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. 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: Sorry this took so long, I wrote... other things. xD

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"No Longer Needed…"

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It took a while for me to start feeling better. It helped when I realized that whoever it was that was holding me had me covered in some sort of thick blanket (which I stubbornly kicked off every time they tried to put it back on me once I realized what it was). Then I would get extremely cold. I had yet to utter a word since that original conversation I had with… whoever that was. And that seemed like a long time ago. I don't think I had ever gone that long without talking.

I continued to have freaky dreams about everyone back at home. I hadn't had any of those… since before I could remember. I mean, I think I had them, I had a feeling I had them, but I don't remember having them.

It made me even more homesick.

So to get my mind off of the homesickness, I tried to figure out the things that always used to bug me, but that I never took the time to look up. Like, how do erasers really work? I mean I knew how they worked, just not how… they worked.

A sigh escaped me as I attempted to sit up. I had done it many times before and lying flat on my back never was a comfortable position.

After a few seconds, I did manage to sit up totally, and crossed my legs so I was sitting the way we used to in Elementary School. What did they call it… 'Indian-style' or something like that.

A brief dizzy spell came over me, but I managed to stay upright as someone came rushing over to me and sat down next to me.

I just looked at her as she looked at me. "Feeling better?" she asked me. She sounded familiar.

I shrugged, pretty sure that she was the one that I had gotten in trouble before.

She giggled. I didn't know why she giggled though. Hopefully she'd answer me soon enough.

Luckily she did.

"Over a week ago, you were talking even though you felt like crap, now you look better, you act better, but you refuse to talk. Why?"

I would have burst out laughing, but I somehow limited it to a chuckle. "I don't know," I liked. Wow. That was a weird feeling. Talking. I hadn't talked in over a week. Wow.

"Oh, so you can talk," she laughed. I didn't laugh back, but obviously this was the person that I got in trouble before, unless I had been so out of it that I made it all up. "We were getting worried. You seemed to be recovering nicely, except for the fact that you didn't say a damn thing…"

Wait. We?

I think she got the point just by the look I gave her. "It was raining, and you were hurt. My husband found you…"

If anything I was even more confused now than I was knowing nothing. Slowly, I leaned back, but gravity did its job, because I wasn't strong enough to fight it, and I fell down, hard.

"Ow," I said, flinching slightly when my head slammed against the ground. It sucked.

"Are you okay?" the girl asked, giggling slightly. Enough with the giggling, geeze!

"No." I said, not sure of what else to say. It hurt, but the pain was already starting to go away.

"You sure?"

"No."

She laughed… again. "Well, glad you're feeling good… uh…" Don't tell me, she didn't know my name. Before she had the chance to ask me, I answered for her.

"Seth."

"Well, glad you're feeling better Seth," she smiled, before walking away. Damn it.

"Wait!" I shouted after her. All these questions were flowing through me. Slowly, I forced myself up, only to go back to one handedly, after realizing that there was a slight burning sensation. Wait, slight? It didn't burn like hell anymore.

She turned around and just looked at me. "Yes Seth?"

"What the fuck is going on?" I asked, just voicing everything in my mind in one simple sentence.

She giggled. "You'll see." And with that she left, leaving me alone with my thoughts.

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More time passed, but it wasn't days, it wasn't even hours, it was more like… minutes. But long minutes. I got bored, and was sick and tired of looking at the inside of this cave type thing I was in. Using the wall, I got up.

It took longer, and used more energy than I would have hoped. I already had a feeling that being here was not good. There was something odd about this place.

"Well, you're standing…" it was the girl. "That is a much better sign." She was smiling. I didn't understand why.

I simply looked at her.

"You're going to be fine Seth…" That didn't answer anything. "You're gonna get tired, but there is one last thing, that I have to do, you can join me if you wish."

By the tone of her voice, it was more of a demand than an invitation. And it wasn't as if I had anything better to do.

So I nodded.

"You're gonna get tired…" she said.

