(Hello everyone and welcome the first chapter of Not So Lost. I hope that the chapters will get funnier and funnier and that you can sit back and enjoy yourself. I am hoping to have a chapter on each character so stayed tuned to see you favorite. Plus, flash backs of the characters secret lives that we haven't seen before! Enjoy)

The survivors of the plane crash sat on the beach, talking to each other wondering what they were going to do. It had been several days, and even though they had been on the island, through a plane crash, their clothes seemed perfectly new upon their bodies.

Many of the survivors that now sat on the beach were, like any other plane crash, filled with sexy, hot people who just seemed to perfect to be on an island. Each of these people seemed to bring so much to this group, everyone completely different. There was the snob, the smart doctor, the bad boy, the rock star, the criminal, the fun fat guy along with the rest of the crew.

"We've been here for a long time now," said Charlie, a man who resembled a certain hobbit and was in a rock band. The rest of the group sat in a circle, each looking at each other for answers.

A man who was really hot and had a southern twang spoke, "Really? You just found that out?" He was definitely hot. Sawyer if you haven't figured it out yet.

"We're running out of food," said Kate, who of course was a poster girl for beautiful. "What do we do?"

"We hunt!" Said John Locke as he stood up he threw a knife. Instead of the knife hitting the tree it hit the dog in the leg. The dog didn't die of course; he only pulled the knife out with its mouth and continued on its way. What kind of story would this be if the dog died!

"What do we hunt then?" Asked Charlie who was obviously a bit dense and the one who asked a whole lot of questions. "We haven't seen boar in a few days."

Locke rolled his eyes, "isn't if obvious?" They all looked at him, mouth open in awe. "Haven't you noticed, the whole time that we've been on this island, nearly starving to death there has been one of us who hasn't lost a pound?" Still no one said anything and he continued. "We eat him!" Locke then pointed a finger at an unexpected Hurley.

"Me?" He said with a stubby finger pointed at himself.

All of the passengers looked at him, eyes now looking like wolves. Each of them slowly started to get up until the doctor broke his gaze and started to speak. "We can't do that! We wouldn't have a comic relief!"

"And I don't taste good anyway!" Cried Hagrid, I mean Hurley.

Jack then threw his hands out in front of Hurley, as if to stop everyone. "You can't do this!" He yelled, he then looked back at Hurley and whispered something that sounded like 'run.'

"He's right!" Yelled Kate. "We have to give him a head start! It wouldn't be fun if we didn't'!" Hurley took this as his cue and ran some place but as soon as he left Claire started to speak:

"Is he gone yet?"

Then Shannon started to speak, "Yeah. It's about time too. I was getting sick of him. He's not funny at all? Who wrote him into the script anyway?"

There was a quiet mumble of agreement and then they all broke up for the night. Sawyer went to the small hut/house thing that he made to live in. Once he went in there he took out a secret stash of cigarette butts and lit one. Before he knew it he saw a figure looking at him.

"What are you doing here?" Sawyer asked looking at the person who stood in his little door way. "Come on in then."

The person moved in.

"Like I asked before… what do you want?" Every fan girl then shuttered because he was so hot and his twang was uber cute. So then Sawyer took his shirt off just because he's hot, and I'm making him.

The figure then started to say something.

"Ah… you want some of these?" Sawyer asked as he pulled out some baby wipes.

The person nodded.

"Come closer so I can see you better," Sawyer told him and then Jin, the Chinese guy, came in. "What will you trade me for them?"

The man spoke in some foreign language that no one will ever know. "I said what will you trade me for them?" He spoke again in his secret language. "Just tell me ok? What will you trade? T-R-A-D-E. What will you-"

"I'm not deaf! I can hear you perfectly fine," he said to him. " I don't have anything to trade you with."

Sawyer smiled. "Then how about a kiss?"

The guy then shrugged his shoulders. "Ok, sound good."

"What!" Sawyer said loudly. "You're serious? You'll do that?"

"Sure," he responded.

And then he moved in for the kiss and when he was about a centimeter away Sawyer pulled back and threw the baby wipes at him. "You're a sick freak!" The man then left as Sawyer kept yelling after him. "That's right! You go away and eat a cat wile your at it!"

There was then a flash back…

(Stay tuned for more of Not So Lost. Hey, just like the show, we have to have plenty of comericals!)