A/N: Okay, it's been a year, and it's a revised version of the same chapter I posted a year ago, but there's a good reason for this.

I've decided to try one chapter per island day. And seeing as I had this one written up already, and it had two days, I felt to renew my LOST fanficing with this.

And technically it counts as a Two Parter, seeing as it's one episode. And centering on Faith.

Unfortunately, because of house problems, I could only upload this chapter as it's the only one that's finished. Hopefully, I can get the other chapter out sometime this week.

This time I know what to do with the characters. Good thing that it took over a year so that I can update this story to do all of this, but granted there were other issues that made continuing this story next to impossible.

And if you guys are interested and have a thing for mega crossovers with shows that make no sense, check out my latest stories, if you want.

A/N: Okay, okay. So, it's been more than a couple of months since I've updated this, but I have a lot of things to worry about over where I live, like my job, returning to the states when I'm old enough, failing most of my classes, (to hear more,see my blog Lostiesgirl . blogspot. com) But now, I think I'm ready to do this.

I've decided to try posting one episode per chapter, I couldn't really before, mostly because I haven't done my outline like I've done for the other seasons but if there's a big story, and there's enough for a split (which to me, i think it would be better, as I don' t think anyone can read all of my work in one sitting.)

Also, I really appreciate it if someone can review my work, as I think I could benefit well from a more experienced writer.

And, if it really matters, I'm posting this on my birthday today!

And this is a really long chapter, around 8,000 words. So, good luck.

Disclaimer: Don't own Lost, the characters from it, Charmed or the songs used in this chapter.

One way or another I'm gonna find ya

I'm gonna getcha getcha getcha

One way or another I'm gonna win ya

I'm gonna getcha getcha getcha

One way or another I'm gonna see ya

I'm gonna meetcha meetcha meetcha meetcha meetcha

one day, maybe next week

I'm gonna meetcha I'm gonna meetcha I'll meetcha...

One way or another - Blondie (1978)

Seven Survivors, sever confusion

A.K.A

Walkabout Part 1

A middle-aged man tapped his finger impatiently as he waited for the nurse to give him the prescriptions. The past few weeks have been uncharacteristically hard on his family, especially for his little girl. He still has the rest of the school year to deal with. The doctor may have deemed her to be in good health, but there's still the therapist to make an appointment with, and the medications.

The nurse came back to give him the three boxes of pills. He made his leave and headed towards the waiting room, where a little blonde girl, no more than barely 13, is sitting on a chair, kicking her feet, disinterested in her surroundings.

He quickly hid away the pamphlets that were sticking out of the his pocket, and walked up to her.

The little blonde girl looked up at the man, grinning at him. "It's been ages, daddy. Let's go already."

The father smiled, to cover the fact that inside he's worried. "Alright, come on Faith."

Faith stood up and grabbed his arm. "Come on, I want to see if there's any news about Rumpelstiltskin and Belle."

Faith's father took a deep breath and walked towards the exit.

Day 4

9/25/2004

Part of me keeps saying one day more we'll stay here. Yes, Then we'll be save and have our happy ending. And with most of our limbs. But none of that can be simple, is it. In our world?

Susan walked near to where Hurley is, who's sitting under a dark blue blanket. "Hey Hurley." She can't help the small smile that appeared on her face. He looked away from his CD player to look at her, smiling as he does so.

"Hey, dude. What's up?"

"The sky." She lightly smiled as she sat down in the sand, laughing at her own joke. "So," She pointed to the CD player. "I can see it's still working."

"Yeah. Lucky me, I put new batteries in before- well before this happen."

"Yup, Lucky us," She sarcastically said. A brief flash of the fuselage entered her mind, but she brushed it off. She quirked an eyebrow as she saw the extensive CD collection spilling out of a bright blue CD holder. "Great to see that we have another Music buff on this isle."

Hurley shrugged. "I like good music. That's all."

Susan looked down at the pile. She turned to Hurley."Can I see?"

He smiled brightly. "Sure, dude. Go on ahead."

She opened the holder as if it was holding a delicate book. Her happiness increased considerably as she reads the titles. "Damien Rice, Weezer, and Willie Nelson!" She looks up at him, her grin widening. "Very eclectic. Now, we need some Geronimo Jackson and we're set."

