The Pursuit

Chapter 1: Stranded

The plane was experiencing a great amount of turbulence. Agent Becky Beatty clung to the armrests of her seat as an oxygen mask fell in front of her face. Images of her life flashed before her eyes as she waited for the inevitable. She reached forward and grabbed the oxygen mask, pulling it over her nose and mouth. The sounds of the plane descending echoed loudly in her ears. Only one more thought passed through her head as she shut here eyes and waited for the pain that she was certain would fill her body.

I'm twenty one and I'm going to die. I hope they'll forgive me . . . my mission ends here.

…..

Fifteen hours earlier:

"Agent Beatty, please report to the conference room."

As she walked to the conference room, she was aware of a presence behind her. She turned and found…

"Sven!" she said. "I know you're my bodyguard on the field, but remember, my birthday is tomorrow. I'll be twenty one, and you won't have to baby-sit me anymore."

"It's about time! I was beginning to think I'd have to follow you around forever, yah!" Becky studied Sven for about the thousandth time since she had met him. He was tall, muscular, and walked with confidence. It didn't take a lot, seeing how his only downfall was his rough Swedish accent. No matter how he tried, he could not completely rid himself of it. Becky had spent many holidays with him and his wife. Not only was he her partner, he was her foster father.

Becky had lived in Sydney all her life, and between foster families.

They had reached the conference room and sat in the big wooden chairs surrounding the table. Carmen Kelsey, their boss was already at the table.

"Let's get down to business," she said. "Twenty days ago flight 815 from the airport in Sydney disappeared. It was headed for Los Angeles, California. Along with the people on it, a suspect charged with murder and robberies was on it. Her name is (or was) Kate Ryan. We believe the plane to have flown off course. We need to find that plane. Becky, this is a solo mission for you, your first solo mission. You've done excellently in your training. I know you'll do well by yourself. Your plane leaves in an hour. You are dismissed."

…..

Becky's head was pounding, along with the beats of her heart. She was in pain, a lot of pain. As her eyes fluttered open, she found herself looking into the face of a man, probably in his late twenties to early thirties.

He had soft brown eyes and black hair. He hadn't shaved in awhile.

"Take it easy," he said. "You have a concussion, and a broken wrist. You're lucky to be alive after a crash like that."

"Where am I?" Becky asked. He sat a minute before giving a short, quick reply.

"Lost."

A/N: By the way, about Sven, don't ask. My friends and I were bored in class. This is my first LOST, actually my first fic ever, so please, be kind, rewind. Just kidding. Oh, and thanx to Dobrr, he knows who he is...I think.