Author: Skytate19

Title:Lost

Summary: The Oceanic 815 leaves form Sydney with hundred of passengers aboard. All of them have one reason to be on the flight. One of them is trying to run from his past, but he will soon come face to face with it. Will he be able to win against it?

Disclaimer: this is pure invention of my sick mind; things belong to their owner, blah, blah, blah…

Chapter Three

The sun was rising at the horizon. Everything was lightened by his marvelous colors. Bridge sighed heavily: he had just take that plane to run away from his fate, and he crushed on the island, far away from whatever type of civilization he had ever known. He didn't even know if he ever will go back.

Yeah, back… But where?

After what he had done, he doesn't know where he wanted to be. For sure, not back in Sydney. Maybe the crush was a blessing, after all.

He heard someone talking behind him. He turned around to see a girl and a guy arguing "You're crazy Boone… they're going to save us! So stop this thing that no one is going to get us and relax…"

The guy, apparently whose name was Boone, sighed "Shannon I swear… we were out of our route. So we have to help the others while we're here. Or do you want to lie in the sun to get a tan?"

The blond girl, Shannon, looked at her skin, than she took a towel and started walking away "You know… it's not a bad idea. Have a good day, smartass"

Boone's blue eyes widened horrified. He shook his head and went back collecting his things. Bridge was fighting the urge to laugh at the scene, but he won against it: there was already Sawyer who hated him; he didn't need someone else hating him.

He put his hands in his pockets and started walking on the beach looking for something to do: if he had to stay on the island, at least he wanted to help. He spotted the pregnant woman set on the sand with a cowboy hat on her head and writing on what seemed a journal.

Bridge decided to approach her, in case she needed something "Hey… can I help you with something?"

The girl looked up and smiled "No thanks. But I can need someone to chat with if you're available…" Bridge laughed and set down near her "Well… I was about to hit the shopping centre near us but I think I'd rather be here… I'm Bridge" he said extending his hand. The girl shook it gently "Clare. And please don't ask me question about my pregnancy… I'm sick of it"

The boy nodded "Ok… so, what you think about the other survivor?" he asked without thinking of it. Clare looked confused at him "mmm… it's not like I've known them for years, but I can say that they're nice, even though they seems to have some kind of secrets… what about you?"

Bridge looked strangely at her "What about me what?" "Apparently everybody is here for a reason for what I've heard… it's not like I believe this. But why you where on the plane?"

The boy paled suddenly. He couldn't say the reason. Suddenly, memories of that moment came into his mind.

Sydney Hilton Hotel, 17.00

Bridge looked around him. He had to get rid of him; he wanted the scoop for himself. He didn't care if he was his love or something else, work came first.

He saw the bodyguards at the elevator and an idea came to his mind. He approached them and whispered "Do you see that guy at the check-in desk? He is a reporter…"

The big guy looked at the man he was talking about, then he and his mate went near him to talk. After a moment, they dragged the man out of the hotel, while Bridge was grinning from ear to ear at him…

He shook his head at the girl near him smiling "Not much… I just wanted to visit some friends at Los Angeles. We were planning to do a coast to coast trip."

Clare was ok with the answer. Then they heard someone behind them "Here you are… I was looking everywhere for you two." Both looked up and saw Jack looking at them. One smiled, and one blushed "Are you here for you checks?" Claire said still smiling "Yeah, I know I've already done it 2 hours ago, but since you're 8 months pregnant we have to control"

Bridge was still silent and blushing. Why he is so uncomfortable near him? Maybe he isn't, or maybe… "Bridge… Are you ok?"

He got rid of his thoughts and saw the doctor looking at him worried. Claire, however, knew what was going on and grinned. "Nothing Jack… I still have to get use all of this…"

Jack nodded "Well… we've have found a small radio in the jungle… maybe it flew out of the plane when we crashed. Sayid ménage to repair it, but we have to find a place where we can reach the signal without being blocked by the mountains. You want to come with us?"

The boy was happy about it "Sure. It's not like I have to do something else… see you later Claire!"

The girl smiled at both of them as they started to walk away. He then turned to Jack "Where are you planning to get it on?"

Jack turned to the boy and looked at him curious. He then turned to the jungle and pointed to a mountain that stood out from the others "Up there"

Bridge looked at the mountain and sighed. He's never walked that much in his life, even got on a mountain. At least he was going to be helpful in some way…