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… Yellowcard owns the lyrics to "View From Heaven." Damn, what do I own?
Summary: Little things can push people over the edge. That very thing happens to Seth Cohen. When something happens to him that sends him into a crashing situation, who knows how he will survive. Seth-centric. Lost/OC Crossover.
A/n: I love how everything that I have worked so hard to put Seth through in the past few chapters, is all going down the drain. xD
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"Amnesia Sucks"
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The bright light grew brighter and brighter as I slowly felt everything fading out of my mind. It was an odd feeling.
Then it all just stopped. The bright light faded and was replaced by someone's face looming over me. It was a girl. And she looked familiar, but I couldn't place her.
I coughed a few times and didn't know why. Slowly, I began to attempt to sit up, only to be forced back down by the girl. "Seth?" she said, a questioning tone in her voice. How did she know my name? "Crap." She said that when I didn't respond and just looked at her as if she was a freak. What was going on? I was so confused.
Once again, I tried to get up, but I couldn't move my left arm. And when I tried to, it only stung horribly. I looked down and it was pressed tightly against my body in a makeshift sling. My face must have moved in pain when I tried to move it again, because the girl got all upset.
"Seth, be careful. You're arm… its broken… we think…" Who was she? And how the hell did my arm get broken? Where was I? Who was 'we?' So many things ran though my mind, I couldn't process them all, but I was confused, that was certain.
I blinked a few times as she helped me sit up right then hurried off only to return a few moments later with some food and water. She handed it to me. It was in that spilt second when the sun hit her face when I recognized her.
"Aerin?" I asked. I could see the look of confusion, then sudden realization cross her face.
"Shit," she cursed. What the hell was going on? I could see the confusion in her face. Wait, she shouldn't be the one confused, I was the one who should be confused. I had no clue about anything, where I was, what the hell happened.
I took a slow sip of the water and looked around. This sure as hell wasn't my apartment, or my room, or my house… or the plane. It was like a jungle of some sort.
Then it hit me. The last thing I remembered was getting on the plane, without Aerin. Holy shit, Ryan was dead. The message played over and over again in my head. And here I was in a jungle? At least I thought it was a jungle? What was this place?
I looked at the girl who was still looking at me. She looked so much like Aerin, but I knew that it wasn't her. Now that I looked closer there were some distinct differences, but they were slight. But who was she? Where was I?
"What… what happened?" I asked. I wanted some answers. Now. But the look on the girl's face made me wonder if she would give me the answers I was looking for.
"I… I don't know," she answered, sounding really upset. I immediately felt like shit. I didn't mean to upset her, but I was so lost. I wish I could know what was going on. Where I was and how I got here (wherever the hell here was).
I tried to look back to try to remember what had happened. I said goodbye to Aerin and got on the plane that was supposed to take me back to LAX, back to Newport because Ryan had died, been killed, wasn't on the planet earth any longer. Slowly, I tried to back as far away from the girl. She was still looking at me.
I ran into something hard. I turned around, it was a stone wall, a natural one, but it was a wall none the less. My breathing got quick and I couldn't control it. I didn't realize that I was crying, but I was.
I was terrified. More scared than I had ever been in my entire life. And I had a feeling that things were only gonna get worse.
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The rest of the day, I just stayed there, still terrified, still confused. People walked over to me and tried to talk to me. People who I had no clue who they were. I just ignored them. They all seemed to know who I was, but I didn't know who they were.
When they finally left me alone, I tried to piece together some things on my own. I looked over the things I knew. I was Seth Cohen, and this wasn't home. And then the stuff I didn't know. Where I was, who all these people were, what I was doing wherever here was. All of that stuff. I think I had been wherever here is for a while. I had bruises, cuts and scratches all over me. I didn't know where they came from.
Then there was the obvious, my arm was broken. I tried to move it to look at my watch to get some more information on the time frame we were talking about here, but it hurt too much.
