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: Gah! I am writing this soooo quickly!!! This is kinda funny. I had an idea and ran with it. I'm sorry that these Lost chapters are so short… but short and sweet. This takes place during "Raised by Another," at least the end…
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"Uh-oh"
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How could I have been so stupid? Not only had I totally broke down, but I go my only friend on this stupid island in trouble. Now he probably hated me. Great. Just one more person in my life that was pissed off at me. One more person in my life that hated me.
Now I was lost in the stupid forest. I had lost sight of Sawyer a long time ago, but continued walking anyways. I heard the cracking of sticks I had stepped on and the shuffling of my legs running past blades of grass. I knew it was me, so I didn't get scared.
I was alone. It was nearly silent. I had been really idiotic, hadn't I? I hadn't done anything remotely smart in the past, well, a long time. Losing my tempter, running away, not even talking to any member of my family. Then agreeing to go on a different plane than Aerin. That was what got me stuck on this stupid fucking island. Then I didn't make any move to get to know anybody personally on the island. And the one person I actually talked to, I got into trouble.
Yeah, I screwed up big time. Why did everything I do, or think about, turn into shit? It was just my luck.
I missed Newport. As much as I hated it there, I couldn't just leave. I missed my mom and dad, and this… this must have pushed them over the edge. Then there was Summer. What had she called me? A "stupid little bitch on a boat?"
Well, now I was a stupid little bitch on a plane. And then it hit me. Did anyone at Harbor notice that I had gone? Did anyone give a shit? Probably not. I continued walking, getting even more lost, but I didn't care.
Aerin. I wish I knew what she was going through. I wish I wouldn't have listened to her and gone on Oceanic Flight 815. I wish that she would be in my arms, staring up at the stars. But that was gone, no more. They all probably thought I was dead.
Dead. Like Ryan.
Subconsciously, I reached in my pocket and pulled out my wallet. It was the closest thing I had to home. I had some American dollars and some Australian dollars as well as that credit card and then the pictures. I sighed and pulled out one of Aerin. I missed her so much.
The pictures were the only thing that helped me get through. If it weren't for Sawyer giving them to me, I wouldn't be as 'sane' as I am now. I'd be in even worse shape.
Aerin was on the top of the stack. She was so beautiful and so different from Newport's girls. She had her own personality, not one manufactured by a magazine or clothing company. I really did believe that I truly loved her. Not the childish crush that I had had on Summer. Sure Summer was a great girl, but she was no Aerin.
Back home, I had totally forgotten that I had the pictures in my wallet. There were just there for the sake of being there. Now they were sacred. They were so meaningful.
Once more, I sighed before nearly running into someone. I didn't know who it was, but we just bypassed each other. I stopped and turned around. He did the same. We looked at each other for the longest time. He looked familiar, but I wasn't sure from where.
He walked towards me. I stayed still. He stopped about two feet from me. Out of instinct, I closed the wallet and shoved it back in m pocket. He was a middle aged mad, skinny with stringy hair. Correction, he was extremely skinny. He could have given Marissa a run for her money. I laughed inwardly.
It wasn't quiet for long before he spoke. "Who are you?" Well that was a great way to start a conversation.
"Seth…" I said, a bit apprehensively. There was something about this guy that I didn't like. "Who are you?" It came out more angrily than I wanted it to. But I did not like him. I didn't know why.
"Ethan…" was all he said.
Ethan. The name didn't ring a bell. "What are ya doing?" I asked, trying to get a feel for who he was, as well as get to know more than just Sawyer on the island.
"Gathering firewood…" he said. That was when I figured that he had to be an okay guy if he was helping out by getting firewood. "What are you doing?"
"Trying to get away…" I said, talking before I ran it through my mind. Then I realized how stupid I was to just blurt that out. I didn't even know who the guy was, other than his name was Ethan. What shocked me most was the fact that I had only really talked to Sawyer before, and I didn't even do that around him.
He laughed. I was a bit relieved. "That is why I always collect firewood, get away from everybody."
I laughed too. See, it wasn't that hard. I just had to get back into the swing of things.
