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: This will be short!
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"Lost in Being Gone"
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Time flew by and after realizing that everyone else didn't care, everybody else forgot about me, and we were never getting off of 'Shit Hole Island', I stayed with Libby and all the people in her little group. I felt needed there. I didn't feel needed around Jack and Charlie. Especially Jack and Charlie.
I learned a lot, not only about them and how not to die on the island, but I learned about myself too. The truth was I wasn't as weak and useless as I thought I was. I also learned that I wasn't as worried about myself as much as before. Then again, I probably just picked those up from being stuck on this damn island.
But what I learned about them was far more interesting. They were all different. Libby and her husband (Dan) were on a small plane on their way to some romantic getaway or something like that. That was like five years ago or something like that.
Time didn't matter anymore.
There were other people in their little group (if that was what you could call it). We weren't the only people to get stuck on Shit Hole Island (SHI). They never got rescued, so there was no hope for us. No hope at all.
But the one thing that I really liked about being here, the one thing that was great was that I didn't have to worry about was pissing someone off by opening my mouth. They all seemed to like me. I liked that feeling.
A lot.
I felt relaxed, and just all around better. The most relaxed I have felt since getting on SHI. Maybe too relaxed.
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Time didn't matter. Although I would have loved to know how long I was actually here. They helped me extract some of the things I had forgotten about, but there was so much that was just blank. The plane crash wasn't there, then there were some island memories, and then just waking up. I wanted to remember so badly.
Then maybe I'd know why my arm was broken, or where all the scars on my arms had come from. Normally I didn't get a chance to think about this, but it was when I was alone, trying to fall asleep that the thoughts plagued me.
I never wanted to know something more than this. Ever.
As I laid on the ground, just looking up at the stars, those are the thoughts that plagued me. The thoughts that wouldn't let me go. The thoughts that made me want to get a time machine and go back in time to see what happened. Or better yet, go back in time and make sure I never got on the fucking plane that got me stuck there.
That was a plan.
Slowly, I fell into sleep, knowing that my dreams would be anything but good.
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Unfortunately, I didn't get what seemed to be much sleep. I woke up to screaming.
It was still dark out.
Loud unstopping screaming.
It was horrible.
I blinked a few times. I didn't like the sound of that. The shouts never stopped. The voice sounded so familiar, but I couldn't place where I heard it before. I propped myself up, looking around the darkness. I saw a slight flame from the fire that we lit every night.
That was it.
The shouts of pain were getting louder, and more painful to listen to. Why hadn't it woken anyone else up?
I was so confused.
I stood up now, trying to strain my eyes. I wasn't about to run off into the jungle in the middle of the night with nobody else with me. But if some one didn't wake up soon, I was going to go out.
A sick feeling erupted in my stomach. This seemed so familiar. Yet so unfamiliar at the same time. I felt like I was gonna puke. But there was noting in my stomach to throw up, so that idea went out the window.
Slowly, as to not hurt anyone, I worked my way over towards Libby. Out of all of the people in their little group, Libby was the person I trusted the most. For now the screams had stopped (thankfully), but I was feeling sicker and sicker as I worked my way over towards Libby and Dan.
"Libby, Libby," I hissed, gently shaking her awake, having to keep myself from just shaking her uncontrollably.
She didn't wake up at first.
"Libby," I whispered louder.
Finally she began to stir. "What?" she asked extremely groggily.
"Libby, I need your help now…" I said, not realizing how much urgency there was in my voice.
"Seth, what's wrong!" She asked, now fully awake.
A loud scream ripped through the air.
"Please tell me you heard that…" I pleaded.
She looked at me as if I had three heads.
I took that as a no.
I grabbed her arm and pulled her up. "What is going on Seth?" he asked, sounding worried. Worry. Why was she worried? I was the one hearing things!
"I hear screaming. Loud, painful screaming." It all stopped. I heard no screaming, I didn't feel as sick. It came as quickly as it went.
"Seth, what are you talking about?" she asked, I was still pulling her away from camp.
I took a deep breath. How could I explain it without sounding crazy? I couldn't. Shit.
"Seth!"
I didn't answer. I just kept pulling her.
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She stopped fighting after a while, and was just as confused as I was. I was pretty sure that I was lost. No, I was certain I was lost. Utterly and extremely lost. It seemed somewhat familiar, but not familiar enough.
By now the sun was rising, causing a weird light to fall over the forest. I suddenly stopped as I heard sobbing.
"What's that?" Libby asked. So maybe I wasn't crazy, because she had heard that.
"I don't know," I answered truthfully.
It felt like hours that we had been wandering around the jungle, and I didn't hear any more screaming. I didn't feel sick. But I did have a bad feeling.
Slowly, I began moving closer towards where the sound was coming from. Libby followed me, I could hear her. We were so close. I could tell. I just could.
I kneeled down behind a bush and peered over top of it. I discovered where the crying was coming from.
I saw a girl, probably my age, maybe a bit older, curled up against a tree, hiding her head in her knees. She was so skinny. Skinny, blonde, and shaking. I could visibly see the sobs racking her body.
I felt bad for her. Really bad. She looked so familiar from somewhere, I just didn't know where.
Then it hit me. It hit me like a train. It was Shannon, the girl from the plane.
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I sat down in my seat. It was the only seat left, next to a bickering blonde girl and who looked like her boyfriend. Now I knew why no body wanted the seat.
"Damn it to hell Boone, just do it. Christ!" the blonde girl said angrily.
The man just looked at her. That must have been Boone. "Shannon, shut up, okay. You're probably annoying the hell out of the guy who just sat down."
Both of them looked at me. I didn't say much of anything. I just shrugged and proceeded to put the headphones over my ears to block the two of them out.
Not that I couldn't hear them over top of it.
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Subconsciously I found myself wanting to go and help her. She looked so hurt, and I wanted to know why. I didn't want her to feel like crap anymore. Libby grabbed my shoulder.
"Seth, you can't. You know what would happen if any of them think you're alive."
I wouldn't be able to go back, I know, I know.
I sighed. I had a decision to make, and I had to make it quick. I had completely forgotten about everyone else who crashed on the same flight that I had. I forgot about everyone else who was like my family, I think.
I did what any normal person would do in the situation I was in. I just hope I made the right choice.
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A/n: Sorry about the length…
paige fan - Sure I am. I hope this wasn't too long.
The Pirate Illusionist - Haha
IY-ROX - You'll see…
alexis - Haha, 'tis okay. It isn't as lost of a cause as you may think.
