Hey you all everybody acting like you're stupid people wearing 'spensive clothes! Oh goodness, I just realized I just revealed how much of a Lost freak I really am! I know the lyrics to You All Everybody! Oh goodness...anyways here's the next Tailies chapter - centric on Amelia! :) Thanks to all who reviewed!


"Amelia!" Janet Scott yelled after her daughter as Amelia packed up her bags in a huff

"What, Mother," 23 year old Amelia said sarcastically, emphasizing the second word, her lip curling back in an almost sneer like manner. She just needed to get out of there – out of her house.

"If you walk out of that door and get on that plane then that's it! You will never be welcome in this house again!" Janet yelled as she watched her daughter stamp around the room angrily grasping at her things.

"Good!" she shouted back, halting her movements for the briefest of moments, "That's what I want!"

Janet's eyes widened as she looked at her daughter, her mouth open in a wordless gasp.

"Can't you see that I don't want the life that you want me to have, I don't want the things you want me to have, heck, I don't even want the stupid boring 9 to 5 office job that you want me to have!" Amelia screamed, her hands curling at her sides, clenching into fists, as her eyes rested on her sister who had popped up behind their mother smirking brightly.

"I only want the best for you, Amelia! Why can't you see that!" her mother retorted, as her face flushed a shade of plummy red.

"Mom, you should know by now that nothing gets through that hollow skull of hers!" Rachel chuckled as she watched her sister whip around and glare at her.

"Why don't you just keep out of this?" Amelia seethed, but Rachel just stepped further into the room, enjoying taunting her older sister.

"Oh, no, I couldn't do that Amelia. This is just way too good. It's about time Mommy and Daddy found out just how much a waste of space you are," Rachel said, laughing her high-pitched, nasally laugh.

Amelia couldn't hold it any longer. In one swift movement, she walked across the room and closed the gap between them. Amelia socked Rachel straight in the face, knocking her out.


Amelia sat on the beach, looking out at the water.

I'll never see them again, Amelia thought wistfully, Maybe – maybe I should've…

No, she couldn't think like that. She couldn't think about the fact that no one knew they were here, that this island was inhabited by strange natives…she couldn't think about any of that. It was too overwhelming…to think that she might never leave this place…she might not ever get away…

She sighed.

Eko sat down next to her.

He didn't speak a single word.

But somehow, it was comforting to have him there. He was a gentle giant – someone she knew she could trust.

"What are we going to do?" she whispered.

He just put his hand on her shoulder, and nodded

At least someone understands, she thought.


RaeAnn followed her brother through the jungle.

"Derrick, wait up!" she called angrily, "Derrick!"

She wanted to take him by throat and shake him back and forth until she heard the familiar crack of a neck snapping. She wanted to punish him for how he ruined her life.

She had to run to keep up with him, but she was determined to keep up. She didn't care how he got onto this island, she didn't care why he was here – she only knew that she wanted to hurt him, to make him pay.

Suddenly, her brother stopped and turned on her.

"Derrick?"

"Did you really think I was your brother?"

"What?"


Catherine sat on the beach with Natalie and Bernard.

"Why were you on the flight?" Bernard asked the two of them.

"I was going to visit some relatives," Catherine said halfheartedly, "You see, I'm getting married soon and I wanted to see them before the wedding."

"Congratulations," Bernard said to Catherine, his voice genuine, "What about you, Natalie?"

"I was with my – uh, my husband," Natalie said, "His dad died, and we were bringing the body back to the States."

Bernard nodded. Catherine pushed took off her glasses for a few seconds, wiping the lenses clean on the hem of her shirt.

"I was with my wife Rose," Bernard said, "She traded seats with someone who didn't want to sit by their husband. She was in the midsection after she traded."

Natalie breathed in deeply, gathering all of her courage.

"Um, excuse me, Bernard?" Natalie interjected, swallowing hard, "I – I have to tell you something. I was the woman who traded spots with your wife. It's my fault you two were separated."

Bernard's jaw dropped slightly, and his eyes watered. He looked like he didn't know what to say, or how to say it.


"What the heck, John? Of all the people you went with, it just HAD to be her! It had to be her, it had to be Rachel, didn't it?" twenty-four year old Amelia yelled, trying to hold back the tears that were welling up in her eyes, making her head feel hot and pounding.

"I'm sorry, it just happened…but it didn't mean anything, I swear! It was a onetime thing and she – she seduced me!" John protested, seeming like he was grasping at straws. He ran his hand through his hair as he paced around the room.

"I don't give a crap that it was a onetime thing! You still did it and with my sister, of all people! This wouldn't have hurt so much if it was with anyone else! How could you do this to me?" she cried, trying to hold back the lump that was growing in her throat.

"It just happened, Amelia! I was drunk, I can't even remember it!" John said, and Amelia's eyes flashed at that. She slammed her hands down on the table and stood up.

