Author's Note/Declaimer: I know all of you arte intelligent people. And I also know that you know that I don't own Lost or anything affiliate with it. I just have to mention it so that you don't try to sue me for all I'm worth- which is not very much actually.
So, this story takes place from the time of the crash hopefully to the end of the first season. If I get good reviews then maybe I'll even make a sequel covering season two. I will be messing with the story line a bit, so don't get mad at me if I add something, or do not mention something. You have been warmed. I can't cover all aspects of the series and I will make some changes to it. Thanks and enjoy! I split the first chapter into two parts because it was kind of long. So here's the first part of the first chapter……..
Chapter One: What Happened on the Beach (Part 1)
"Get up you damn girl!"
"What do you want from me?" Ryan cried, crawling on the ground, edging towards the doorway. Tears created two wet streaks running down her face and her eyes were wild with fear.
"I said get up!" The man advanced towards her, cowering over her tiny, young body, a knife clutched in his right hand, anger shining through his every action, every word. Ryan backed up against the door, her hand groping- searching for the doorknob.
"I've given you everything- I don't have anything else" she screamed as her searching hand felt cold metal. Thank god for small miracles. She pried the door open just as the burning knife sliced her cheek. Blood streamed down her face and she crawled into the hallway, tasting the warm, metallic taste of blood in her mouth.
"I said get up you bitch!" he cried as he ran into the hallway after her "Get up!"
Ryan sprung up, her hands clenched in fists, ready to fight. It took her a few seconds to realize that she wasn't in the Sydney Hotel anymore, but on a….beach. She looked wildly around her, wondering how the hell she got here. All around here there were people, dead, alive, injured- like a scene from those horror movies that she loved to watch. Only this wasn't a movie….this was startlingly real. Ryan fell back onto the sand, trying to remember what happened to her. There was that night in the hotel. She had left, left him, lefty her life, left everything behind and… got on a flight. She remembered then the next sequence of events with startling clarity. She had hitched a ride to the airport and asked them to give her a ticket to the flight that was leaving the soonest. She didn't care where it was to; she would have gone anywhere as long as it got her away from Australia. Coming there had been her first mistake. Then there was a crash, like the plane just fell apart in midair. And now….now she was here. Here with a bunch of bodies.
Just her god awful luck.
She should have known that everything was going to end up like this- being stranded on some sort of deserted island. Ryan was known to have the shittiest luck, and this was just another testimony to that. But maybe it was better this way. She's rather have an island be the death of her then die at the hands of a human. Man was so….unforgiving. She rather liked the idea of just falling into a deep sleep in this sun-drenched place and being in peace forever more. She lay down and smiled, giving up on the long, endless fight that was her life. Maybe it was best to just let go…..
"Are you going to sunbathe or are you going to help me?"
A voice cut into Ryan's thoughts and she scowled. Who was interrupting her deathbed? She opened her eyes and saw a man standing above of her. She frowned a bit and closed them again.
"Go away, I'm trying to die" she said, her voice a bit hoarse. She heard a small chuckle above of her.
"Well don't let me interrupt you" the man said, not moving.
"You already have" Ryan pointed out, opening her eyes once more and bringing herself into a sitting position. There really was no point of trying to die now- the man had ruined the little illusion for her. God, Ryan couldn't even get her death to go right…..she was so pathetic.
"What do you want?" she asked the man, still scowling a bit.
"Is it too much to ask if you have any medical experience" he said to her, knowing that she probably didn't. She looked too young to know much about anything, she was probably still in high school…
"My father was a doctor in the army, he read me medical journals for bedtime stories and took me into the operating room instead of daycare" she said, her voice quite flat. The man looked at her with eyebrows raised and Ryan shrugged. It was true…
"Okay then, if you could help me take care of the people here" he said, waving a hand at the bodies. Ryan nodded resolutely, getting up.
"Sure" she said, looking at he bodies in distaste. She was never one to disappoint a person in need, but bodies….not really her favorite. The man nodded at her.
"I'm Jack" he said, holding out his hand.
"Ryan" she said, shaking it before looking back at the bodies.
"You take the ones on the beach, I'm going into the jungle thing over there to see if anybody is there" he said, and she nodded once again. He walked of and Ryan found herself on a beach with a bunch of bodies….lovely. She walked over to the one nearest to her and knew even before listening for a heartbeat that it was dead. She did, however, do the mandatory pulse check and concluded that her reasoning was correct. She then looked at the body for a good two minutes, wondering what to do with it.
"You need help?" a man's voice said behind her. Ryan whipped around to find a quite….rotund man behind her.
"No, I'm fine" she answered quickly. She didn't like when people assumed that she couldn't do things for herself. She was a lot stronger than people realized. The man shrugged slightly.
"Whatever, you know- there's a lot more people over there" he said, pointing to another stretch of the beach. "People who are, like, alive" he added. Ryan sighed with relief. She would much rather be around alive people. The guy smiled at her.
"Here, I'll show you" he said, leading her over to the stretch, she followed after him like a little lost puppy dog.
"So, what were you doing on the plane? Where you alone?" the man asked her, obviously trying to make small talk. Ryan stiffened a bit.
"Yes, I was alone" she said, her English accented voice coming out a bit strained. The man didn't seem to notice since he went rambling on.
"You look a bit too young to be traveling on your own" he said, looking at her reproachfully. Ryan's jade eyes darkened a bit. God, what was up with everybody assuming that she was still in primary school?