It hit me like a train. The plane had crashed. That was the only answer to all these questions. This was how all this came about. But it still didn't answer the question as to how everyone knew who I was.
It wasn't until long after dark that anyone acknowledged my existence. Except the girl. There was something about her though. Maybe it was her striking resemblance to my girlfriend or something deeper inside of me, but everything didn't seem so fucked up when she was around. I still didn't know her name. She would bring me water and stuff. I never talked to her after our conversation earlier, but there were some conversations, that didn't need to be spoken with words.
It was odd.
It was late when a guy and a girl came in from the dense jungle. They stopped and talked to the girl. I was close enough to hear everything that they said.
"Any luck?" the girl from before had asked them. Both of them shook her head. I could see some tears fall down her face. Why was she crying?
"But I'm sure he's okay, wherever he is. He was fine last time," the man said.
"JACK!" the girl shouted. Jack, that name wasn't familiar, but it must have been the guy's name. "He nearly died last time!" Wait, who nearly died last time, what? My curiosity was getting the better or me.
The man was silent as the girl who was with him walked away. Jack knelt down next to the other girl and whispered something in her ear that I couldn't make out. Then a sudden look shot across her face. "Seth is up."
"How long?" Jack asked her. She didn't answer right away. "Claire… how long?" So her name was Claire. That sounded familiar, but I couldn't remember from where.
It was unnerving.
"Almost all day," she said.
An angry look shot across his face and he got up and started walking over towards me. I was getting bad vibes from this guy. Unexplainable bad vibes. His expression softened as he got closer to me. I must have looked so pathetic sitting there, curled up, just trying to figure everything out.
Claire ran after him. "Jack, I don't think he remembers anything."
Gee, that was a brilliant observation. I could tell that Jack didn't know what to say. I quickly shut my eyes and pretended to be asleep. I couldn't explain why I did that, I just did.
I didn't know anything that happened after that, if they said anything more, I would have heard them, but I couldn't see anything since my eyes were closed. The next thing I knew, Jack was slowly shaking me. I tried to act as if I was just waking up, but it was harder than I thought.
"Hey," he said with a smile. "How're ya doing?"
I shrugged. How was I supposed to answer that? He looked a little annoyed. "How's your arm doing?"
"Fine," I answered. This was a wonderful conversation. Almost as wonderful as the conversation between Claire and I earlier.
"Do you… remember anything?" Gee, that was a great question. NO!
"Yes," I answered. "I remember getting on the plane, and then waking up. And there was Claire, at least I think that's her name. I got that much from your conversation earlier."
Jack laughed slightly, but I could tell there was something that was just bursting at the seams that he wanted to get out.
"Did the plane crash?" I asked.
He nodded. Oh shit. I was hoping that I hadn't been right, but I was.
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I spent the next few days just trying to figure everything out again. I discovered that even though I was horrible at eavesdropping at home, I was like the master here. Most of my questions were left unanswered, like how my arm got broken.
Claire had told me that we had been on the island for weeks, even she didn't know how long. I asked her what day it was and she looked at my watch for me. It was kind of a funny moment, but I was shocked when she told me that it was September 30th. The plane had crashed sometime in August. I couldn't have been out for that long and lived if this was caused by the plane crash.
But no one ever answered my questions. I spent a lot of time with Claire. There was just this feeling I got around the other people that made me question them. I couldn't explain it, but I couldn't trust them. I felt like I could trust Claire. She explained to me how she was related to Aerin and all this other stuff.
It was interesting. Little by little we started walking around more, getting away from the caves, but not too far. Claire didn't want to go that far, and I wanted to find out more, but I got tired easily, so that was a bad idea. So we would turn around and go back to the caves.
I'd pretend to go to sleep, then listen in on their conversations.
Claire talked a lot about a guy named Charlie. She was upset because of him. It came into my knowledge that he had disappeared and that was where Jack and Kate (the girl that was with him that first night) went and some other people.
