A/N: Okay, technically they are characters from the show, just very minor characters or in other media, in the case of Lostpedia for Barbara Joanna Miller and Janelle Granger. It was not something that came out of my arse. But you might see a slight difference from their (minimal) characterization.
Anyway, Day 2, or three to get technical of my Valentine's stories. I wanted to post a different story, but didn't get finish in time.
Disclaimer: Don't own Lost or Joanna or Janelle.
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Barbara Joanna Miller looks to the seat next to her. She sees her friend Janelle Granger, looking back at her with a smile. They had came to Sydney to have a nice vacation. Too bad things don't go normally goes as plan. There were sitting in the froth middle section of the plane.
"Don't worry, BJ," Janelle said to her. "Next time when your ear gets better, we'll go back."
Joanna closes her eyes and shakes her head. "No we won't."
Her friend's smile starts to waver. "What do you mean?"
She open her eyes, giving her a look that says 'are you kidding me?' "I don't want to waste more of your money just to come back here for another week. I'd lived it up, and what i got from that is an ear infection."
She starts to touch her friend's arm. "It's okay, It's just money. It's not like i don't have any more where that came from."
Joanna looks at her friend, strangely. Ever since she had first met her a few months back, she always had a feeling that Janelle had a secret. She won't push it, but she would wonder what is it. Had she stolen from someone? Or had she had gotten from her trust fund that Daddy had for her?
But she can't ponder on this right now. Everyone has their secrets, even her. What she has to look forward to is going to Fiji. California is fine, but she had heard the weather is good enough for scuba diving. Too bad she can't do it.
"Alright, but promise me one thing."
"Yes?"
"When we get to Fiji, Try to get pictures of the coral reefs."
She starts to laugh. "Of course."
Joanna's shoulder got bumped into by a short-haired blond man wearing a dark sweater and on his right hand, a ring with the initials DS. She instantly recognized who he is. "Oh, my, god." She starts to say. "It's him."
Janelle starts to look at her direction. "What are you talking about?" She looks at the man and three fight attendances trailing behind him. Her mouth hangs open. "It's Charlie Pace!"
They look to each other, gushing. "Driveshaft!" Just as they proclaimed the statement, the cabin starts to shake. They hold on to each other. Joanna glances towards Janelle's lips while licking her own.
"That's normal, right?" She asked her.
She nods slighty. "Kinda." She whispers. "Happends once or twice a trip." She smiles reassurely.
Joanna reluctantly let go of her. "Sorry, didn't hear you," She gestures around the cabin. "And with the," She points to her ear.
"Right," She slaps her head with her hand. "Sorry, what i mean is that it happens sometime, but it passes by soon. Besides, " She starts to wrap her arm around her. Joanna tries not to blush. "In a few hours, we'll be in Fiji. In the nice warm sunny air, with nothing to worr-"
With that, the cabin starts to descent. Different people around the two start to hit the roof, hitting it on impact.
"Oh, god!" Janelle shouted. On reflexes, she hugs Joanne's neck.
"Got that right!" The shaking and clattering was too much for her. She sees the yellow mask falling before her. She knows what this means, that mask is her last lifeline. She'll never make it anywhere otherwise.
But she doesn't care.
If this is her last dying breath, then it will be worth it.
"Joanna?!" Janelle is shouting through the screams. "Put them on!" As she said this, she starts to put on her's.
She shakes her head. "Not until i do this." She pulls Janelle's shirt to just an inch of her lips.
Janelle starts to shake. "What are you doing?"
She smiles sadly. "This." She closes the distance between their lips. She knows that she might never get the chance to do this again. She knows that if they survive this, she'll have to explain herself.
But it doesn't matter. Just as long as She had felt her lips with her own, then it doesn't matter what happens in the end.
As long as she felt those wonderful lips respond in kind for those next precious moments, She had lived. And she will die, having a hint of heaven on her way.
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Joanna is suddenly woken up by a pair of lips claiming her as her own, or at least that's what it seems.
In reality, Janelle was giving her CPR as Joanna ended up in the water. Janelle tried with all her strength to pull her out into the nearest clearing. Janelle was worried for her friend. Even before this.
When she first met her friend, she had just been through the worst two months of her life. She had thought that she had met someone that would not give her pity, like most of the people in her life. She was like her , but in a way, different.
She had relized that during the trip, something had changed between them. They had more time to each other for two whole weeks, she had wanted to spend some with her friend. She didn't know anything was amiss.
At least until the kiss.
She didn't know how to make of it. Was it in the heat of the moment, or could this have been going on for a while and she hasn't notice?
She had notice how close they have gotten while they were sharing their hotel bed. She would wake up to Joanna's arm wrapped around her waist. Or how protective she became when leery men would walk up to them in a bar to ask them out. And when She would take them up on their offer to dance, at least the non-leery ones, that BJ would keep a close eye on them.
Joanna starts to cough up the water up, and onto Janelle's shirt. She can't help but smile at her. "I thought I'd lost you."
Joanna looks up at her. A smile, as bright as the sun appears. "You haven't just yet."
A/n
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