DISCLAIMER: I don't own LOST, nor do I own the lyrics. It's The Charlatans and the song is Blackened Blue Eyes...

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

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"Are you actually stepping up to become a big brother?" I asked sarcastically, covering my mouth with my hand and smiling. Griffin turned around and glared at me, cutting my short ceremony off. "You can hardly blame me for coming up with something when you all of a sudden appear out of nowhere and pretend that you actually care about me!"

"Whose to say that I don't?" he asked, pretending to be insulted.

"Well, it could just be the fact that you left when I was sixteen and never came back!" I hissed angrily, trailing him to our seats. "Have you ever thought about that?"

"Let's not talk about this now," he sighed, sitting down heavily and pulling his iPod out. I rolled my eyes and ripped an earbud out of his ear. "What the bloody hell do you think you're doing?"

"It's the perfect time to talk about so let's!" Griffin just ignored me, took the earbud back and shoved it into his ear. I rolled my eyes, sat down and pulled my CD player out, pressing play and sinking into the calmness of it.

"A Charlatan, I, noble and wild. Hustlin' for tricks to help you feel loved. And we all need a shoulder to cry on once in a while. And there won't be a dry eye in the house tonight. Blackened blue eyes. I don't care too much for your circumstances or you situation-wise."

I looked up and saw that Griffin had gotten up and was now talking to a pretty blonde that had dropped something. How typical. He was off flirting with some random girl and I was stuck watching over his bags. What the hell? Why did I always get stuck with the work while he got to play? Seems like that was the age old story for us! But-

I was interrupted mid-rant (how unfortunate, I know) by some random guy sitting next to me. I felt like saying that that was Griffin's seat, but then I remembered that I was mad at him. So I kept my mouth shut.

"Do you find it annoying when a relative starts flirting with random guys?" he asked randomly, not letting anything stop him from talking. "I mean. What if you were trying to have a really meaningful conversation and then they just decide to talk to someone else that's cuter than you?"

I tried to back away because I was kind of scared of this random guy spouting his life story at me. But the odd thing was, I opened my big fat mouth and said, "yeah. I totally get it." What the bloody hell was wrong with me? Wasn't I raised to not talk to strangers? Oh, wait! I skipped that lesson! "Actually it's happening right now." I pointed over to Griffin and I watched the guy's eyes widen.

"That's my sister!" he gasped, turning his ice blue eyes to my blue eyes.

"That's my brother," I smiled, looking back at Griffin and the girl. "I'm Adain by the way. Adain O' Conner."

"Boone Carlyle," he replied, sticking his hand out. I shook it, feeling relief as there wasn't another number in it. "So, what are you listening to?"

"Blackened Blue Eyes," I explained, slouching back into my seat and pressing play.

"A Charlatan, I will blossom and die. One day you'll find a real need for love or you live with the fear for the rest of your life. And there won't be a dry eye in the house tonight. Blackened blue eyes. I don't care too much for your circumstances or you situation-wise."

I looked over at Griffin and was surprised at how happy and relaxed he looked. Like he had been doing this forever and this was what he was good at. And maybe he was. All I knew was that I gave him so much stress and I probably overrode all of the protective barriers he put up. And sure, I felt bad about it, but what was I supposed to do? He left me with my ass of a father and just expected me to be fine until I moved out? I didn't think so!

"Flight 815 is now boarding!" someone called over the loudspeaker. We (me and Boone) jumped out of our seats, I grabbed Griffin and his duffel bag and then we ran to the plane, getting ready to board and leave Australia!

"The one thing I hate, the numb and the fake. The gutless who rape, the jaws of a snake. We all need a best friend we can trust with our lives til the end. Blackened blue eyes, I don't care too much for second chances. Blackened blue eyes, I don't care too much for final chances. Ride out into a world of random prostitutes. I'll show you some fantastic scenes and it will be all right. Blackened blue eyes, blackened blue eyes, blackened blue eyes."

I took my seat next to Griffin and rolled my eyes, frustration bubbling at how cavalier he was acting! "What's your problem A?" he asked, picking at his nails. "You're acting like you hate me."

"Oh, like you act all the time? Oh, wait! It's not an act for you is it?" I hissed, glaring at him harshly. Griffin shrugged and then looked out the window. "Now what are you doing?"

"We're not going back home are we?" he asked sullenly, turning his sad eyes to mine and running his fingers through his hair, making it even messier. "I mean, not that I don't want to see where most of the memories are. But I seriously can't deal with dad right now."

"Don't worry," I sighed, rolling my eyes and slouching back in my seat. "I wouldn't dream of making you feel uncomfortable."

"Are you being sarcastic?"

"Of course not!" I closed my eyes and then started laughing as he elbowed me in my ribs. "Stop it!"

"Did that actually tickle?" he asked, his blue eyes wide and smiling.

"No," I sulked, facing away from him. "But that's-" And that's when the shaking started. There was a low rumbling and the masks dropped from the ceiling. I looked up and Griffin shoved the mask onto my face and then shoved it on his own. I was breathing short and fast, trying not to have a panic attack. I could see everyone around me, even one person get sucked out of the plane. I closed my eyes tightly and tried not to cry. I had to be tough, I had-

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I woke up face down in the sand, something warm and sticky running down my cheek forehead into the sand. I rolled over, took a deep breath of air that was not filled with sand and looked up at the clear blue sky. There were screams and explosions happening all around me but there was only one name that was on my mind. Griffin. I stood up, swayed on my feet a little bit, and then started running to find him. I (accidentally) ran into Boone, with tears running down my cheeks and my breath becoming frantic.

"Are you okay?" he asked sweetly, pulling me away from him. I nodded and started to look around for Griffin, just one little sign that he was okay. I tore away from Boone and started to run down the beach. "Hey! Do you have a pen?" he called after me with his hands cupped around his mouth.

I turned around and shook my head. What an idiot?

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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!