Okay all here we have it my first ever Lost OC Island story. Hope you all enjoy and feedback would be appreciated.

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Austin Dorsett was stumbling down the beach. His arm and back stung painfully but he pushed it to the back of his mind – instinctively he knew he had to help these people. Their screams were ringing into his ears and he scoured looking for anyone he could help. Up ahead he could see a man in a suit barking orders at everyone to get off the beach and gather at the edge of the woods just to be on the safe side but in the ensuing chaos only a handful heeded his order. As he came closer and closer to the wreckage of the plane he could see a woman half carrying and half dragging another young girl away from the plane. He ignored the stinging in his back and continued onwards.

He sprinted over seeing how she was struggling with the limp weight of the youngster. "Hey let me help" he said hurriedly picking the unconscious girl up from her grasp before the woman could argue.

"Thanks" she uttered out still dazed as she looked up at the man who had helped her out. He was towering over her shorter stature and he must have been well over six foot. He had cropped thick black hair with bright blue eyes and even in this madness a natural cheeky smile. His arms were probably the size of her head and it was no wonder he could easily take the woman's weight. "Let's take her up to the trees edge" she spoke her Irish accent thick as she tried to gather her own bearings. Austin nodded in agreement and he hurried ahead placing the woman down gently on the sand.

"So-" he began as he turned to look at the woman who had been behind him a second ago. But she wasn't there. Instead she was lying on the sand unmoving back where they had both rescued the blonde headed woman. He ran back to where she was his long legs covering the distance in no time and scooped her up from the hot sand and headed back to the jungle edge. Placing her down next to the other woman he tapped at her cheeks lightly. He could see the blood that matted the raven coloured hair on the side of her head and could only watch as it flowed freely down the side of her face. Austin winced for the girl as he inspected the wound – not that he knew much about head wounds. "Hey can you hear me?" he asked kindly continuing his prodding of her face.

The woman grumbled as pain filled her skull. It honestly felt as if someone was banging a bass drum onto her cranium and instantly cried out in pain. She could hear a distorted voice talking above her and ever so slowly she opened her eyes and came face to face with man who she had seen not so long ago. How was she here? One minute I was on my feet and the next I'm not? She thought inwardly as she began to come to once again. Ever so gently she eased herself up onto her elbows and the man helped her to come up into a sitting position. "Are you alright?" he asked kindly pushing back the matted hair off of her face so he could get a clear look at the wound.

"Y-yeah. I'll be fine" she got out her voice slightly slurred as his her mind tried to catch up with her vocals. She swatted his hand away as it grazed across her head and he instantly apologized. "What happened?".

"Well we crashed-" he began but she cut across him quickly.

"I know that, I mean just now" she spoke the pain making her incredibly irritable. She didn't mean to sound so snappy to the man who had ultimately helped her and the poor youngster who she had pulled from the water.

He was taken aback slightly but took it with a pinch of salt before continuing. "I helped you with that woman and we headed up towards here but when I turned around you'd passed out on the sand, so I went back and carried you up here" he said as he pulled off his flannel shirt leaving just his white tee on and pressed the shirt to her head gently. She took it off him and held it to her temple the coppery smell of blood as well as the throbbing making her feel nauseas.

"If you think I'm going to call you my hero you've got another thing coming" she spoke quietly but he could hear the humorous undertones to her voice. He let a low chuckle escape his lips, as much as he truly wanted to laugh he couldn't with what was going on around him on the beach.

"Well what can I say I'm a sucker for a Damsel in distress" He winked playfully trying his hardest to make her feel better. He could see her eyes were glazed and unfocused and so keeping her talking was the only thing he could think of.

She scowled at him through her half open eyes. "I'm going to ignore that" she spoke her dulcet tones thick with bluntness.

He took a quick look at the blonde woman who was stirring ever so slowly and then looked back at the woman whom he had just saved. He finally got a chance to study her appearance and must he say she would definitely be a distraction whilst they waited for rescue. She had long raven coloured hair that was pulled back into a tight messy ponytail. Her eyes were a deep shade of emerald green and a set of plump pink lips. She was naturally attractive with high cheekbones and pale skin. "What's your name?" he asked snapping out of his gazing; glad that she seemed to have not have noticed it.

"Emily McGrath" she said in a friendly manner and held her free hand out to him. "And yourself?".

