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On An Island By The Sea

Chapter 1

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Othersville ~ September 22, 2004 ~ 5 Minutes Before Crash

Benjamin Linus had been pacing around his living room for the last hour. 'How do you find the right words to tell your children you're dying?' he wondered. After having back pain on and off again for a month, he had asked Juliet to perform an x-ray to find out what the problem was.

Two days earlier she had delivered to Ben what was quite possibly the worst news he had ever received. There was a tumor on his spine. The prognosis wasn't good, but what worried Ben the most was the fact that he had developed the tumor at all. His mind had been tossing about wildly since he had been informed, and now he was lost in thought once more. But the sound of the front door banging open and shut roused him from his reverie; the familiar voices, familiar laughter, and familiar tumbling footsteps brought a smile to his face.

"Girls, can you come into the living room please?" Ben called out to his daughters. Alex and Marisa Linus walked into the room, bright smiles plastered to their faces.

"What's going on, Dad?" Marisa asked Ben.

"I need to tell you girls something," Ben declared, and the girls' smiles slowly slipped off their faces. This was clearly serious. "Have a seat." Definitely serious.

But then suddenly, before either girl could move, before Ben could share his life-altering news, a huge tremor shook the house. Ben immediately attempted to walk towards Alex and Marisa, both of whom had taken refuge in the doorframe. The rumblings stopped after a few minutes and Ben rushed out the door to see what had happened.

Ben saw several people had made their way outside and were already looking around. Looking up at the sky, Ben was utterly shocked to see a commercial plane breaking apart in mid-air. The fuselage and tail sections were going in two different directions.

Ben needed less than a second of thought before he made up his mind. There might be survivors, and he needed to know who they were, so he decided to send people to both crash sites. "Goodwin, Ethan and Dominic," he called. Within a matter of seconds all three men are standing in front of him.

"Goodwin, did you see where the tail landed?"

Goodwin nodded and answered, "Yeah, probably in the water."

"If you run, you should make it to the shore line in an hour," Ben said, and then turned to Ethan and Dominic. "You two go to the fuselage. There may actually be survivors, probably a good amount of them."

"Do we observe or infiltrate?" Dominic asked.

"If there are survivors, infiltrate. Act like a passenger -- in shock -- come up with an adequate story if they ask. Stay quiet if they don't. Listen, learn, and don't get involved. I want lists in 3 days." They all nodded in acceptance. "Go."

All three men take off running as Ben walked towards Juliet. He could see she was holding a book in her hand. "So I guess I'm out of the book club?" he quipped, without much real humor. She turned and walked away without responding.

Maybe now that both of her boy toys were gone, she would finally notice Ben.

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Tail Section Crash Site ~ September 22, 2004

Finally breaking the surface of the water, Avery Morgan tried to remember all the survival crap she learned on TLC and The Discovery Channel over the years. They all said the first rule is to 'stay calm.' That was easy for them to say, after all they weren't the ones in the middle of the ocean with debris and bodies floating around them.

'Stay calm, Avery,' she told herself once again. As she was about to turn around, something touched her and Avery started to scream bloody murder.

"I'm sorry!" Major Clarence Mark Matthews told the young women. He had seen her just floating in the water and had decided to go help her.

Turning around, Avery saw a gorgeous African-American man, and behind him, an exquisitely beautiful island. "It's okay," she replied. At that moment she didn't know if she was happier to see the man or the island.

"Do you think you can make it to the Island?" Clarence asked Avery. He noticed that she was very attractive, but then berated himself for having such thoughts at a time like this.

Avery just nodded her head. She was sure she could. As they began to swim towards shore, Avery wondered who her 'Knight In Shinning Armor' was.

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"ALICE!" Rosalie Widmore screamed for what seems like the hundredth time. "Please, Alice, answer me!" All she remembered was waking on this beach, soaking wet, and Alice was nowhere in sight.

A few feet down the beach, she saw a man pulling bodies from the water. Running towards him, she prayed more fervently than she ever had before, prayed that this man had seen Alice. "Sir, have you seen my daughter?"

Eko Tunde stopped his return trip to the ocean and waited for the woman to reach him. "Have you seen my daughter?" He waited for her to give him some kind of description. "She's two, blond hair and blue eyes. She had on a pink dress."

Just as she has finished describing her child, the frantic mother caught site of her daughter, who was talking to a Hispanic woman. Alice saw Rosalie running towards them and started calling to her.

"Mummy!" Alice's little voice wavered. Once she reached her daughter, Rosalie dropped down in the sand, and wrapped her arms tightly around Alice. Her child was alive, and that was everything that mattered.

