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.

A/N 2: I would like to thank my reviewer for the reviews. :) I have thought about going back and exploring the characters in chapters later on. I have a few more chapters I would like to write first. Actually, I have this idea of Walt and Tam meeting outside a restroom, I just think they would have an interesting talk about fathers. ;)

The Pretty One and The Smart One

The course of true love never did run smooth- Midsummer Night's Dream

Six Hours and Fifteen Minutes Before the Crash

"We are going to be late." Richard 'Lance' Lansford stated in his usual 'whatever' tone. Nothing ever seemed to phase him, including the fact that they were going to be late for their flight back to the states.

"Well, if we are late…then we are late." Edwina 'Ed' Lansford said with a shrug. "There's always another flight."

"And you're parents would love that. I "kidnap", -please notice the sarcastic quotation marks I've just made with my fingers- their youngest daughter and whisk her away to Vegas, where I marry her. Then, we hop a plane to Oz for a three day honeymoon. Not that we need it, as we've had sex before." Lance glanced at a nun that was walking into the airport with them. "Hi, sister. She's my wife now, so stop glaring at me. We're going to have sex again. Maybe even on the plane."

Ed let out a loud and clear laugh. "Lance! I am not having sex with you on a plane."

"Yeah, but you got to admit it, freaking out the religious folks is half the fun of living." Lance winked at Ed. They linked hands and started to where they needed to go.

"So, do you think that your old man is going to have a heart attack or just skip to having me put in jail?" He narrowed his eyes on his new wife. "Think he'll bring up the fact that I bedded you when I was nineteen and you were sixteen? Sure, it was years ago, but your Dad hates me."

Ed bit her lower lip. "I'm just wondering what my Uncle Mo will do to you? I mean, sure he liked you before…but, now? Man practically raised me. And what is Granddad going to say? Oh, and Uncle-"

"Stop! You are aware that you have way too many male role models in your life? Cut some cords, Eds."

Ed just made a face before taking Lance's hand and kissing it gently. "Okay, I'll cut you as soon as we get back to Orange County."

The couple were now standing in front of the check in. "You're not funny, you know. You're the pretty one, I'm the funny one. Try and keep it straight, me dear." Lance looked at the clerk. "Hi, the Lansford family, flight 815."

Ed just smirked at her husband. She walked away from him and toward the gate, a moment later Lance was by her side. "You're comp-" He was cut off by the sound of Ed's cell phone. Ed took it out of her pocket and they both looked down, it was her Granddad's number.

Ed answered in a breezy tone. "Hello, Granddad. Is Grandma with you? She is. And Gramps, and Uncle Mo, and Uncle Joey, and Great Grandfather and even my Dad. Wow, that's a lot of people in one room that hate each other." She looked toward Lance and cracked a smile. "I wasn't being cute. I was being me. I'm witty. Ask anyone, ask Lance. Yeah…oh…" Ed rolled her eyes and leaned against a wall a foot from the gate. "Mmm…yeah." She put her free hand out and moved it around, to let Lance know that her Granddad wasn't shutting up. "Mmm…I see. Arresting and annulling if there was a marriage. Yeah, but Lance looks awful in orange. Really. He is here with me, touching me actually. Inappropriately?" Lance raised an eyebrow from where he stood; not touching her. "Is there any other way? He's been touching me that way for years. All over the place."

"Tell them about the junior dance and the janitor's closet." Lance stage whispered. He paused. "I never did find my tie."

Ed just smiled as she turned her cell off. "Here's the news,"

"Do share." Lance interrupted.

"We get back home and they're having you arrested for kidnapping and the marriage is to be annulled. They plan on bringing up the fact that you stole their car and uh, something about statutory rape." Ed shrugged. "So it should be a party when we get back."

"I'll wear my bells." Lance gave the stewardess their tickets. "I'm going to be put in jail and have a three hundred pound cell mate named Tiny or Laurie." He told her with a wink. The stewardess just stared at the young couple. "Me dear?"

"Mmm?"

"I do not look forward to our 'Welcome Home' party." He paused. "Think it would be rude of me to wish this plane would crash or at least run out of gas. You know, so we'd have a few more days to just be us. Just be perfect."

Ed chewed on her lower lip for a moment. "You know, Lance, I do think it would be a little rude of you. Best to not wish we'd crash, though the running out of gas idea is a good one. You just find a way to get to the cockpit and tell the pilot that we've run out of gas and have to pull over. It worked on me."

Lance chuckled. "You're not funny, you know. You're the pretty one, I'm the funny one. Try and keep it straight, my love." He smiled at her, took her hand up to his lips and gently kissed her hand.