A/N: Set after season two. Rated T for some swearing and violence. Not much though. This is my first FanFic so be nice! I do not own anything by the way. You probably knew that though. I only own the idea for my character in this story, and she is a bit...odd.
How many days had she been in here? She had lost count some time ago. The only thing she looked forward to in her days were the meals she was given. How often, she wasn't sure. She only knew she was in there camp. The others camp. She had been planning an escape for so long, but she needed more people for them to work. She might have been able to pull one off by herself. Might. It wasn't worth the chance though. If the others found out, they would put her in the room. She hated the room. The others only put her in there is she didn't do what they said, or if she said something to any of them. They didn't ask her to do much, and she had never been much of a talker.
The day had started like any other. Nothing happened. She had never expected anything to happen. Then, the door opened, and light flooded most of the room. She didn't even look up until she heard the other voices. Voices she had never heard before. Well, they were more mumbles, but still. She stayed out of the light the door made so they could not see her because; she thought they were going to put her in the room. But Zeke never came in. Instead three people were pushed into the door and then, darkness. She couldn't see them, but she heard them moving around.
"Great plan Jack-O." said a voice with a thick southern accent. "You got us captured. 'I wouldn't bring you into this without a plan.' Well, what's the plan now? Hmmm?" Plan? Had one of them had a plan to come to the others? What kind of a plan was that? Had they actually thought the others wouldn't capture them? Were they that stupid? "Just stop Sawyer!" yelled another voice. She guessed this was 'Jack-O' the other voice was talking about. "Sayid will figure out what happened. He suspected Michael was with the others." He heard someone sit down, and mumble something about 'why should we trust him' or something like that. Then someone stepped on her foot. Crap. "Kate?" said the voice. Kate? She guessed Kate was the third person that had been pushed in. "I'm not Kate." She said, and the other person stepped back in surprise.
"Who are you?" the other person asked his, voice full of uncertainty. "I'm Megan." She said, looking around. She couldn't even see where anyone else was in the darkness. "Who are you?" Megan could hear someone bend down beside her. "Were the survivors of a plane crash, Oceanic flight 815. We crashed here with at least 48 other survivors." They said. "How did you get here? How old are you?" Megan could barely see the outline of someone just in front of her, though she couldn't make out many details.. "I'm 14. My boat crashed on this island when I was with my family." She decided not to give out anymore about herself. It could be just another trick by the others.
"I'm Jack." The person beside her sighed. "I'm guessing you don't know the way out of here?" A small beam of light flickered on, and she saw that Jack had a small flashlight. He shined it around the room slowly, looking for a way out, and it showed a vent in the ceiling. It was big enough so that they could all get through it, but it was too high up for anyone to reach. He then shined the light on a chair in the corner, one that Megan had long forgotten about. "We can get out this way..." Jack said, but Megan cut him off. "We can't escape from here! You think they won't find us once they know were gone! They aren't just going to let us all go!" Jack looked surprised at her sudden outburst, and Megan quickly looked down. "You've got a better idea, Blondie?" The southerner asked.
Megan looked at him, confused. Blondie? Was that a nickname for her or something? "Well, the last time I tried to escape, I got put in the room." She replied. "The room?" Jack asked, but Megan looked away again. "Ok, well we have to try to get out. If you don't want to come…" Jack let his voice trail off, and he moved the chair under the vent. "I'll go up first. Then Megan, then Sawyer, and then Kate." He said, shining the light on a brunette that sat huddled in a corner. "Ok?" Kate nodded slightly, but didn't look at Jack. "Alright…let's go."
A/N: I hope you like the first chapter. Review please! Short chapter, but I promise my next ones will be longer!