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.

Disclaimer: I don't own the idea. If I did, would I be writing fanfic?

Not Really….

This above all: to thine own self be true-Hamlet

Five Hours and Seven Minutes Before the Crash

When he had told his parents that he was going to be a doctor, they had been thrilled. Their only child, a doctor! What kind would he be? Had he thought of the hospital he'd like to intern at? Had- He had had to stop them there and make it clear to them. He was going to be a child psychologist and work with the welfare service. His parents hadn't been that happy with that. To top that off he had had to deal with his parent's mocking him. They'd introduce him as their son, the 'doctor'. It was humiliating.

"Pardon me, sir?" He looked up too see an attractive stewardess. "Would you like a drink or a pillow? Magazine?"

He shook his head. "No, thank you." With that said, he went back to his lap top.

"Oh, you're a doctor." He looked up at the stewardess and then at the email he had been writing, he had written 'Dr.' "Doctor, we've got a pregnant girl toward the front and-"

"I'm not a doctor." He cut in. "Not really. I'm a child psychologist. I don't really know enough about-"

"That's okay." She smiled one of those fake stewardess smiles. "If you need anything, just ask." She smiled again and he noticed her teeth were unusually white. "Sir." She nodded and walked away.

He went back to his email, but found that he just couldn't write it anymore. The whole thing with the stewardess had bothered him. She had actually been disappointed that he wasn't a 'real' doctor. Well, was it his fault that some idiot pregnant woman was flying? No. No, it was not.

You're bitter. He thought. He mentally scoffed. You are actually bitter that you chose to work with children in a field you love instead of going to medical school and become a doctor. Need a remind you, that you hate the sight of blood? That you're freaked out by the mere thought of other people and their waste? Thought not.

He angrily closed his lap top. The thing was, he had done what he wanted to in live and he wasn't happy with himself. He hadn't been completely honest with himself, he supposed. If he had just gone to medical school like his parents had wanted, it would all be different. With a deep sigh, he opened his lap top again and started work on the email: "From the Desk of Dr. Seth Mitchell, I regret to inform you that I will not be attending this year's country club-" He shook his head and erased the email. Who was he kidding? He'd go to the thing and he'd let himself be the butt of everyone's jokes. He was weak that way. And deep down he knew he'd always be weak.

kokobunny-I'm not sure if I'll ever out right say what happens to them. I think, for now, it's up to the reader. Though, ideas for a whole series are swimming around my head right now.

Freckles-Thank you. :)

suspencer-Thank you. This chapter isn't my favorite, but maybe you'll like it. I think it is more a character study that I'll have to write more on, then anything else.

Nell-Thanks for the two reviews.