"The coolest band from the 70s?"

'Oh my gosh!' She widen her eyes, slightly surprised that someone other than - well, him - knows about an obscure late 70s band. "Yeah, them. I can't believe you even know them. You know, when I usually reference that in front of somebody, they don't really get it."

"Why not? They were awesome. Too bad they had the one album."

She nodded as the incredulous look on her face slightly faded. "I'm liking you more and more each day." She reached to flick one of his curly hair. "How about Curls?" She looked at him for a reaction of his new nickname.

Hurley's eyes widen, then shook his head. "Nah, doesn't feel right."

She nodded in agreement. Truth is, she didn't feel that it would mesh well anyway. "You sure you wanna keep Hurley, though? I mean I like it, but-" She emphasized with her hands towards Sawyer, who's just standing around. "Or do ya like the nickname?"

Before Hurley could say anything, Susan, by chance, glanced down on the sand and noticed a bright blue Frisbee. "Huh." She picked up the frisbee, inspecting it. " If only this was an Apollo Bar," She turned the frisbee to show Hurley the candy bar logo of the bright yellow letters. "But, with my luck it would be, instead, the big bar with the really little taste. " She inverted the well-known advertisement 'jingle'.

"Don't tempt me." Susan looked over to Hugo, who gave her a small smile. "I kinda like them."

She couldn't help but grin. "Tell you what, if we managed to find one bar, I promise to share the half with one another."

"Really?"

She shrugged. "Well, yeah. I have a thing for sweets and I tend not to be the greedy type. Well, unless there's more than one, then there's gunna be something to fight over." She looked at the frisbee. "Speaking of, want it?"

"Nah," He shook his head. "You don't want it?"

"Nope." She popped the 'p'. "With things going on, we'll probably get more than a workout than with a Frisbee." She flipped the frisbee. "Maybe use it as a plate?" She sighed as she glances around, trying to find random things for inspiration. Her eyes stopped at a little black boy playing with a dog, golden retriever by the looks of it. "Maybe make some kid's day." She waves her arm to the two. "Hey, kid!" The boy stopped what he was doing to look at her.

"What?" he said, confused.

"You know? " Hurley said, patting her back. " I don't think this is a good idea."

She rubbed the back of her neck. " Yeah... well, I think it's a good one. Has to count for something." Giving him a quick smile, She turned to the boy. " You wanna use this Frisbee?"

"Don't you guys want it?" He asked.

"Nope, we're good, dude." Hurley answered.

Walt looked wary at her, for a second until it turned into intrigued. "Yeah sure, I guess."

"Here you go." She threw the Frisbee to their side, which the dog the boy was playing with catching it in his mouth. She laughed a little. "My aim's getting better." She said, more to herself than the other people present. If only they knew.

The boy had more of a neutral tone towards the gift. "Thanks."

"You're welcome. I'm Susan, pleasure to make your acquaintance."

He gave her a blank stare. "Sure." He walked away, with the dog leaping after him.

Susan shivered for a second. Something about that felt, off. For some reason.

1 - - - - 6

Where are the slightest of chances that there could be forms of other beings. Which, to my knowledge, there hasn't. If they are indeed are, let these benevolent beings help us in our time of need.

Carmen walked into the jungle, carrying her suitcase. 'Please let it still be there, please.' She put her suitcase on the ground, next to a jagged rock that kinda looks like a lop-sided seat. She heard approaching footsteps and takes in a deep breath, in preparation to wing up an explanation. She turns around to see... just Lewis watching her a few feet away, taking a step back.

"Hey. Don't worry, Carm. It's just me." Lewis, her perpetual fiancée, id to her. Carmen visibly relaxed. "And I doubled check to see if we have unwanted company. We don't, by the way."

"Well, " She pointed her finger at him. "Don't scare me like that." She sat down on the rock seat. She looked at a rounded tree stump near it, skimming her hand around the strangely cut stump. Perfect smooth cut. She raised an eyebrow at the thought.

"Interesting..." Lewis referred to the seat. "Did you made that?"