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Not long later, I was helping Ethan gather firewood. He didn't seem like that bad of a person. He was kinda quiet, let me do a lot of the talking, but that bad feeling I had about him was proved wrong. I never let first impressions get me down anyways.
So now we were heading back to camp with our arms full of firewood, chatting away. Or more like, I was chatting away, and he was listening (or at least I thought I was).
"And then, she unzipped her dress and she was wearing a Wonder Woman costume, looking so freaking amazing…"
I stopped as we reached the camp. I saw a whole bunch of people there. Many of them I didn't even know. I clammed up immediately (and I couldn't understand why). I could have sworn I heard Ethan sigh a sigh of relief, but brushed it off as if it were nothing.
I just followed Ethan's lead and we dropped the firewood down near the fire.
"Thank you," someone said. I looked at an Iraqi man, whose name I didn't know and nodded.
It didn't seem to bug him that he didn't know me, because he just went about his business. Ethan left, leaving me almost all alone. I sat down, facing the beach once more. This reminded me a lot of the way I normally spent my days, but now I had two friends (if you could call them that). Two people that I knew on the island. The best part was, that wasn't it.
Getting bored, I began drumming on my legs and humming the chorus of the music that I had last listened to. That DriveShaft CD from the plane. It wasn't normally what I would listen to, but Aerin had gotten me turned onto them, and they weren't half bad once I listened to them a few times.
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I got bored quite quickly and got up to walk around… somewhere. Those were the two things you could do here while you were waked sit around… or walk around. Neither was very pleasurable anymore.
Deciding to do something worthwhile, I headed towards the caves. Jack had been raving about them so much that I had to check them out for myself. I hummed the words some more, seeing as I couldn't sing to save my life.
Walking more and more I realized how alone I was, so I began actually singing the words.
"You, all everybody… you, all everybody… I didn't like your stupid people wearing expensive clothes... you, all everybody… you all, everybody…"
Then I began humming since I couldn't remember the exact words and when I came in on the chorus again, there was someone else singing. I stopped immediately and turned around to see Charlie. That was WEIRD!!!
He stopped too. We both stopped walking. "I wouldn't try doing that for a living…" he said with a small laugh. I didn't laugh. I knew I wasn't a good singer, but…
"But nice to meet a fan," he said. "I'm Charlie…"
Charlie, I knew that, but he obviously didn't know that I knew that. "Okay…" I said, still wondering what he meant by 'nice to meet a fan.' "I'm Seth…"
"I bet you already know who I am…" he said, starting to sound happier and happier with each word.
"Yeah," I said, apprehensively, "I've seen you around the camp and such, before you moved to the caves…"
He looked like someone forced him to swallow a bowl of worms, his expression changed so quickly.
"You were humming a DriveShaft song, right?" he asked.
I nodded. "My girlfriend gave me their CD not too long ago… but she said that they broke up."
"We did." he said. Wait, what did he mean by we? My expression must have asked the question for me. "I was the bassist for DriveShaft."
"Really?" I asked. I wouldn't have recognized him. Well, maybe I would have, I didn't really look at the cover art that much. "You have two albums, right?" He nodded. "Oh…"
I didn't know what else to say. I only had one of them, and I really only listened to "You All Everybody" on repeat, over and over and over again.What was I going to say if he asked me… then he did…
"What's your favorite song?"
Shit. Of all the questions to ask, he had to ask that one. I tried to play it cool and shrugged. "I don't know. I liked "You All Everybody" and a few of the other songs…" I did listen to some of the other songs every now and then, but I didn't know the title.
Luckily, he bought it.
"That's awesome," he said. That pretty much ended the DriveShaft talk. Oh well. We stood in silence for a while before he spoke up. "Where are you heading?"
"The caves," I answered.
"Oh," he said. "Well, I'm heading for the beach."
"Okay," I said. With that he turned and went in the direction I was coming from and I watched as he disappeared into the dense foliage before I continued on my way. I knew I was heading the right way now. I wasn't going and getting more lost.
I continued on.
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Before I realized it, I slowly began to recognize people around. I didn't exactly know them by name, but I knew them.
"Seth," I heard someone say right before I saw him. Jack. He was walking towards me. "So you've finally decided to listen to me and come here?"
