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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The next morning, after an entirely sleepless night and crouching on the ground trying to stay warm, a bunch of us were huddled together in a circle just randomly talking about no one. It's time for a little review of the names! The British kid was Charlie, Boone's sister was Shannon, the little kid was Walt and his dad was Michael and that's about as far as I got. Unfortunately. But it's better than nothing.

"Does anyone have any sunblock?" Griffin asked, rubbing his arms and looking at the sun as though it was going to turn him into a pile of ash.

"Yeah, I do," Shannon replied, moving her blonde hair from one shoulder to another and giving it to Griffin. I looked over at Griffin and saw a ridiculous look of absolute adoration on it. I shoved him hard with my elbow and he shot me a death glare. I stuck my tongue out and pulled my knees to my chest.

"Are we seriously gonna sit here until they come to get us?" I asked, bored out of my mind and hot with the sun beating down on my backs.

"You could come with us to find the black box. We think we know where the front of the plane hit," Jack said, strolling up to us and kneeling down next to Boone.

"Really?" I asked excitedly, scrambling up and getting ready to go over to him. But of course, my ass of a brother had to grab onto my wrist and pull me back down. "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"We need to spend quality time together so you're not going. Maybe next time," Griffin said, obviously not meaning it. I rolled my eyes and sat down heavily shooting daggers at him.

"Well, if she's not going then can I?" Charlie asked excitedly, standing up and brushing his hands off on his jeans. I shot a glare at Griffin, but he was too engrossed in watching Shannon to notice. I rolled my eyes and looked up at Jack who had leaned in close enough to my ear that he could breath and it sent shivers down my spine.

"Are you sure you can't come?" he asked, his warm brown eyes full of sincerity. I shook my head regretfully, looking down at the sand.

"It's better if I listen to him," I said quietly, still not looking up at him. Jack nodded, patted my shoulder and walked away. I looked up and watched him walk away, an aching in my chest as I realized how much I wanted to go with him. Anything for a respite from my over protective brother and his weird ways.

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A while later, we all were ready to kill each other because of how bored we were. And it just so happens that two people almost did kill each other. Some Iraqi and a hick from the bowels of America were having a fist fight on the beach. Believe me when I tell you that it was hilarious to watch. All you could see was sand flying everywhere and a flash of either blond or black hair. All in all, I was surprised at how hostile these people were.

And then Jack had to come and break everything up. "That's enough! That's enough!" he yelled, his voice hoarse and his strong arms picking the hick up and pulling him off to the side.

"What the bloody hell is going on here?" Charlie asked in disbelief, his grey-blue eyes wide and surprised.

"He thinks that I'm a terrorist!" the Iraqi said thickly, clutching his nose.

"That is not what I said! See? He's so damn stupid he doesn't even know what I said!" the hick growled from where he was banished to. I rolled my eyes and shifted my feet, no longer finding any amusement in the fight anymore. "I said that it didn't make any sense that he would survive when the guy sitting right next to him didn't make it! And am I the only one that noticed him getting ripped out of line before we boarded! I am just sayin'!"

Then the Iraqi said something in his native tongue and the hick just set off! He started screaming, testing Jack's restraint against him and then Kate spoke up. "Knock it off!" she screamed, and why they listened to her, we'll never know.

"Oh great, little miss perfect is gonna have a little chat with us now," I growled, rolling my eyes and glaring at her. Griffin nudged me hard in the side and then shot me daggers. I stuck my tongue out at him and crossed my eyes. He started laughing and I allowed myself a half-smile.

"We found the transmitter but it's broken! Does anybody know how to fix it?" she yelled at us again, staring each and every one of us down.

"I might," Sayid said, stepping up to Kate and holding his hand out. "I was trained in things like these."

"I'm sure he was," Griffin hissed in my ear. I shoved him away and glared at him. He just rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his chest.

"Oh yeah. Let's trust this guy!" Sawyer growled, throwing his arms up into the air and turning his head to face Sayid.

"Hey!" I yelled at him, stepping up to face him despite Griffin's hand trying to pull me back. "Don't call him out just because you're too insecure to step up and say something yourself!" Sawyer just looked at me with wide eyes and his mouth hanging open. Glad to know I could shut him up. "You want to find a way off of here? What if he's our only chance?" Sawyer stayed silent. "That's what I thought, hick!" I said scathingly, turning away and stalking back to Griffin.

"You know what Hot Shot?" he yelled to my back. "I don't take orders from nobody! Not even little princesses like you!"

"Easy," Jack said, putting his hands on Sawyer's chest and pushing him away. "Go and find something to do that'll help us."

"What ever you say, Doc," Sawyer said venomously. "You're the hero." I looked back at him, watching with a twinge of sadness as he walked away. But then I remembered that he was just a low-leveled pig that wanted nothing to do with us and everything to do with himself.

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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!