Carmen lightly shook her head. "No. But kudos to who-ever did that, must have taken a while." She shuddered involuntarily while laying the suitcase on its side. Lewis walked over to her.

She opened it carefully and looked inside. Lewis decided to take a peek.

She took out 5 small books she had decided to take from her secret library, her wooden chalice, a pink seashell, a plastic bag of medium-sized candles of assorted colors, three pairs of clothes, a moon goddess [ design look: )0( ] necklace, a clay censor, a clay bowl and a small cauldron which inside is a small box of tarot cards and a pentacle plate covered by the book, her Book of Shadows which she sets on the tree stump.

Lewis looked at her, impressed. Really prepared for someone who was only going to be gone for about three days. She's covered her basics, even brought her spell book. 'I think I'm falling all over again.' Yet, there was something on the tip of his tongue.

She looked inside her bag, and gives a disappointed sigh.

"Looks like you have everything." Lewis said. "More than enough, I'd say, for more than a couple of months."

"It was everything I had in my room," Carmen shrugged. "Couldn't risk them searching through my things."

"You couldn't leave them with someone else, from that group of yours? Just seem like too much."

"Did, but I went to Prudence first," She frowned at the mental image of the short-haired brunette leader. "Ugh, that Super witch - wannabe, thinks because she's named after the 'greatest witch of our time' makes her better than everyone else and be all smug about it," Carmen chanced a glance at Lewis, who's confusion is evident. "Sorry, bit of the rambles, and then she practically told me to take my things with me. And she ended up right. As always. Maybe she might have known this would have happened. It would explain most things. Or really perceptive. Or even paranoid. " She looked down. " And besides it's not everything." She looked up to him. "I had to leave some of the more... questionable stuff back with Rayne, seeing as I don't want to be detained."

"Really?" Lewis asked. " Which things?"

"Well, the ones that had to involved animals." She stood up. "Better to be safe than sorry, you know. I mean, you heard about Smallville, Kansas, right?"

Lewis nodded. "Of course. The Luthers are the least insane thing about that town."

"Those people, most of them that entered there, they supposedly have powers from an asteroid that crashed there about 18 or so years ago. And they don't do a damn thing about it, except breed contempt for those unlucky few. If anyone finds out about witches, I could see a witch hunt coming up in the near future, or even worse."

"You don't have to explain things to me, Carmen. I may not be like you, but I understand a bit more than you thought."

"I know, but it's not like there's anyone else like me here. And repeating somethings never hurt nobody."

1 - - - - 6

Okay, that was a bit off, but I'm that sort of person. I think in other ways as well, like that the ones that thinks of others first even when it's not the ideal, might make it through alright.

Faith Harrington searched through the fifth luggage pile she found, for her own bag, increasing worry spreading through her mind.

'Damn it! Why didn't I just argue with the bald Australian guy about the overhead space!' She thought angrily.

She rubbed her hands on her blue striped shirt as she looked through some of the open bags to at least find an equivalent to Celexa. She may have been taught not to steal, but her parents haven't prepared her for this type of situation.

"Do you need a hand?" Faith looked up to hear the person with the American accent to find a tall dark guy in a brown vest over a purple long sleeve shirt, with notable pit stains. looking down on her.

Faith stood up to see him. He looked familiar but, again, something at the back of her mind is preventing her from where. "No, I'm fine. Just looking for something of mine." She turned around to resume the search.

The man with the vest gave a quirk of a smile behind her back. "Are all of these bags yours?"

Faith looked back towards the man. As much as she wanted the man to leave her, there might be a good chance that she's looking through his luggage.

"Not - not really." She looked back at the bags. She stood up straighter. "You didn't happen to see a suitcase covered with stickers, did you?"

The man raised one eyebrow. "What sort of stickers?"

Faith looked down, slightly self-conscious for a moment, but brushed it off, seeing it's absurd, given recent developments. "The ones that has stickers of a blue box, a guy with a very long scarf, and some about a man in a deerstark." She waited for the guffaws and chortles about her bag. As she heard from after her treatments to her latest ex.

"A blue box?" The man asked.

"Not just a blue box." Faith let out a small smile. "A TARDIS."

