A/N: Because I thought the idea of the other people on the flight was interesting. For your reading pleasure, I have for you a few one-shots about other people that were on flight 815. They are all original or semi-original characters, though there are no Mary Janes. That's right, you won't find 'so and so was Sawyer's lover.' Now, if these characters died or if they are somewhere on the island, while I guess it's really what you think.

Also, I'm going with a guess and saying the plane crashed six hours after take off.

China Dolls

True friendship is like sound health; the value of it is seldom known until it be lost.
-Charles Caleb Colton

Six Hours and Twenty Minutes Before the Crash

Tom Twain always assumed he had become friends with Barry Finn because of their names. Their names always reminded Tom of two boys from Mark Twain's books. Tom also always assumed that he had only become close to Barry's younger sister because of Barry. Of course that wasn't true. Even after Barry's death Tom still wanted to be by Barry's younger sister. He supposed that was why he had dropped everything and rushed to Australia with Finn had called him. Tom still needed and wanted Finn in his life.

She had called him up one night at four in the morning and tearfully begged for Tom to come get her. She had said that the man she had gone to Australia with wasn't treating her right and that she didn't want to stay anymore. And like an idiot, Tom had gotten on a plane the next morning and headed off to take her home.

Now, the two of them sat in chairs and waited to board flight 815. Tom watched Finn from the corner of his blue eyes and wondered if she was alright. It had always been her to take care of him and now it was different and he wasn't sure how to deal with it.

"They'll know." Finn stated softly. She didn't look up from her hands, but Tom knew she was looking at him through her long hair. "Everyone will see it on my face." Finn looked at Tom and he flinched when he saw her black eye and bruises. "All those people on that stupid plane will know I'm some abused girl and," Finn sighed heavily. "and somehow they'll know what I did about it."

"You didn' do anythin'." Tom told her. He tried to smile, but failed. So, instead he awkwardly patted Finn's arm. "What you did, you had to do. No one blames you. And no one will know. Know why? Cause second we get on that plane, it's over."

Finn nodded slowly. "Yeah."

They sat in silence for a while. Finn stared down at her hands and Tom just looked straight ahead.

"Tom?" Tom looked over at Finn. "Do you remember when we first met? It was my fifteenth birthday and Barry brought you to the group home I was at. You," she chuckled softly to herself. "you bought me a crappy card. I thought it was strange that a twenty-five year old man would be hanging out with a nineteen year old kid. But, then Barry told me you had taken him under your wing."

"Yeah," Tom nodded slowly. "I always liked your brother." It hit him and he shook his head with a chuckle. "I can' believe I've know you seven years."

"Still see a kid who was so happy to get a China doll from her big brother, do ya?" Finn teased.

"Nah, you're a grown girl now." Tom awkwardly looked away, suddenly feeling uncomfortable and slightly dirty. But, why should he? Three weeks ago he and Finn and been close, so close that it had come as a shock when she actually left to go with that abusive bastard to Australia. Then again, it had probably just been because of Barry's death. "Wait here." Tom smiled at Finn as he got up and walked over to the gift shop.

He returned a few minutes later with a bag, which he handed to Finn the second he sat down. "You thought I forgot? Today's your birthday. Happy 22nd, Finn."

Finn beamed as she opened the bag. A small gasp escaped her lips as she pulled out a box, with a china doll inside it. It looked like the one her brother had gotten her seven years ago: dark hair and eyes, dressed in a little pink dress with a matching pink bow in the hair. "Oh, Toms, she's…thank you."

Tom shrugged in that way of his that made it seem like he bought women dolls every day and that it wasn't anything huge. "Yeah, well, you're welcome…I guess. Whatever, you know. Just happy birthday."

Finn opened the box and pulled the doll out. She smoothed its hair out and held the doll close to her chest. "It's the best birthday gift in seven years. You're-you're simply the best."

Tom rolled his eyes upward. He had never been good at emotions. "Don' you dare go all girl on me now, darlin'."

Finn smiled a sad smile. "I've missed that." She told him softly. "I've missed you calling me things. I've just missed you, period." She looked at the doll's head and then up at Tom. "Toms, maybe when we get back to the states, you could call me darlin' more often? Maybe you could call me all kinds of things more often? And -and maybe you can buy me more china dolls?"

"You're saying, what? You want me and you to hang out more? Darlin', knowin' what we both know…I'd say we'll be spending a hell out of a lot of time together." He reached out and lovingly smoothed out Finn's blonde hair. "We're goin' to be just fine. It's me and you against the world."

"Yeah, we get on that plane and our destinies change forever. Are you willing to deal with that, just for me?" She searched his eyes for an answer, but as always they held none. What was the answer, was the forehead kiss he gave her.