"You are unbelievable! Absolutely unbelievable!" she yelled at him as she held back the tears, "I trusted you with everything, more than I trusted anyone in the world! Biggest mistake I ever made! I'm an idiot."

Her voice had gotten quieter and quieter as she went on, until she was almost mumbling to herself.

"Please Amy, please just –" John began, walking over to her, trying to put his arm around her quaking shoulders. She violently shook his arm away.

"Just – just go. Get out. Get away. Get out, get out of my house, get out of my life," she said to him, her voice shaking, but firm.

He tried again to comfort her, but she literally pushed him away.

"Go."


Amelia couldn't help but think of John as she stood on the beach, letting the water come up and kiss her feet. She almost…missed him. Dang idiot…somehow she missed him.

And a tiny, tiny part of her even missed Rachel.

Amelia overheard a little bit of a conversation drifting over from a few yards away.

"It's Donald, his leg. The infection is getting worse. He'll be the 4th to go," the blonde psychiatrist said. Oh, goodness, how many more were going to die?

"What are we supposed to do about that?" Ana-Lucia asked, raising her eyebrows.

Amelia didn't know the answer to Ana-Lucia's question. Not that it was her place to be answering, or eavesdropping for that matter. But she almost sympathized with Ana. The poor woman was probably wildly overwhelmed – and she probably only lashed out because she was under mass amounts of pressure.


Amelia was sat at the bar rolling the tumbler of tequila between her palms. She was already way past clean living but she didn't care. Not about a thing. She downed the contents of the glass and ordered another from the bar man. What a way to spend her twenty-sixth birthday.

"What's pretty girl like you doing in a place like this?" a deep voice drawled and she turned her head to see a handsome man with shaggy blond hair sitting down next to her.

"I could say the same for you!" she said bitingly as she sipped her drink.

"Ooo, a fiery one, eh? That cuts me to the core, Sparky," the man said, his deep Southern accent hitting her ears like knives, as he clutched his chest dramatically.

She let out a deep throaty laugh escape her.

"But seriously, this is no place for a girl like you," he said again, sipping at his beer slowly, "You got your whole life ahead of you."

"I'm not just any girl – I can handle myself perfectly fine!" she said, her eyes flicking to his for only a second before falling back down to her drink. This distraction might actually be welcome. Especially a male distraction after everything with John.

"I can see that, Legs!" the man whistled lightly as he checked her out once again.

She rolled her eyes at his remark.

"So, Cowboy, what are you doing here?" she said back to him, deciding to play at his game.

"You know just coming for a quiet drink, see the wonderful sights of Sydney!" he said, his voice ridden with innuendos. She scoffed slightly.

"Wow, you're just full of the cheesy lines, aren't you?" she said, finally rotating her entire body to face him full on.

"You don't seem to mind though," he whispered into her ear and she had to admit that she didn't. And in her drunken state any rational thinking had gone out of the window.

"No I don't mind a bit," she said to him smiling at him cheekily, "So, Mr. South, what's your name then?"

She had decided that if she was going to sleep with him she may as well know his name.

"Name's Sawyer. And what might yours be?" he replied and she held out her hand to him.

"Amelia Scott."


It was their fifth day on the island. And now, all of them were burying Donald, the man with the injured leg.

Natalie and Libby had done their best, but they hadn't been able to save the poor man.

RaeAnn was still missing.

Amelia stood there, watching them put the bloodied body into the ground, when suddenly, black dots began flooding her vision.

And then everything went dark.


She was on the floor in the dark alleyway. Every part of her body screamed out in agon,y and she was struggling to put a coherent thought together. She tried to fight through the haze and remember how she got there.

Slowly, the memories of what had happen began to flood back into her mind.

Amelia was walking down the street her music playing in her ears. She'd just had a blazing row with her sister once again. She didn't know why really…it was probably something stupid as usual. They shouldn't argue so much – most sisters who were only two years apart got along. A nineteen year old and a seventeen year old should be more mature. But Amelia and Rachel…Amelia and Rachel weren't.

She was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she failed to notice a large group of people following just behind her. In a flash she felt a few pairs of hands wrench her into an alley. The next thing she felt was pain, blinding pain running through her head and her ribs and her arms as feet stamped down on her and fists connected with her flesh. She was sure one of them had a baseball bat as a loud crack sounded through the air as her rib cracked under the pressure.

The pain was so intense that she couldn't breathe and she could feel the hot blood streaming through her head and her many wounds. Amelia didn't know how long she had been on the floor for, only that it had felt like an eternity.

Their voices were muffled as they finally finished their assault and rummaged through her pockets taking her phone, her mp3 player, and all of her money. With one last crippling kick to the head, everything went dark.

So, what did you all think of that one? Thanks a billion to GwenCooper92 for helping out with Amelia's flashbacks! :) Review and tell me how you're feeling about the characters! Tell me what you want to happen next! Who you want to see more of! :)


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What is Jack's blood type?

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Jack is the only main character to have met all of the other main characters.


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Why/how can Hurley communicate/speak with dead people?


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Lily