Slightly bemused, The man jerked his head towards some of the plane wreckage. "I think I saw it up ahead. I thought it was a nerdy teenager's... oh, sorry."

"It's fine, as the saying goes, There's no point being grown-up if you can't be childish sometimes. "

"That's an interesting saying. So, Do you want me to show you the way?"

Faith shrugged, but keeping that smile on her face. "Lead the way..."

"Henry." The man said, pleased to be able to find someone that's giving more than one or two words than what he got in the last few days. "Henry Davis Bloom."

Faith nodded in appreciation, and at the Smallville joke trying to brush through. "Faith Harrington." She held out her hand. "Pleased to finally meet a guy with three first names."

He laughed slightly as he shook her hand. "It's a pleasure to met you as well."

1 - - - - 6

Or I'm just a girl with an overactive imagination, from not being able to do much since she arrive, unless walking counts, coping with the strangest of circumstances...

Janelle Granger sets down her ball point pen and looked off into the distance as she started to contemplate that their chances of leaving are slim to none at this point. And what worries her still, will anyone worry for her?

She knew that her mother cares, just not when she has a wedding to plan with in her words 'the man of her dreams'. Will they drop everything to look for her? They didn't when she left, but, Janelle admitted, she's not the overbearing type of mother. She's the 'supporting what you do' type.

She sighed. On some days, she wished that she can have an adventure that only the heroines in the books that she would check out at the local Borders. And then she ended up here on an island where she's nothing more than a carry on.

She looked at the other survivors, like her. They're off having their adventures or making new friends or relationships, by the looks of the couple sitting on the beach sand, rifling through a CD collection. Whereas her, is sitting down, writing in her journal about the life around her. She figured that once she leaves this place, she could get the chance to sell the book for a whole lot of money. On the mental book cover in her head, there would be a tag marked: Inspired by real events.

She softly chuckled as she twirled her pen around. Like that would ever happened... who would read her story?

She glanced at Joanna Miller. She's laying down, next to a bright blonde haired woman. Laughing away at some half-attempted joke. She scoffed. Probably one of those dumb blonde bimbo. She gasped softly. 'You're just confused,' She thought to herself. 'Nothing more.'

Faith Harrington looked outside the car window, to watch old building passing by. She had asked her dad for the time, but mostly to grabbed her hands on his new amazing phone, as an in joke between them, but her father misunderstood and just told her that it's March 22.

That prompted her to look outside the window. 'Almost ten days,' She thought, since her accident. She knew that it, at least had to be a handful of days after the surgery, but to go so far as to be nine days, well, no wonder her dad looks like he's stressed. As much as she wanted to ask about the different, older car, she just said nothing, and listen to the radio as it sang an old song from almost two decades ago.

Came in from a rainy Thursday on the avenue,

Thought I heard you taking softly

I turned on the lights, the TV and radio,

Still I can't escape the ghost of you.

"Crazy," some would say.

Where is the life that I recognize?

Gone away...

The silence was ended as they rolled up to the house. Faith moved her hand in anticipation of coming home.

Faith opened the door to her house, in all her excitement of coming home, she left her bag on the car seat.

Her father let out a small smile as he went to the other side of the car to retrieve it. 'Somethings do stay the same.' He thought.

Faith walked up the brick staircase to her large home. The first thing was off to her was the door, it looked as thought it was a while since it was painted, which is odd because their door was normal the last time that she saw it.

She opened the door, and the minute that she went inside, just about everything was off. The front door was a parlor that connected to other rooms. The first door that Faith went through was vastly different from just less than two weeks ago, the TV is now a bulky ton of an old computer screen and the movie library that she had set up during last summer is replaced by Betamax tapes of animation movies.

She should have waited.

The sounds of someone moving around in the kitchen prompted her to head straight there, hoping that her mother made her favorite. She stopped in her tracks as she saw that the kitchen too has been remodeled, and that her mother is not alone.

A brown-haired teenager of about 17 years of age was helping her mother set up the rearranged dinner table.