But they were beginning to lose hope. They had been looking for a long time. I would lose hope too.
And if they had lost hope for Charlie, how long would people be looking for us? Had they already lost hope, if we had been here as long as Claire said we had been? The thought scared me. I didn't want to be here forever. That was a terrifying thought. I'd never see Aerin again, or my family. It didn't matter what happened before. This was now.
Slowly, I drifted off into sleep.
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I had another nightmare. But this one I could remember. There was a girl, I think it was Kate, and some guy, I didn't know who it was. They were walking through the jungle together. I was following them. And then I heard a scream and woke up.
The wind blew in the trees, and I could have sworn I heard something, but nothing more came to my ears. I thought nothing of it. I tried to go back to sleep, but couldn't.
So instead, I stood up and decided to walk around. It wasn't dark out, but it wasn't light out, it was that twilight between night and dawn. If that made any sense. I stepped over sleeping bodies. I was walking without a purpose.
"Where are you going?" I heard someone ask. I turned around and found myself looking at Jack. Wait, didn't I just step over him. Wasn't he asleep? "I don't sleep," he said with a bit of a smile on his face. "No where are you going?"
I didn't answer right away. We just looked at each other. "I had a nightmare and need to clear my mind," I said, thinking before I spoke. That was a first.
He just looked at me. "What was it about?"
"I can't remember," I lied quickly. That was smart. Jack only smiled slightly. He looked weird. Like I'd never seen him before.
"If you say so Seth," he added quietly, before his eyes drifted shut. That was weird. Was he awake yet asleep at the same time? Hmmmmmm…
I stopped and sat down. It was then that I realized that I had sat on something. I stood up and recognized the bag as my own. I didn't recall bringing a bag, but I must have. Slowly I opened it with my good arm and looked through all my stuff. It didn't seem like it was all that long ago that I got on that plane, with only the backpack I was now opening.
A change of clothing, my dead cell phone. That was the extent of what I had packed. Then I spotted the familiar black notebook with all my drawings in for the comic book. The comic book that I had majorly screwed up on. Why couldn't I have forgotten that too, seeing as I forgot just about everything else?
I reached for it with my good arm and opened it up on my lap, using the little light to look through them again. It brought a smile to my face as I turned through the pages one by one, just taking in all of the drawings. Then it hit me. Since I had nothing better to do, I could write my comic book. I grabbed the second book, which I actually started writing the comic in.
Digging through the bag some more I found my pencil and just began drawing. I couldn't think of a plot, but the more and more I wrote and drew it, the more and more it seemed to flow.
I had finally found something to do with all the free time I had. But I did know one thing for sure.
Amnesia sucked!
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Time passed. Far too much time. I didn't know how long since my watched stopped working, but I figured it was sometime in December. According to Claire and Jack we've been there over four months. And if the plane supposedly crashed in August that made it sometime in December.
My arm never got better. Even though Jack did everything I could, it hurt even to move it. So I learned to get along without it. Besides, I didn't really need it to draw.
So that was what I did, for the months that I was stuck here. My memory never came back to me. But as long as I was drawing, I was happy. Claire seemed to get more and more distant. Charlie, whoever he was, never came back. I couldn't remember him at all.
But things in the comic were getting interesting. I had added some new characters into the scheme of things. Now not only were there demon water-polo players, but their leader, Alex. It wasn't Alex as in the Alex who was an ass and cheated on me with Marissa, but Alex, as in some guy. I didn't know where I got the idea, it just popped into my head.
Then there was Aerin, who changed into Astrogirl, but she was bad, on Alex's side. While Aerin wasn't evil, I needed more bad people in the story. In the last part I had written, KidCHINO had been killed by Alex, and I had somehow lost all my super powers and was now being held by Alex. That was where Rick and Aerin came in. Rick was just another one of those characters that just popped into my head. And Rick, couldn't die. Well, maybe he could, I never got that far, but…
It was something to keep my mind busy, to keep myself busy instead of going insane on this island like some other people seemed to have been.