I laughed half-heartedly. The truth was I only came to look around, but it already did seem nicer than the beach. Sure you couldn't see the sky as well, but something about it seemed safer, and even though there was no Sawyer, it seemed better already.
"Well?" Jack asked. I shrugged.
"Possibly," I said.
"You should, caves are natural shelters," he added, before going on his way.
I sighed and walked around some more. Everybody seemed to be busy doing something. There seemed to be two alpha males. Here, it was Jack. On the beach, it was Sayid. No wonder they spilt apart, you can't have two leaders, it doesn't work out!
Everything seemed more organized and relaxed here. On the beach everyone was constantly looking for a stupid plane or a stupid boat that was NEVER going to come! Everyone here seemed to have gotten that already in their minds. It had been weeks. If one would have come, it would have come by now.
Yes, that was the wrong way of looking at things, but it was the true one.
Sighing some more I sat down and got myself comfortable. I didn't really have anything with me, except the wallet, and I didn't need anything.
"Hello," the girl named Kate said as she sat down near me. She looked a lot like Summer, but I shook the image of Summer out of my mind and looked at her.
"Hi," I said in response.
"Haven't seen you around, not since, the episode on the beach…" I laughed inwardly once more. So that was what I was known as. The breakdown kid? Well, it was better than queer or those other names that I couldn't remember.
"You doing better Seth?" she asked, sounding genuinely worried. No she was nothing like Summer.
"I guess. I think I just took up permanent residence in these caves."
She looked shocked. "I just heard more words in that statement than I've heard you say this entire time."
I laughed. That was Ryan's thing. Ryan. Dead Ryan. Shit. I tried to get the horrible image out of my head that Kate had so nicely put into it. She noticed.
"You sure Seth?" she asked. Once again I nodded. I was okay, but she refreshed the image, and it wasn't a pleasant one.
"Well in case you need someone to talk to, I'm here," then she got up and left. Yeah right, like I'd talk to her. Last time I spilled my guts out I got Sawyer into trouble; I wouldn't be doing that anytime soon.
My eyes slowly began to close and I fell asleep.
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I woke up the next morning to the sound of shouting. Who was shouting? They were going to attract something that would kill us all. I woke up with a start to see the pregnant girl. Claire. That was her name.
"HELP ME!! HELP! Somebody's trying to hurt me, please! Help me!" She screamed loudly.
Before I knew what happened, Charlie was by her side. It was obvious that he liked her. Wherever she was he was, which was the odd part.
"Someone attacked her…" Charlie said. What the hell was going on? Someone was trying to attack her? What the hell was going on?
"What?!" asked Jack urgently.
Claire was sobbing, "He held me down…"
I got up and headed away. Something was going on. The first night I was here, and some screwed up shit went on. I ran into Ethan.
"Sorry," I said quickly. I got no response as he rushed past me.
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I spent the rest of the day just wandering around; it was something that I enjoyed doing. I couldn't understand why, but… I just did. The jungle was so relaxing for some reason. The wind rustling the leaves and the swishes of my legs brushing past the grass. Then I heard someone else. Other people.
I didn't know where I was, but there was someone else, and they didn't sound quite so happy, so I followed the sound of the voices.
Stopping, I heard the voices clearly as well as seeing them through bushes that I was crouched behind.
"Hello, there," said Ethan. Ethan? That didn't sound like the Ethan that I had talked to the other day.
There was an awkward pause. "Ethan, where's Jack?" asked Charlie.
Before I knew what was happening, Charlie had his arm around Claire and Ethan pulled out one of Locke's knives.
I couldn't stop myself, I was right there next to Charlie and Claire… and Ethan had the knife now pointing at me.
"What the hell are you doing Seth?" he asked.
I could respond as he hit Claire on the head with the handle of the knife. And Charlie went to punch him and I got cut on the arm instead. I was in shock. Suddenly, I felt the coolness of the blade against my neck.
Charlie was Claire were both on the ground. Oh shit.
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A/n: MWHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! I am evil! HAHAHA!!!
alexis - haha. That is a diss towards Ali! Haha! Kim writes Lostness… Ali writes OCness..