"Gayle," Her mother said loudly as her back was to the door. "Make sure that you have enough of the Angel Hair pasta for your sister - " Her mother stopped as she turn and saw Faith at the door way. The 42-year-old grinned as she saw her daughter. "Look who's home!" She smiled brightly.

Gayle looked at Faith expectantly. "Hey Faith."

A shudder went through Faith. She ran out of the doorway and up towards the stairs.

Gayle ran after her. "Faith, please!" She said, in despair.

Faith covered her ears as she ran up the stairs. "You're not my sister! I've always been an only child!"

1 - - - - 6

Faith and Henry walked up ahead to search for her bag.

"So," Faith started to say to start-up a conversation. "First time to Sydney?"

Henry though for a moment. "Yeah, it was. How about you?"

Faith tried not to think to much of the past few days. "Yeah the first time, and hopefully the last time."

"Last time, huh." Said Henry. "So I'm guessing either family stuff or relationship troubles."

"Bit of both." She said carefully. She let out a small smile. "So have you found your stuff too? Or you're the type to travel light?"

Henry chuckled a bit. "Only the one."

They stopped around a pile of suitcases that an orangery blonde woman and a Brazilian looking man is looking through.

Faith smiled in relief as she saw her suitcase, with stickers and all. She turned back to Henry. "Well, thank you kind stranger, for helping me in my time of need." She did a mock curtsy.

"Well, you're welcome, young maiden." He bowed his head, jokingly. "I am happy to help a damsel in distress."

Faith couldn't contain the giggle in her voice. "Good to know that." She grabbed a hold of the handle. "Tell me when you find one, I'll make sure to pass on the memo." Faith walked away, a smile on her face just as she passing a Mexican woman and a blonde haired man walking with each other, hand in hand, with a suitcase themselves in the middle.

1 - - - - 6

Carmen hold onto the container holding the flowers and plants she found, while Lewis has the suitcase in the middle.

They both had a smile on their faces, even though inside they're far from jubilant.

They made it to a place under a propped wing. Carmen took out the plants from the container, while Lewis took out the suitcase to find a book.

He hands the book over to her, Carmen open the little latch the Book of Shadows has to find the section she wrote about plants. When she did, the pages of that section started to grow more in pages, until it has twice as much as the book appeared to have originally.

"I've never seen that type of spell before, how did you do that?"

Carmen shrugged. "Going away present from when I graduated from school." She smiled softly at the memory forming in her head. "My papi said that it works great in case I have a thief for a roommate. Or any occasion, really." She frowned. "If only he could meet Susan," She started to check the index for flowers, which she had marked by similarity and then by name.

Carmen looked up at Lewis. "It's going to take a while to find if I have it."

Lewis nodded. "That's fine." He stretched his back. "I'm good with waiting."

As the couple started on their project, a conflicted blonde tried to finish a conversation with another blonde who's sunbathing with whatever sun that's left.

As she laughed along with Hurley about Batman and Robin, she glanced around to find Jack, not to check if he was okay, although that's a part of it. Just to ask what happened to that man, which, Susan has a deep suspicious, was that guy with the gash. Two gunshots to kill a dying man. She shuddered.

"You okay?"

Susan looked towards Hurley, a question forming in her mind.

"Yeah, but, Hurley?"

"What, dude?"

She wanted to say something, but like what, that as much as she enjoyed his company, she has to find her brother. But... "Do you happened to see a certain time travel eighties trilogy?"

"Are you kidding me? Of course I have."

Susan smiled brightly as she began to talk about the second film, while hoping that Jack doesn't try to talk to her for the rest of the day. If he doesn't want to talk to his sister about this, that's fine.

1 - - - - - 6

Janelle sighed as Joanna came back, safe and without a flush on her.

She started to flip to a different page in her journal and write about the different interactions of the survivors. Anything to keep her mind off of her confusing growing feelings for Joanna.

"Hey there, Tiger!" Jo said to Janelle. "How've you been without me?"

Janelle nodded nonchalantly. "So far, so good. It'd be even better if a rescue plane can show up already." She looked up in the sky to find anything that's flying around, all she got in reward for that look was a pink and orange sky and a setting sun.

Joanna shrugged as she sat down . "You know, you can try to do a bit of something around here."