I sighed out loud when I got to the last empty page in the book. Thankfully, I had a blank one with me that I could continue writing.
"Watcha writing?" someone to the left of me asked. I turned my head and saw Walt. I couldn't understand how he could keep such a level head about this whole thing, how old was he? Ten? He had to be. I didn't know much about him, except that he was here with his father and his dog. He never really talked to me that much.
"A comic book," I responded, going to get the other book in my backpack.
"You're actually writing a comic book?" he asked me, his voice sounding as if he was shocked.
I nodded. "Something to pass the time," I smiled. I hadn't smiled in a while. I would get so into writing and drawing, that that would be all I would do from dawn to dusk. No one really talked to me that much once again.
"Can I read it?" he asked. I didn't answer him right away. He was just a kid, and he needed something to do.
"Okay," I said, closing the book and handing it to him. "Merry Chrismukkah."
"Chrismukkah?" he asked confused.
Chuckling, I nodded. "Christmas and Hanukkah. I kinda made it up."
He laughed, why not spread the Chrismukkah cheer?. "So can I really read it?"
I nodded. Why not.
"Gee, thanks," he smiled, taking the book and looking through it. I could tell he wasn't reading it yet, just looking at the pictures. "These are really good Seth," he said.
"Thanks," I said, opening up the new book and beginning to write some more. It was only mid-afternoon. I could finish the rest of this part by the end of the day if I tried hard enough.
With that, he got up and walked away. I watched as he sat down and began reading it. I just looked at him for a while. I could see him laughing at some parts, and looking as if he couldn't wait for what was coming next at others.
I sighed, extremely glad that I had helped someone other than myself. I went back to writing. Then suddenly I heard someone coming. It was Jack. I just ignored him.
"How's your arm doing?" he asked. It was the same thing, ever day.
"No better than yesterday," I said dully, continuing to draw.
"Seth, you have to do more than just draw. You sit in that one spot, you don't move. You're scaring us."
"Well what should I do? I can't remember anything Jack, or did you forget that part? Half these people that know me, I don't know who they are. And the only people that give a shit about me are the ones I know anything about. And the only person that I know I can trust is Claire," I said spouting words off at the mouth. I couldn't stop.
"Why Seth?"
"I don't know!" I snapped angrily. "There is just something things I can't explain."
That ended our conversation. I just continued drawing as he walked away.
Hours later, I heard a gasp and looked over at Walt. I chuckled slightly, but he looked confused. Slowly, I got up. But he was rushing over towards Jack.
What was the kid doing?
"Jack!" he shouted. I followed him, then hid when he finally reached Jack.
"What is it Walt?" he asked. Walt handed him the book.
"It's Charlie… and Ethan…" he said, still sounding confused.
"That's really nice Walt…" Jack said, beginning to walk away. Walt stopped him.
"I didn't draw them… Seth did."
I was confused. Who was Ethan? And Charlie? What? Charlie was the guy who disappeared almost like… three months ago. I didn't even know who he was.
Amnesia sucked.
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A/n: Hope you liked it. I am thinking of making this into a trilogy… I don't know if Ali would write too, but I had ideas in work today for parts two and three. More information to come! Thanks to the reviewers:
The Pirate Illusionist - Who did expect that Charlie would shoot E? And who doesn't like Charlie, even if he killed Ethan. xD.
alexis - Maybe.
paige fan - According to Jimmy Kimmel, the monster is cookie monster… xD. We probably won't find out what it is until like… the last episode of the season. xD. Wow, no one seemed to see that coming. xD
Oh yes, just another question, we have no clue how long they're gonna be stuck on the island. Seeing as it is Chrismukkah now, they've been on the island for 5 months-ish. Now we want to have Aerin have the baby before they get rescued (if they get rescued). So that takes us to about August of 2006 (because we want them to be there at least a year… or at least Kim does)… So over a year, how long do you want them to be there for….
