Disclaimer: Lost, it's characters, and universe, sadly, is not mine, and probably never will be unless I wake up and find out that something really weird has happened and it actually is mine. It belongs to Mr. Genius J. J. Abrams (and ABC). I just get to elaborate on it, and use my own imagination. :D So, without any further ado, please welcome "Gone Without a Trace"!

Story Summary: Jeanie was in the front of the plane. She and other survivors are on the other side of the island. They, also, assume that they are the only survivors. People must learn to overcome their differences, and be able to survive in this strange island.

A/N: When Jeanie or Christine "speak" to Alicia, they are using ASL, as Alicia is deaf. The words are marked with - instead of quotation marks.

PREFACE:

Jeanie scooted further down in her seat, hoping to find a comfortable position. She had flown only once before this, and she was understandable nervous. She glanced across the aisle to where her two children were sitting, alternating between staring awestruck out the window, and playing with the toys that she had allowed them to bring with them for the trip.

She smiled as she remembered the fuss they had made when she wouldn't allow them to bring their dolls to the seats with them. So young, so innocent. She yearned to return to their golden age of purity, to forget the troubles of the world, which had forced them to take this flight.

Tears rushed to her eyes as she remembered the events of the past several months, and she blinked hard, trying to force the tears to leave her eyes.

"Mommy?" She heard Christine's small voice, "Mommy are you OK?"

She opened her eyes, looking over at Christine and giving her a small smile. "Yes honey, Mommy's fine." Just then, Sean awoke and began to fuss. "Christine, you and Alicia stay put and behave your selves, you hear? Mommy will be right back."

"Mommy?" Christine piped up as Jeanie got out of her seat, "Where are you going?"

'I'm…uh…I'm going to go change Sean's diaper." She turned to go when she heard Christine again.

"I have to go potty, mommy."

Jeanie sighed, "Now?" Of course now, she scolded herself, it's always now. Christine nodded sheepishly, perhaps sensing her mother's frustration. "Come on then," Jeanie said, "and bring Alicia too."

Christine tapped her little sister, signing rapidly to her. The girls got up eagerly to follow her.

She hurried to the bathrooms, and in her haste trying to shush Sean, she didn't notice the fidgety young man standing in front of her till she had run into him. "Oh," she said apologetically, "I'm sorry. I didn't even see you. Please forgive me."

"No, it's OK," he said in a trembling voice as he tried to edge past her, "It was probably my fault any ways."

Smiling, Jeanie said nothing and moved aside to let him pass, and then entered the first free bathroom she found. She leaned against the door, brushing the tears from her face. She then busied herself with changing Sean, trying to block the other thoughts from her mind.

As she turned to grab a fresh diaper from her bag, she noticed the girls sheepishly smothering laughter with their hands. Girls, she signed, what are you doing?

Nothing, Mommy. They signed back, smiling broadly.

Jeanie shook her head, smiling at them. Just don't break anything she told them and turned back to Michael. Just as she finished with Sean, she felt the floor begin to vibrate roughly.

A flight attendant knocked on the door. "Please return to your seat and buckle up." She said before moving on. Hand's shaking nervously, Jeanie hurriedly buckled Sean back into his pants, then slipped him into the backpack carrier. As she turned to the door, she felt a shudder vibrate through the plane and a sickening ripping sound reverberated in her ears. The plane began rocking back and forth precariously, and she and the girls were thrown against the wall.

She felt a drastic drop in pressure, and her ears began throbbing. This isn't right! She through in a panic as she fought against her natural instincts to open the door and escape. She pulled the girls into her arms and braced them between the wall and toilet. She heard screaming outside the door, and she prayed that it would all be over soon.