"Austin Dorsett" He replied back courteously and shook her hand. The pain in his back was getting more intense and he couldn't judge whether the heat was from the sun or blood. "Who's she?" he asked pointing to the girl that they had pulled off the beach.

Emily shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know – I saw her lying face down in the water and I didn't want to leave her there, you know just in case she wasn't actually dead so I pulled her up onto the beach" she spoke quickly as she studied the girl who was only a few years younger than herself.

"Looks like you've done your good deed for the day then" he offered and she just scoffed at him and rolled her eyes.

"I'd rather not have to do anything to be honest. A plane crash? Really?" Emily grumbled as pressed the shirt a little harder to her head. She looked up at him and was shocked to see him swaying slightly. "You alright mate?" she asked as he nodded dazedly but couldn't do anything else as he slumped down into the sand. "Shit" Emily said leaning over him to see what was the problem. She could see some red coming around the side of his white shirt and rolled him over gently. A long cut ran across his back and she winced at the wound. With a groan she pulled his shirt off of her head and placed it down onto his back pressing down gently.

"A little help here!" she yelled loudly and almost instantly a man in a suit ran over to them looking at him with eyes wide. "He's bleeding a lot!" she said quickly looking at him and he nodded kneeling right down next to them.

"So are you!" he said pointing to her head before inspecting the wound to the muscly boys back. "I'll sort this I'm a doctor!".

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The sounds around her were muffled as if there was water spilling into her ears and her vision was blurred and doubled. Her head throbbed violently and with the little strength she had in her limbs she managed to push herself up painfully. It was then that her hearing came back and she realized that her ears had actually been filled with water. With a loud groan Melody Arnolds stumbled to her feet and took in the scene around her. It was complete carnage. That was the only word for it. The middle area of the plane lay on the sand it's engine's still whirring loudly. There were people running, screaming and crying hysterically as each tried to take in what was happening around them.

She staggered forward dizzily gathering her bearings as she scanned her surrounding area. Melody's mind just wasn't processing what was happening and she was completely numb to the situation. She hurried back towards the jungle which seemed like the safest option and instantly collapsed down catching her breath and trying to sort herself out. They had crashed. The plane had crashed. Her mind couldn't comprehend it all and it was as if everything had turned to mush.

"Hey lady are you injured?" A man asked as he made his way over to her after treating some of the other's who had pulled back to the shade of the jungle. She shook her head and looked up at him and his face seemed incredibly familiar – but with her thought's the way they were she just couldn't place him.

"N-no, I think I'm okay. My arm hurts a bit but that's it" she replied back on autopilot and he kneeled down in front of her and inspected it. She kept flinching and tugging her arm back from his grasp the pain stabbing at the wrist.

"It's not too bad, just looks like a sprain. I'll try and find something the support it with okay, don't put any weight on it yeah" he spoke his voice filled with authority and he continued down the beach dropping down next to people who were littered across the white sand.

Melody ran her good hand through her tangled wet hair with a sigh. This just couldn't be happening surely. This doesn't happen, plane crashes never happen these days. But it had.

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"Hurley!" RC yelled over the roaring of the engine as he hunted around for his brother. He had been sat right next to him on the plane; next thing he knew he was waking up in the jungle all alone bar some shrapnel. "Hurley!" he called out panic filling into his voice. He was frightened. Hell he was terrified, Hurley couldn't be dead, he just couldn't be.

He was about to yell again but stopped when he found his brother. Sat with a blonde woman next to the plane. A creaking sounded straight into his eardrums and looking up he was sure he had a mini heart attack as he watched it precariously begin to dip. His legs acted before his mind and he ran towards Hurley and screamed for him to move and he noticed another man do the same as him. The other man reached his brother before him and he could see them and a heavily pregnant woman bolt from the wreckage. His legs were still going though but he was stopped in his tracks as the entire plane exploded. It felt as if he had run into a sold brick wall as he was blown straight off his feet and into the air. He heard the sickening thud as his left shoulder came down first and the rest of his body followed. Everything around him was spinning precariously.

He was just about to close his eyes to escape the pain when he felt hands on his chest and opening his eyes he saw his brother hovering above him his face covered in sand. "RC! Are you alright? Please tell me you're okay?" Hurley got out panicking slightly. RC blinked several times and sat up right pain ripping through his shoulder which was hanging limply at his side. Instantly he threw his arms around the big man glad to see that he was alive and unhurt.