"I'm eighteen- officially an adult" she said defensively. The man nodded a bit.
"Sure you are" he said quickly "I didn't mean to like, offend you" he said.
"I know" Ryan said simply, as she saw the "alive people" that the man was talking about. And what an odd group they were, but they didn't seem to need any medical attention . Ryan looked over at the man beside her.
"Thank you" she said quietly. The man winked at her.
"Hurley at your service" he answered and Ryan smiled.
"And what may we call you?" he asked her
"Ryan" she answered, looking at the people. There was a very pregnant lady among them and Ryan started to feel a bit apprehensive. Pregnant ladies were so much harder to take care of….
"Ryan" Hurley repeated simply, looking at the little girl beside him. She was medium height, about 5'6, 5'7 with long black hair and a pixie type face with huge green-gray eyes that made her look even younger than eighteen. And she was thin, too thin, and looked like those porcelain dolls that he had seen in a shop window before. Hurley decided that she needed food- bad. In fact- he needed food badly as well. He looked at the people around him.
"Does anybody have any food?' Hurley asked hopefully but was met with blank stares. Right then the pregnant lady cried out and clutched her stomach. Ryan rushed towards her, praying that she wasn't in labor. She couldn't deliver babies! She didn't even like babies!
"Are…are you okay" Ryan asked the lady, her voice coming out with a bit of effort. The lady nodded slightly.
" It hurts sometimes" she answered, her voice pained. Ryan searched the pockets of her jacket. She extracted a small bottle of aspirin, amazed that it was till there, and even more amazed that it was still closed. She opened the bottle and dropped the remaining two into her palm. She gave them to the lady.
"Here- take these. I'm afraid I don't have any water to go with them" Ryan said, pushing the two pills into the woman's hands. The lady gratefully swallowed them, not even asking why Ryan had aspirin with her. Not that Ryan would have answered her if she did ask… she leaned back slightly and closed her eyes. Another crisis averted for now.
"Are you a doctor" another voice asked her. Ryan groaned again. No, she wasn't a doctor! She despised medicine! Why in the world had she agreed to help Jack? She opened her eyes and found herself looking into a pair of concerned, blue gray eyes. She stood up straight, and swept her eyes over the person in front of her, looking for signs of any major injuries. She first noticed that the man was devastatingly hot. Then she noticed that he seemed to be unharmed. Pity… she wouldn't have minded patching him up.
"You don't seem to be hurt" she said slowly.
"It's not me, it's Shannon, she refuses to…" Ah, Shannon. So the guy was hot and taken. Again with Ryan's wonderful luck.
"Where is she" Ryan asked, exasperated, cutting the man off in mid-sentence. He pointed to the water where a blonde lady sat, looking off into the water.
"She refuses to believe that we're stranded" he said, sounding just as exasperated as Ryan.
"I'm not a physiatrist" Ryan said, looking at the man. He frowned slightly.
"Are you saying you can't help?" he asked her. Ryan sighed once more. God, why did everybody expect so much out of her.
"What do you want me to do?" she asked the man incredulously.
"I don't know- you're the doctor!" he countered angrily.
"I'm not even a real doctor!" she answered back, watching as his face fell a bit.
"I thought you looked too young" he said, angering Ryan more than anything else on this island had managed to anger her. Her eyes flashed and her mouth set into a grim line.
"I am not a baby, I am not young and I can take of any problem you or any other god damn dense person thrusts upon me!" she exploded, pivoting on her heels and rushing towards blonde little Shannon. Screw this whole island and everybody on it! Ryan heard footsteps behind her as the man caught up with her once again.
"What the hell was that?' he asked, sounding shocked. Ryan didn't even turn around to look at him when she answered.
"I am not young, nor incapable" she said resolutely. "I can take care of myself and everyone else on this island if need be" she added. The man looked at her, the tiny little fireball that was half his weight and for some reason believed her. She was the type of person that he would feel okay to protect him, a person who had lived their whole life fighting and clawing and could beat the hell out of any thing that came their way. It would have been sad if it wasn't as weird.
Ryan walked over to Shannon and sat down beside her. The lady gave Ryan a one over and turned towards the man.
"Boone, why the hell did you bring some middle school girl over here?" Shannon asked. Ryan felt her blood boil, but kept it in check.
"He asked me to help you" Ryan answered curtly. Shannon turned around to Ryan.
"And how are you supposed to help me?" Shannon asked. There was no way in hell this little twelve year old was going to help her. Like she even needed help….
Ryan turned and faced Shannon, her face set.
"Listen, I'm not going to try to make you believe anything that you don't want to. I'm just here to tell you the straight facts. We're stranded, we're lost, and we've all got our problems" Ryan said "Will we ever be rescued? Most likely. Will we die? Probably. I can't tell. All I know is that we are here and you need to face that fact and try to keep yourself alive because I've got a beach full of dead people and a pregnant lady to take care of and I can't waste all my time trying to convince a person like you to get off your high horse and face facts" Ryan said, getting up and walking away from Shannon, feeling the girl's burning gaze on her back. Hurley then showed up, food in his arms.
"Guess what I found in the plane galley! Food, now we can……" his voice trailed off when he was a very vexed Shannon giving a murderous glare to an angry looking Ryan, and a confused Boone looking on at the whole scene.
"Can't I leave you guys alone for one minute?" Hurley asked, sighing.
So, what do you think? Please review and tell me- I appreciate it! I will be getting up part two shortly- I just need to make a few adjustments on it.