I nodded once more.

"Then follow me."

I did.

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I was exhausted. I didn't know where I was going. I didn't think the girl did either. And whenever I tried to ask her a question, she danced around the answer.

"Libby," I said, since that was her name, "Where are we going?"

She just looked at me and laughed. "You're leading the way, no?"

What was she going on about? I wasn't leading, I was following her. Or was I? Hell, she had me so confused, that not even I knew what I was doing.

I was walking around, totally exhausted, because Libby told me that what she had to do was very important. That was the only reasoning behind it.

"You know where you are, don't you?" she asked, after more walking in silence. I looked around. It did look familiar from somewhere. It all stopped when I heard talking. It sounded familiar.

"Shhhhhh," Libby said, pulling me down to the ground. I didn't have the energy to stay squatting, so I fell to the ground. It didn't hurt as much as I thought it would, and was more of a relief than anything else.

"Shhhhhh," she hissed again.

I couldn't understand what the voices were saying, but it all sounded so familiar. The mumbling I heard. Curiosity took over me, against my better judgment, and I crawled over towards some of the bushes we were 'hiding' behind.

Libby said nothing, she did nothing as I looked for some clues. The voices were getting louder… and clearer.

If only I had realized sooner where I was.

"I know you're upset, but he's gone!" said a man in a clear British accent. Charlie. That guy hated me, and I didn't know why.

"Charlie's right. Even Locke said, he can't survive on his own. Its been almost a week and a half Claire, he's gone."

I couldn't tell who that was. It sounded familiar, but I didn't know from where.

"You two lose faith too quickly," the Australian voiced quickly. I knew that was Claire's voice. Still sounded so much like Aerin. So much.

"Not faith, but its common sense Claire. His arm was broken, it was raining, there is no chance that he's alive." I looked down at my arm. Had it really been broken? It didn't feel like that right now. Not at all.

I wanted so baldy to jump out of the bushes and run towards them and scream, "I'M RIGHT HERE!" But a soft hand on my shoulder reminded me that I wasn't alone.

"He's lived through worse…" I heard Claire say. What was that supposed to mean? I survived the crash, yeah, but this is the only thing that I had 'survived' what was she talking about?

There were no more words spoken. They must have been walking away. I never even saw them, but I heard them. I looked at Libby. So this was what she was supposed to do? Wasn't it?

"I'm sorry Seth," she said quietly.

"No… you're not," I replied. The more I thought about it, the more I realized that I was no longer needed. They were doing just fine without me, I wasn't needed there anymore. Besides, there were only two people who even gave a shit about me, and it would only be a matter of time…

We weren't gonna get rescued, I knew that much. Why be around people who hated me? People who didn't trust me, didn't believe me? That was why I went to Sydney in the first place, that was why I ran away from Charlie, Claire and Jack. That was why I was here, not there with them.

I just looked at her before slowly forcing myself up. I wasn't needed any more. Not there anyways.

"Are you sure Seth?" she asked.

I nodded.

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A/n: As you can tell, I hate Jack… and angry Charlie is fun to write! Sorry this took so long… Thanks to the reviewers! 6! Thanks for reviewing!

AME hah

Harper's Pixie isn't it the greatest!

paige fan ordinary. I'm 98 sure. Who is on the island is on the island… no one is gonna join them.

salvory aren't they though?

alexis No, that is not gonna happen… because… I love Seth… and I wouldn't do that.

The Pirate Illusionist I know! That is like… in two days!… and thanks

So… what have I been doing instead of writing this chapter? Writing ahead of course. Haha. I have a tendency to do that. So here is some of what I wrote as a little teaser:

I forced a laugh out. I wanted to go home so bad, but there was someplace that I had to go first. "Turn… turn left up here."

I took a deep breath. I couldn't believe I was going through with this. Wait? Where exactly was I looking for? Sawyer pulled in.

"You live in a graveyard?" Sawyer asked. I just glared at him and he laughed.

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