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 do not own the idea for 'Lost'. I do own all characters that do not appear of the show. Also, I do not own any quotes or song lyrics, they belong to whoever wrote them.

The Scott Montgomery

Fame! I'm goin' live forever!-Fame

Three Hours and Twenty Minutes Until the Crash

Scott Montgomery had once been a star. At age seventeen, Scott had gotten a role on the drama The New People; the show lasted seven seasons and won several Emmys. During his time on The New People, Scott was also in five hit movies. So, he always thought he'd be okay when the show went off the air. He wasn't-Scott was no longer a star. Three years after the show had ended, Scott was a has been-he was twenty-seven.

He always thought that the trouble of it was that he had peaked to early. He should have held off on acting until he was older or wiser or both.

Scott sat in the back of the plane, wishing for the days of first class. If The New People had still been on, he would have been in first class. He would have been enjoying a large amount of adult drinks instead of sitting next to a woman that would not shut the hell up. Like Scott really cared about her four grandchildren.

He excused himself and made his way to one of the restrooms; sadly it was occupied. Scott knocked and a female voice answered him: "I'm sorry, I'll just be a moment." Scott noticed that the woman sounded slightly upset. Normally, he wouldn't have cared, but she sounded so sad.

"You okay in there?" Scott asked gently. He wasn't very good with people and he hoped that he sounded caring. "I could get someone."

"No!" The voice shouted through the door. "I'm really fine, promise." There was a moment of silence before the door opened and a young woman squeezed her way out of the tiny bathroom. She was, oddly enough, wearing sunglasses. "See, I promised you." It was then that Scott noticed the young woman's pretty accent-Australian. The woman gave him a half smiled before squeezing past him and returning to her seat.

Scott stared after the pretty woman for a moment. You should have asked her, her name. She didn't even seem to know who you are. Damn, she was pretty. That's it, you are going to ask her, her name before the end of this flight. That settled, Scott went inside the tiny restroom.

When he got out, Scott could not find the pretty woman, which meant that he was forced to go back to his seat and listen to the woman talk about her grandchildren and how this one had just learned to ride a bike and how that one had just taken his first steps and how the other one was graduating high school and how that other one was just so smart. It was enough to make Scott want to gag.

Finally, after twenty minutes, Scott turned to the woman. "Look, I'm real happy you're grandkids are so damn great, but I've got a hang over and I haven't had a drink or sex in hours." The woman just stared at Scott in disbelief. "So shut up, please. Just for a couple of hours. Watch the movie or something." The woman looked shocked and then upset. She made a huff noise before putting her head phones on to watch the movie. "Finally." Scott muttered to himself.

Scott sat in his seat and stared out the window for a long time. He knew once he got to Los Angeles everything would be perfect again. He was going to be a star again and he would never have to sit next to a talkative old bat again. Nope, he'd be able to sit in first class and enjoy adult drinks. Scott would be invited to all the new hot spots and get to have lots of sex with pretty 'It' girls of the moment. No longer would he be called 'That guy from that television I used to watch.' or 'That guy from that movie I loved as a kid'. No, he'd be Scott Montgomery again. He'd be The Scott Montgomery. It would all be ideal. He just had to get to Los Angeles.

"Sorry." Scott looked up at the sound of the voice. It was the pretty woman from the restroom. She had seemed to wave down a flight attendant. And luck of lucks, the woman was just five rows up and one aisle over. He made a note to go talk to her as soon as the flight attendant left.

It was then that Scott decided things were finally going his way. He'd charm the girl and get her number. Then when they got to Los Angeles, they'd have a quickie and he'd go to his meeting. In six months Entertainment magazine would name him a come back kid. In a year, he'd be the 'It' man of the moment. In two years, he'd make the top ten on all the hundred most powerful lists. In just a few hours Scott would go from 'that guy from that thing' to The Scott Montgomery. It would be perfect and all he had to do was fly to Los Angeles.