Janelle gave her a look that convenes, 'Are you kidding me?'. "You're not joking?" She pointed at herself. "My special skill is to swim, and unless an island is going to appear in front of us, I don't see I can be much help."

"You can help up with my special project." She said with a mischief grin.

"Which is?" She's probably going to regret that, isn't she?

Joanna took that moment to lean closer to her, positioning herself to whisper in her ear. "Well, we've haven't check the whole island, have we?"

Janelle pulled back with a wide - eyed expression. "You're not serious?"

"No, I'm only doing this to drown." Jo said in a serious tone, her features matching that expression, until she couldn't help it and gave Janelle her tongue in teeth smile.

1 - - - - - 6

Faith went to her little corner of the crash site, mindful of anyone that's looking in her direction. She zipped the suitcase open, which to her relief, were untouched.

She let out a sigh of relief. 'Guess the geek stickers must have turned James off,' She thought absentminded as she searched for an empty notebook with a ball point pen.

She took a deep breath. And counted to five in her mind, giving her a bit of strength to start to write.

James Ford, came to the Island because of deep-seated revenge.

H. Hurley Reyes, big fun guy and became a Big Good.

S. S. B. Adopted but was never told.

She sets down the notebook to find her prescription of Clexa. She inspected the bottle. She sets it back down in the suitcase.

A thought came to her. She picked up the pen again.

Henry Davis Bloom.

Henry James Olsen

Davis Bloom, Doomsday.

She shook her head and crossed the names off. 'Probably nothing.'

Bark! Bark! Bark! Bark!

Faith groggily blinked as she was awaken by Vincent barking about something. By the time that she stood to her feet, most of the camp was up and walking towards the noise. She, reluctantly, walked ahead.

Janelle and Joanna were as far away from the noise while still being a part of the group.

Susan, Carmen and Toker walked towards the sound of the noise. Toker, having the foresight to grab a piece of debre.

Henry was one of the nearest people near the noise.

Susan clenches her hand as they neared. 'Okay, okay.' She thought. 'You can do this, nothing to worry. It's not like it could be the same thing that thrashed a line of trees from the first night.' She looked down at her hand, and upon noticing that her knuckles where starting to turn white, she released her hand.

She looked up and saw that Jack is standing near her, with a determined look on his face. "Just in the nick of time, Captain America."

That earned a chuckle out of him. "Not really the time for that, Susan."

Faith eyed Jack. 'Defacto leader, add that for the journal.' She made a mental note.

"What is it?" Kate Austen asked.

"Somebody's in there." Claire Littleton, the 8 month pregnant girl said.

Faith massaged her forehead. 'What in the-' She thought.

1 - - - - 6

Jack Shephard shook his head knowingly, " Sawyer."

"Right behind you." Jack and Susan turned around to see the creepy cowboy wannabe. "Jackass."

'Nice pun, you jerkass.' Susan smirked at the thought as Jack took out a flashlight he managed to find and moved towards the plane." Jack , I think we should wait for whatever it is to come out..."

"It's be fine." Jack said.

Sawyer follows with a big flashlight. He smirks at Susan.

'Freud's at work here, must be happy to have something in this day and age.' Susan spotted Hurley walking up closely to her. " What do you think it is?"

"Whatever it is..."

A wild animal squeals out.

Susan widen her eyes at the sight. "Crap pants!" She uttered.

"Aw, hell." Said Faith.

Janelle can hear the rustling and growls of a wild animal. She though on instinct.

"Run!" She cried out, as she practically fled.

"Do as she says!" Faith shouted back as she shoots out of the crowd.

"Come on!" Susan shouted as she intuitively grabs Hurley's hand as they and the rest of the camp run away. As they run, Susan trips on something, she starts to fall, grabs Hurley in an attempt to stabilize herself.

Carmen and Lewis are running as fast as they can, Lewis's little piece long forgotten on the sandy floor.

"They can't catch us," Lewis remarked. "We're the gingerbread men."

"Really?" Carmen shouted as they start to circle back. "You'd want the warty hogs to get us?!"

"Are you kidding me?! How is that going to attract hogs?"

"When people say that somethings not going to get them, they get caught."