"Are you okay, sweetheart?" Rosalie asked, while looking her over for any injuries.

Alice gives Rosalie on kiss on the check, "I'm okay, Mummy!"

"I looked her over and she seems fine," the woman Alice had been talking too said.

"Thank you so much," Rosalie told her in a voice thick with tears. Ana Lucia Cortez just gave a shake of her head and walked away.

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Darren Reed was standing by the ocean, as the man named Eko pulled bodies from the water. Once they were out of the water, Darren checked to see if they had a pulse. Hopelessness was starting to overtake him; the last four or five people that were pulled from the water had been dead.

"I think he might be alive," the man said, with a heavy accent. He laid the man in front of Darren and he felt for a pulse. It was faint, but it was there none the less. He started CPR on the man; it only took a few cycles before the man started breathing on his own. Turning on his side, the man started to cough and sputter violently.

Once he had recovered a bit, Ashton Jamison turned to lie on his back agin, and opened his eyes and stared at the man who had saved his life. "I like to be on a first name basis with people who kiss me," Ash said in a rough voice.

Darren looked at the man as if he was crazy and then started laughing. "Name's Darren. And yours?"

"Ashton Jamison," Ash told Darren, while looking at the corpses near him. One of those bodies could have so easily been him, he realized. "Thank you for saving my life."

"Not a problem." Darren saw Eko trying to get his attention. Maybe they would get lucky and save another life. "I have to go, but I'm glad I could help."

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Sitting on the beach, Andy Peters looked out at the ocean, attempting to process the fact that he had just survived a plane crash unscathed. He knew he should be grateful, but he just couldn't seem to find it within himself to be.

"Are you hurt?" Katherine Hadley inquired. When the man in question turned, his face seemed familiar to her, but she couldn't remember where or when she had seen him before. The memory was floating about somewhere in her mind, she was sure of it.

"I'm just great. Not a scratch anywhere," Andy snapped at her, his tone harsh and grating.

Katherine took a deep breath, calming herself. Of course, she knew that what they had all just been through would have and effect anyone's disposition. "Okay then, I'll leave you alone."

"I'm sorry," Andy apologized; aware the woman was only trying to be helpful. "You can have a seat if you like."

Katherine lowered herself down next to him. "Thank you."

The quiet stretched on for what seemed like hours, before Andy broke the silence. "Seems like everyone's meeting over there," he said, pointing to the tree line where all the survivors were walking to.

"Well, let's go join them and see what our future holds," Katherine declared.

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John F. Kennedy Airport, New York

September 22, 2004 ~ Custom's Desk

"Next, please," the agent behind the desk called. A woman walked to the counter and set her passport down.

"Good morning," the agent said, picking up and opening the passport, "Mrs. Green."

"Good morning," the woman replied in a soft voice.

The agent fell quiet again while she ran the information through the computer. "Is this trip personal or business?"

"Business." The woman's answers were short, as they always were with strangers.

Closing the passport and handing it back, the agent behind the counter informed the woman, "You're all done, Mrs. Green. Your flight will be leaving from, Gate N15. Enjoy your trip to Istanbul."

"Thank you."

Walking down the terminal towards her gate, the traveler reached into her pocket for her cell phone. Dialing the familiar number, she listens to the phone ring.

"Buenos Días!" Stephanie Velsaquez answered laughing.

Steph would never change. "Buenos Días!"

"Hey Mami! Hold on a sec." Rapid Spanish could be heard in the background. Probably kicking out one of her many men. "I'm back. So what's your name these days?"

"Lalita Green." The response was cold.

"I'm sorry, Mami. I know how hard that is for you."

"Don't worry Steph," Finally reaching her gate, she takes a seat and waits for boarding to start. "I'll be okay. Did you get the call?"

"No. But he knew you would call me."

"I need you in Istanbul, by tomorrow."

"They found the Island?" The noises in the background now hinted that Stephanie was already walking around and throwing things into her bag.

"Oceanic Flight 815 dropped off the radar a few hours ago. When we find that plane, we find the Island."

"I was in Barcelona for a few weeks, so I'll be there before you. Call me when you Plane lands."

"Thank you, Stephanie. I couldn't do this without you."

"Adiós, Mami."

"Bye Steph."

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AN 1: I hoped you enjoyed this chapter. I know it probably wasn't as good as the first but I didn't want to leave the tale section out for to long.

AN 2: I'm still looking for a few OC's. Check out the second Chapter for the updated list.

AN 3: The title for this Chapter came from the wonderful song: "Déjà vu" by: Teena Marie

If you have any ideas or scenes you would like to read; please feel free to e-mail me and let me know.

Thanks As Always!!!

DiorNicole