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.
Miracles
One Hour and Two Minutes Until the Crash
Maybe I'm A Lonely Girl
Who's In The Middle Of Something
That She Doesn't Really Understand - Jem, 'Maybe I'm Amazed'
"Sorry." She had reached her arm out into the aisle, hoping that someone would see it and help her out. She really needed another juice and wasn't sure if anyone had seen her.
"Ms. Cohen?" One of the flight attendants was beside her. "Do you need something?"
"Juice." She answered with a small smile. "You can call me Georgia." She added after a moment.
The flight attendant smiled and patted Georgia on the arm. "Of course, Georgia. You certainly like your juice."
"I drink apple juice when I get nervous." Georgia explained. "I'm an awful flier."
"We all get a little nervous. Besides, I hear that you're flying to Los Angeles to be apart of something very important. That makes it alright to be nervous."
Georgia fixed her sunglasses so they would be more firm on her nose. "I reckon." She sighed deeply. "Still doesn't help me out, though."
The flight attendant smiled again. "I'll get your juice."
Georgia smiled. "Thank you very much. And thank you for being so kind."
"It's the least we can do for a little miracle like yourself." She patted Georgia's arm. "I'll just be a minute."
Georgia sat in her seat and stared straight ahead. In just a few hours she would be speaking in front of a very large room full of scientist and university professors. They were calling her a miracle, but was she really? A miracle was supposed to be huge and what had happened to her was hardly anything. The worst thing was, the so called miracle seemed to be fading away. Slowly but surely the so called miracle was leaving and she was turning back into the person she was seven weeks ago.
Jesus once made the cripple walk and the blind men see. So, it is possible for me to have this miracle. Then again, it's leaving me so maybe it wasn't just a miracle, but some kind of freaky thing that happened to me. So-
"Here's your juice, Georgia." The flight attendant was back. "Do you-"
"Please."
"Not problem." The flight attendant took Georgia's hand and gently placed the cup in Georgia's hand. "It's right there, little and filled just a bit."
"Thanks." She lifted the glass to her lips and took a sip.
"I'll be in the back. Just say if you need anything." The flight attendant patted Georgia's arm.
Georgia was left alone again. She sat there, sipping her juice and thinking about the 'miracle' that was supposed to have happened to her and the fact that the 'miracle' seemed to be leaving her even quicker then when it had showed up.
Maybe I'm in the middle of something that I don't really understand. Jesus made blind men see. He made cripples walk.
Georgia could feel the tears starting to roll down her cheeks. He made blind men see. I s-saw outlines, shapes. Why would he take that away from me? The doctors were calling her some kind of miracle, the truth was Georgia did not yet know the meaning of the word.