"But they're hogs, it's not like they can change- oh." He started to say his sentence loudly, but as he got to 'change', he finished quietly.

Faith ran in a zig - zag motion, heading towards her area. As she jumped over a large piece of debre, she made the jump, but tumbled to the floor.

A warm pair of hands grabbed her shoulders. She was pulled to her feet by Henry.

Faith let out a short smile. "Thank you for saving me from my own feet, sir knight."

Henry let out a short breath. "I have to ask you sometime about the medieval thing."

"Maybe tomorrow." She looked around and stretched her back as soon as there were no hogs in sight. "See you then, vest man." She pointed at him and walked off.

As she turned away from him, her half smile became a frown.

1 - - - - 6

Janelle started to run as quick as she could, a vivid memory started to cloud her mind. She could hear the harsh pavement on her shoes as she runs away from her attacker.

"No!" She shouted as someone grabbed her and pulled her to the ground. She turned around to see who it is, which, to her surprise was a long haired blonde man.

She quickly stood up, moving as far as possible. And strangely hearing white noise. No.. It can't be..

"What's wrong with you?" A familiar female voice said as she started to stand up. "You could have been trampled!"

Janelle quickly blinked as she sees that it's just Joanna, looking at her with worry. Her surroundings are just pieces of the wreckage. She sighed with relief. "Well," She whispered. " I'm not." She started to wrap her arms around her. "I'm right here, and I'm safe."

Joanna paused as she took in her words.

1 - - - - 6

" Whoa." Susan opened her eyes wide as she sees what looks like three dark pigs going into the jungle. "That was close." She feels her heart racing a mile a minute as she layed her head on Hurley's chest.

"Yeah, dude. what was that any way?"

Without looking up at him, she speculated. "Maybe they are what made the big noise a few days back."

Hurley looked back up to the trees. "I think they're a little too small for that."

Susan shuddered at the thought. "Then that means we have a lot of things to watch out for here."

Hurley flexed his arms. "I think we can get up now."

Susan half smiled, but realized that he's right. "Oh, um right!" She scrambled to her feet. She held out her hand. "Come on, lazybones."

Hurley grabbed her hand and was pulled to his feet. They both shared a smile.

1 - - - - 6

Faith went back to her book, opened it up to another page.

Bella Swan, evil human succubus

James Ford, redneck revenge seeking redemptive man.

It's starting again.

She tapped her pen at the last letter she wrote. She looked back at the open suitcase, at the medication.

Faith found her room with ease, but as she slammed the door shut, her eyes widen at the changes made to it. All of her posters were not on the walls, the color of the wall is painted jungle green instead of TARDIS blue, and, Faith realized as she went to her desk, a big bulky Apple computer.

She furrowed her brows. "The hell?"

She looked around for her mini TV, but all she found was like a walkie-talkie radio. Slightly unnerved, she turned it on.

'So, for all those radical youths, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles III is highly rated on our 'Newly Movie Madness,' Tune in for tomorrow, March 23rd, 1993, to find out the new movie list. And see the most famous teen actor have a -"

Faith quickly turned it off, and threw it onto her bed. She walked a few steps, but stopped and headed straight for the door and locked it. She put her back against the door

Gayle and her mother started to knock on the door. "Faith, please," Her mother pleaded. "Open up!"

Faith felt the tears fall from her eyes. 'It's not them, it can't be them, I- it's not them.' She thought over and over again as she rocked her body back and forth. ' The year's wrong, it's wrong!'

Songs used:

Duran Duran - Ordinary World (1993)

[And others that were mentioned and had the information]

A/N:

Okay, okay, this is probable the most rewritten fanfic that I had ever done. Might have to with this connecting with my other stories, but there you go.

I have this storyline mapped out for this first season, and seeing as I mentioned other stories, beyond that, but you see, I had to fit in about seven given OCs in, and technically three of them belong to the Extended Universe of Lost like online things or books and they're not the only survivors on the isle, so it's slightly difficult for me to do that.

And also outside problems, but I'll try to finish these rounds of chapters and see where I go.

P.S: Toker's name, yeah it was a shout out to Linkara. Best I put that out there.