones.

"This is an old board game," he explained, patting the sand next to him for me to sit. I sat. "It's called backgammon."

"I've heard of that," I said, remembering something from my past. "Yeah, my dad used to play it when his friends came in from out of town. I was just a kid then." Locke chuckled.

"And you're not a kid now?" he asked. I crossed my arms. He chuckled again. "I'm just joking with you, Gavin. I know you're very mature, and you're handling this experience great. But the others might not see it that way." I thought of Jack's insistence on my staying behind yesterday.

"Yeah, I get it," I said. "So, how exactly do you play backgammon?" The older man smiled, but shook his head.

"It would take some time to explain," he said. "And I don't think you have much of that." I raised an eyebrow in confusion, and he pointed behind me. I turned to see Meredith waving me over. I quickly bid Locke a farewell, and jogged over to Meredith. Before I could even ask what was going on, she grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards the other side of the beach.

"Slow down!" I yelled. "What's—" but I didn't need to answer. I saw what she wanted me to see. The blonde southern man and Sayid Jarrah were in an all out brawl. There were tons of people watching. The southern man tackled Sayid, and then in came two more people. Jack and Michael ran in, Michael grabbing Sayid and Jack grabbing the other man.

"Tell everyone what you told me!" shouted Sayid at the southerner. "Tell them how I crashed the plane."

"What's going on?" asked Jack. Michael held up something dangly and glimmering.

"My boy found these in the jungle," he explained. I realized they were handcuffs. The blonde man pointed an accusatory finger at Sayid.

"And this guy was sitting in the back of business class the whole flight, never got up," he said. "Hands always folded under a blanket. And for some reason, just pointing this out, the guy I saw next to him didn't make it!" So the blonde man assumed Sayid had been a terrorist under arrest. That was racist as hell. Definitely didn't like this guy.

"STOP!" shouted a woman, brown hair, and freckles. I think her name was Kate. She was the woman who had gone with Jack and Charlie into the jungle. "Look we found the transceiver. But it's broken. Can anybody help?" There was a pause, each person waiting for someone to step up. Eventually, Sayid raised a hand.

"Yes," he said, with an exhale. "I might be able to."

"Great!" shouted the blonde. "Perfect! Let's all trust this guy."

"Hey man, we're all in this together," said Hurley, from the crowd. "How 'bout we treat each other with a little respect."

"Shut up, Lardo," the blonde said. Disrespectfully.

"Hey," interrupted Jack. "Cut him a break, okay?" The man stormed off with a huff, and the rest of us were left to wait for Sayid to fix the transceiver.

Flashback Two

April Ninth, 1995

A seven year old Gavin and six year old Meredith ended their long game of hide and seek, finally coming inside of the house. They made for the kitchen, but were quickly apprehended by their mother.

"Gavin, Meredith, upstairs," she said, sternly yet quiet. "Your father has a few friends over. They're in the kitchen. You two aren't to disturb him. Go take baths." Gavin and his sister obediently nodded, and marched up the stairs towards their shared bathroom.

"Rock paper scissors," said Gavin. "Loser takes a bath first." Meredith agreed, and they both played a quick round. Gavin one, and left Meredith alone to bathe.

He walked out of the bathroom, and looked around. His mother was nowhere in sight. Now was his chance. Quickly, Gavin tiptoed down the stairs, and hid next to the closed kitchen door. He pressed an ear to the crack between the two doors, trying to hear the conversation.

"… why you don't just go already, George?" a man's voice asked. George was Gavin's father. "You have everything you need. What's keeping you?" There was a sigh.

"It's not that simple, Alan." Gavin's father said. Gavin pulled a face; he didn't like Alan. He always smelled of cigarette smoke, and drank far too much around two small children. "I still love them, you know? I can't just—" Just then, Gavin realized he was leaning to heavily on the door. He fell through, tumbling at the feet of his father's chair. His father glared down at him. Gavin thought he saw sadness in his eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

"Hello Gavin," said Alan from across the table. "Do you remember me?" Gavin stood, and brushed himself off.

"Yes," he said quietly. "Hello Mr. Alan." Alan smiled, a toothy, yellow smile.

"Your daddy and I were about to play a game," he said enticingly. "Do you know anything about backgammon?"

So that was fun, yeah? As you can probably see, this story will follow a lot of the main episodes, but I'll definitely throw in some extra stuff. If you liked it, please review and favorite. I'd really appreciate it. Until next time.