Stranded Memories
Rating: PG-13 for language
Disclaimer: I own crap. They wouldn't even give me the bloody Lost poster at Disney, and that ruined my day. FOX owns all OC characters and OC related thingys… and ABC owns sobs all Lost related things… even my Charlie…
Summary: Little things can push people over the edge. That very thing happens to Seth Cohen, and he runs away (knowing that it worked before), but something happens sending him into a crashing situation. Lost/OC Crossover.
A/n: MWHAHAHAHAHAHA!! This is all me here. Yes me that killed Charlie… the me that… has issues killing her favorite characters…SHUT UP!!! I seem to be the one of the two of us who rambles here, so I am going to try and stop… unless it is important. Oh yes. If you don't watch the show and want to know exactly what these people look like go to… www. lost-media. com (without the spaces of course). They have some good pictures there.
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"Stranded"
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A stinging above my eyes was what I awoke to. What had happened? My eyes were blurry, I couldn't even make out blobs, just a big mass of light. A bright white light.
Then everything hit me, like watching a movie in fast forward. Ryan dead. Plane home. Plane crash. The crash part was what bothered me the most. Then the fact that I could only see a bright light, well it was the obvious 'dying' cliché.
I mean, everybody knows that you don't see a bright light when you die. Well, maybe you do, since the ones who die, aren't really around to tell you whether or not they saw a bright light. So one doesn't know if when you die, you see a bright light or not. It was probably just Hollywood taking over my mind again.
I continued to look up at the light, thinking of absolutely nothing. It stung my eyes quite a bit, but that didn't stop me from looking at it.
Then it started to move away, the brightness of it faded into nothing. My eyes moved around in their sockets as everything began to flood back to me once more.
We had been flying over an ocean. I was sure (and the chances were pretty good too) that we were going to crash into the ocean.
But by moving my hand around, I felt sand. We had crashed on an island. Talk about breaking the odds. Probably some spit of land that no one knew about (knowing my luck).
Slowly, my eyes closed again, welcoming the darkness that it brought.
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When my eyes opened again, I seemed to be under cover. I saw no sign of the bright light that I had seen earlier. Nothing. I propped myself up to get a better look at where I was.
I seemed to be in some sort of tent. There was no one there except for a lady on a makeshift cot. She didn't look like she was in the greatest shape. There was gashes all over her body (at least what I could see of it) as well as a very large burn running nearly the entire length of her arm.
I looked away. I thought that things like this only happened in movies or on TV. It never happened to actual people. Like me.
When I looked away, I got a somewhat clear view of the beach. It was kinda cool looking if it wasn't for the fact that I had no clue where I was or who anyone was. It wasn't a very good feeling.
Then there was the fact that I had no clue where Aerin was (Oh God, I missed her) or what she was doing. I had no clue about my family. Ryan. Ryan was dead, and I was stuck here. Wherever the hell 'here' was. The only thing I could think of was my mother; how she was taking this. If I hadn't run away in the first place, then maybe Ryan wouldn't be dead and I wouldn't be stuck on some stupid fucking island!
A few stray tears fell and I wiped them away quickly. I didn't know why or what I was so afraid of. I just was.
That was when I noticed the long scar/gash on my right arm. That was what I got for wearing a t-shirt. I studied it for a bit. It had been stitched closed by someone. It wasn't the best job, but at least I wasn't bleeding to death.
"I see you're up," someone said, starling me to the point of jumping slightly. I looked over to see a somewhat tall man with short black hair entering the tent. Who was he?
I didn't know how to respond to that or how to do much of anything. So I just sat there and stared at him.
"Not much of a talker are you?" he asked, walking around the tent. I laughed slightly. If only he knew. I just didn't know what to say, so I shrugged.
The man stopped doing whatever he had been doing before and wiped his hands on his shirt before holding one of them out to me. "Jack," he said simply.
I grabbed his hand and we shook. He had a strong grip. "Seth." I stated, just as simply. That completed our entire conversation. He started to look over the woman, looking over at me every now and then, but not saying a word to me. He did talk to himself though.
I tried to get as much information as I could from the little bit that I had talked to him for. He seemed quite sure of himself, yet still questioned what he was doing. He seemed like he was unsure of himself. A little bit like me when I thought about it.
Then he just left without saying a word. I decided to try and explore a bit. Shifting around, I got my feet moved, when I realized that I was already on the ground. I was beginning to feel weal & just a bit nauseated. I felt myself falling back down to the ground. It didn't hurt as much as I expected it to. So somehow I had managed to survive the crash, as did this Jack guy, and the lady lying next to me.
I had no clue how many other people had survived, or how long I had been out. But I had lived. I was alive.
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Night fell on the island, and I regained enough strength to stand up and walk out of the tent. The sight was so awe inspiring, yet so troubling at the same time.
There on the beach was the wreckage of the plane, a fire nearby and at least thirty… no forty people sitting… or walking around.
It was crazy.
I saw Jack talking to some girl. She looked pretty with somewhat long brown hair. She looked a little like Summer from the back, but when she turned to the side and her face was illuminated by the fire, I noticed how different she looked. She was nothing like Summer. I was just homesick.
Slowly, I walked over towards them, but stopped when I was within earshot & heard that they were in a deep conversation.
Not knowing what else to do, I simply sat down on the beach, watching the moonlit waves crash up on shore.
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I sat there for a while. Jack and the girl had left a while ago and no one noticed me sitting alone on the beach. I kinda figured that it would be like this for a while. I didn't feel much like talking anyways.
My mouth was dry from the lack of water or the lack of talking, or both maybe.
A sigh escaped me as I laid down on the beach and looked up at the stars. I remembered doing this with Aerin. We'd drive out to where there was no light and just looked at the stars. As many times as I tried to keep my mouth shut, the more I had the urge to talk, and that made Aerin laugh. A lot of things about me made Aerin laugh. I mean, the fact that I couldn't keep my mouth shut seemed to amuse her.
But now, staring up at the stars, I saw more stars than I ever saw in my entire life. It made me feel even more homesick. But I knew it would be a while before we got rescued.
I sighed again and silently continued to watch in silence. There were no planes, there were no clouds. Just stars and space.
My eyes began to close as they got heavier and heavier until I fell into a dreamless sleep.
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A/n: Sorry this is so short. I didn't know what really to write before I got into the juicy parts. Thanks to the reviewers:
Daniela – Aerin? Who needs Aerin… J/K
Shawdie – I was on vaca… haha.
orange-tide – GEEZE ALI!! SORRY!!!
DeuCe628 – Why? That would make the story pointless. I have a good Lost plot that will happen!
Harper's Pixie – Goats are like the coolest animal in the existence of… ever. So you're an OC freak too… well… I went over to the Lost side… which would be why I am writing the Lost portions of this story. Haha. I can't promise you anything, but can only say… I did it once, I don't think I could stand to do it again.
Princess Nayness – Haha. Lost is the most amazing show on TV… in the first half of it's first season it got nominated for best Drama… FIRST SEASON! I am hyper. Haha
