DISCLAIMER: I don't own LOST, nor do I own the lyrics. It's The Tragically Hip and the song is Ahead By A Century...

I hope you like it! I'm not exactly sure how I feel about it yet...

XoXo

"Five minutes? You barge into my apartment, start screaming at me and then expect me to go to an airport? Yeah, your plan was really well thought out!" Griffin hissed sarcastically, rolling his eyes. "Adain!" I looked at him, fury roiling through my body. "Are you even listening to me?"

"Of course I am!" I growled, standing up and brushing my black jeans off. "I have no choice when all you do is talk, talk, talk, talk, talk." Griffin let a slight smile spread across his lips and then frowned, pulling the duffel bag over his shoulder and walking out of the apartment. "Where are you going?" I asked, following him with clipped footsteps. "What? You're not even going to lead me out of your house?"

"Why would I?" he asked, sounding a little miffed. "You're the one that decided it would be a good idea to come and get me!" I rolled my eyes and started to run after him, but after I almost tripped, I decided against that.

See, I've always been a little tipsy on my feet. Not drunk tipsy, just clumsy. So put me and heels together and we've got a problem.

"Stop falling!" I took a deep breath and then regained my composure, following him to a nice, silver Lotus Elise. He unlocked it with a press of a button and hopped inside.

"Oh my, God," I whispered, staring at the car. "There is no way that this is yours!" Griffin shot me a cock-eyed grin and motioned for me to get into the car. "Did you steal this?"

"Nope," Griffin said proudly. "Why so surprised?"

"Because when we left home you had a piece of crap car and now this?" I said, looking from Griffin's blue eyes to the silver of the car. "And there is no way that you are making enough money to own that car!"

"Who says that I'm not just holding it for a friend?" he quipped, rolling his eyes and turning the car on, obviously trying to get me into the car. Some music floated out of the speakers and I rolled my eyes, getting into the car. "You didn't have anything?"

"No. I knew exactly where you were. I didn't need anything," I explained, rolling my eyes. "And why are you taking a borrowed car to an airport? Won't your friend need it soon?"

"No. And stop asking questions. I'm trying to make this as painless as possible!"

I sighed, rolled my eyes, and stuck my arm out the window, hoping to gain a tan.

"First we'd climb a tree and maybe then we'd talk or sit silently and listen to our thoughts. With illusions of someday casting a golden light. No dress rehearsal, this is our life. That's when the hornet stung me and I had a feverish dream with revenge and doubt tonight we smoke them out."

I watched Griffin with my blue eyes, trying to figure out what was going on in his mind. He wasn't like I remembered. He was more closed off, almost like he was trying to shut everyone out. Which made no sense. Griffin had never been open, but he had never been completely closed off to the world.

"What are you watching me for?" he asked, glancing over at me. "Do I interest you or something? Do I remind you of loves lost? Because if I do, you're getting out of the car now!"

"Griffin!" I shrieked, pointing at an oncoming car. "What the hell are you doing? You're gonna get us both killed! God!"

"Will you just shut up?" he screeched at me, anger clouding his face. "It's your fucking fault I'm on this road!"

I blinked, set my jaw and fell silent, tapping my fingers on the outside of the car, listening to the music and trying not to get emotional.

"You are ahead by a century. Stare in the morning shroud and then the day began. I tilted your cloud, you tilted my hand. Rain falls in real time and rain fell through the night. No dress rehearsal, this is our life. That's when the hornet stung me and I had a serious dream with revenge and doubt tonight, we smoked them out. You are ahead by a century. But this is our life and disappointing you getting me down."

I could see the airport ahead, but Griffin didn't seem to acknowledge it's existence. "Griffin!" I screamed, clinging to the door as he screeched into a parking space. "What the hell are you doing? Are you trying to kill me?"

"That would make life easier, don't you think Adain?" he asked scornfully, getting out of the car, pulling his duffel bag over his shoulder and walking into the airport. I rolled my eyes, sighed and followed him, basically running to keep up with him.

"Can you please wait up?" I called, stopping in the middle of the road. I could see a car coming towards me, but I didn't move in case he saw an opportunity for heroism. And then, just as it was about to hit me, he ran full speed and grabbed my arm, pulling me away from the roadway.

"Are you mental? You could have been killed!" he screeched, anger showing that he really did care.

"Well, it would be easier wouldn't it?" I spat, wrenching my arm away from him and stomping in front of him. I could hear his heavy sigh, but didn't slow down.

We finally made it inside without anymore fights. Thank God. But when we were in the actual airport, waiting for the plane to come and take us to L.A., Griffin decided that he was bored.

"I'm bored," he sniffed, slouching in his chair. "I think I'm gonna get some takeaway, do you want some?" he asked, getting up and walking away.

"No," I sighed, crossing my arms over my chest and trying to find a bar.

I was wandering around, trying to find somewhere to get a drink, when I saw one! I took a deep breath and walked over to it, sighing as I sat down with my head in my hands. "Hard day?" a deep voice asked next to me. I looked up and saw a man with short brown hair. I shrugged, taking a sip of my drink. "Yeah, me too."

"What are you drinking?" I asked, pulling my fingers through my dark brown hair and smiling at him.

"Gin and tonic. You?" he asked, smiling back and tapping his fingers on the counter.

"Abbey Cocktail. I'm Adain O' Conner by the way," I introduced, holding my hand out to him.

"Jack Shepherd," he said, opening his mouth to say something else when Griffin showed up.

"There you are! I was looking all over for you!" he called, holding a bag of Japanese food. I rolled my eyes and jumped off of my stool.

"Well, it was nice talking to you, Jack," I smiled, waving.

"Yeah, you too," he answered, shaking my hand and pressing something to it. I looked down and it was a number. Score one for the dateless!

XoXo

A/N: So, there it was. How was it? Tell me in review because that'll just make me feel good! Anyway, I like it, and this was just the prologue, so it'll just get better from there!