A/N: Welcome to my LOST fan fiction! Thank you for choosing to read this story, I hope you won't regret it. Disclaimer: I do not own LOST or any of its characters, settings, or plots. All rights go to Damon Lindelof, Carlton Cuse, JJ Abrams, and the other creators of LOST. Updates are very Friday, but that schedule is subject to change. I hope you enjoy reading Lena's story as much as I enjoyed writing it. And now, without further ado, I present to you: Adrift.

Lena opened her eyes and was greeted by a blindingly clear blue sky.

It all came rushing back to her. The airport, the plane, the turbulence. And, apparently, the crash.

She stood up slowly and checked for injuries. Besides a few cuts and bruises, she seemed to be fine.

Lena glanced around, taking in her surroundings. She was on a beach, which was in complete chaos. The remains of the plane she had been on were scattered across the ground, and people were running around, panicked.

"Help! Someone help me!"

Lena whirled around towards the voice that cried for help, but she couldn't see who needed the most help out of everyone.

"Please help! My leg!"

This time, Lena found the source of the voice, a man with his leg trapped under a very large piece of metal. A few people were already over there, but there efforts didn't seem to be enough.

Lena ran over and grabbed one end of the metal piece. She grunted in efforts as she and the others managed to lift it away.

The man's leg was extremely bloody, and one guy puked at the sight of it. But blood didn't bother Lena. Not anymore.

A dark-haired man in a suit knelt down next to the guy and used his tie to make a tourniquet. Lena guessed that he was a doctor, and she was relieved that there was at least one doctor here.

There were more screams, and Lena saw a blond girl standing dangerously close to the still-spinning engine.

"Hey!" Lena shouted. "You need to move!" The girl looked at her wide-eyed, and in that moment, Lena really wished she had better people skills.

"I know everything is really scary and crazy, but you need to get away from that engine, alright?" Lena said in a gentler voice. The blond girl nodded and ran off towards the other end of the beach without a word.

Lena surveyed the beach again. Most people seemed to have the good sense to get away from the wreckage, and the injured ones were being helped.

"Well." Lena muttered to herself. "That was certainly an interesting flight."

…

"Would you like anything to drink?"

Lena was abruptly pulled from her thoughts as the flight attendant stopped next to her seat with the drink cart.

"Just some water, please." Lena said. She was not at all in the mood for alcohol. The flight attendant poured the water into a small cup and handed it to Lena, who drank it all in one sip.

Suddenly, the plane shook slightly, and Lena nearly jumped in her seat. But the turbulence only lasted for a moment, and she quickly calmed down. Lena was always on edge. She had to be, in her line of work. But she had hoped that she would be able to relax on the plane.

No such luck.

The plane shook again, and Lena gripped the armrest of her seat tightly. She hated flying, but that was the only way to get from Australia to Los Angeles.

"Ladies and gentleman, the pilot has switched on the 'fasten seatbelt' sign. Please return to your seats and fasten your seatbelts." Said a voice that echoed throughout the plane. Lena set down her drink and quickly bucked her seatbelt as the shaking continued.

Then it got even worse. There were screams coming from all around. Luggage fell out of the overhead compartments and flew around the lurching plane.

Oxygen masks fell from the ceiling, and Lena put hers on, panicked. She breathed deeply as she shielded herself from falling bags. The plane was falling, spinning out of control, and Lena was trapped in it.

Lena felt something hit the back of her head, and she groaned, seeing spots dancing before her eyes.

"Oh sh-" But she didn't get to finish that sentence, as her eyes closed and everything went dark.

…

Lena pulled the hair tie from her wrist, grateful for her habit of always having one on her. She pulled her dark red-brown hair back into a ponytail and tightened it so that her hair wouldn't get in the way.

"Alright, Lena, focus." She muttered to herself. "You just have to survive until they come rescue us." And hopefully, someone would come rescue them soon.

A few people had started to build a fire, so Lena made her way to the jungle that was behind the beach to collect wood.

Lena picked up some wood that would be good for a fire. At least, she thought they would be good for a fire. She honestly had no idea.

After picking up a few armfuls of firewood, she made her way back to the beach. The fire was going, but it certainly wasn't big enough for a plane to see.

"Here." Lena said, dumping the firewood she had collected on the ground. The man that was adding wood to the fire looked up. He had dark olive skin and curly hair that was cut just above his shoulders.

"Thank you." He said in an accent she couldn't quite place. Lena nodded and started to walk away when he called out to her.

"Wait!" He said. "What's your name."

"I'm Lena." She said. "What about you?"

"My name is Sayid." He said. "Do you think you could help me with the fire?" Lena nodded and jogged back over to him. She picked up some of the wood from her pile and started putting it in the fire. As she did so, the flames rose higher and higher, and with it, her hopes got higher as well.

She glanced over at Sayid as they both worked on the fire. She wanted to start a conversation, but she wasn't exactly sure what to say in that situation. And what could she possibly say? Wow, what a great plane crash?

"You think they would have come by now." Sayid said, breaking the very awkward silence.

"Who?"

"Anyone." Sayid replied. And just like that, Lena's hopes went plummeting down. Their chances of rescue were getting less and less with each passing minute.

"You never know." Lena said. "Maybe the people coming to rescue us landed far from here and they're looking for us right now."

"I admire your optimism, but that isn't very likely." Sayid sighed.

"Well, aren't you a ray of sunshine." Lena muttered sarcastically. Sayid raised his eyebrows slightly, and Lena held back a laugh.

Suddenly, there was a loud screeching noise coming from the jungle. It was unlike anything Lena had ever heard, eerie and deafening.

"Is that Vincent?" The kid, Walt, asked. Lena didn't know who Vincent was, but she was pretty sure that they didn't make that noise.

"It's not Vincent." Replied Michael, his father.

There was a loud crack, and trees started to fall, smashing to the ground. Whatever made that noise seemed to be causing it. It wasn't like anything she had ever seen before. There was some kind of monster in the jungle.

"What the hell?" Lena muttered.

"Did anyone else see that?" The pregnant woman, who Lena was pretty sure was named Clare, asked. In the jungle, more trees were falling, but the noise was fading out.

"Terrific." Charlie, the British guy, said, voicing everybody's thoughts.

What the hell was this island?