"Thank god you're alive bro" Hurley said happily as he eased his brother to his feet slowly.

"Looks like we are as unlucky as we think".

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Fires burnt up and down the beach as people sat in small clusters. There was small talk going on between the survivors, each trading stories and explaining more about themselves.

"So what's your story then?" Claire said kindly looking at the man to her left whilst rubbing her huge belly. The cramps had subsided but she was so scared that something could be wrong.

"My names Ryan, I'm 35 years old. I like travelling, doing something with my hands and I'm a bounty hunter" he said simply prodding at the fire with the long stick in his hand. To say he was pissed off was an understatement. It just had to happen didn't it. He was stuck on Island filled with people – and he was far from a people person. He was bored senseless by their mind numbing chatter and wanted nothing more than to get away but he was clever enough to realize that it wasn't a good idea.

"Interesting? A Bounty Hunter, that's… different" Hurley spoke as he scoffed down the food he had managed to find amongst the wreckage. RC was by his side his arm in a tight sling. "Bit weird" he added on but stopped when Ryan glared at him.

"What he means is it's not a common job really" Claire intervened with that bright smile on her face. She didn't want to use it but she had too. For her own peace of mind.

"Nah it's not" Ryan shrugged back idly his eyes going back to the floor. He had come off unscathed in the crash and for that he was thankful. He didn't want any injuries to hamper down his chances of getting off this place. The conversation moved onwards and he got to his feet walking away from the fire and to one of the more secluded parts of the beach.

When he got there he saw a shaggy blonde headed man lounging on one of the airliner seats. Ryan can vaguely remember him scavenging from the wreckage earlier on in the day and could see his large bundle of gear which surrounded him.

"Whataya want?" Sawyer spoke roughly as he turned to look at the big man who was approaching him.

"Just wondering if you've got any smokes? I rarely do smoke – except when I'm stressed and I think this counts as a stressful situation" Ryan said just as roughly. He had taken an instant disliking to the man. He just seemed to not care what was happening. Sure Ryan was incredibly bored at the people here but he had helped begin to make shelters for everyone and done his part. Sawyer on the other hand had not.

"And what if I have?" Sawyer challenged looking at him wryly. "Why should I give them to you Goliath? You don't look like a smoker?" He added on and Ryan thrust his hands into his pockets to keep himself calm.

"If you listened to what I just said then the latter part of my sentence answered your question!" Ryan snapped his tolerance for the man whittling away at a rapid pace.

Sawyer just tutted at him. "Smoking kills" he said throwing him one cigarette before turning and looking back out at the water a smug grin on his face.

It took every inch of Ryan's self control not to hit him over the head with the large rock to his right. But he took a deep breath and picked up the cigarette, not bothering to thank the Southerner for it and stalked off back to the fire. What kind of people am I stuck with? he groaned inwardly slumping back into his seat and lighting the cigarette with the fire in front of him.

"Okay next up you!" Hurley said with a smile as she looked at the blonde headed woman who had sat there and not said a word the entire time. The girl shrunk into herself a little and her eyes darted straight to the ground. How could she respond?. "Hey don't be shy! We're all friends here right?" he said a little too enthusiastically.

She nodded her head a small smile on her face, glad at the reassurance but still didn't speak. How she wished she could. But no – that unfortunately was not an option. And she wasn't shy, not at all. Just nervous as to how they would take her. She tried to think of how to tell them why she couldn't speak but was struggling to come up with ideas. Scanning the ground she picked up a small stick and drew into the sand.

Charlie who had joined the group moments before leaned over and read what she had written into the sand. "I am a mute" he spoke his British accent heavy as he looked around at the group. She nodded her head and then it clicked in their heads why she hadn't spoken a word the entire time. She hadn't even screamed when a few of the survivors pulled her out from under a piece of metal.

"Really?" Ryan said his interest picking up now as he looked at the girl. This was different.

She nodded again this time with more enthusiasm. Well there's some walls down. "So have you ever spoken a word?" A woman asked – She too had been quiet for a while, just sat there observing. She shook her head. "What's your name?".

She picked up the stick again and wrote into another piece of the sand. "Carissa Jones" Charlie read out for the group again. They all said their hello's to the girl who's mood had perked up instantly.

"Well Carissa it's nice to meet you! I'm Mickey" The woman said kindly holding out her hand for the girl to shake which she did ever so gingerly. Mickey didn't know what came across her. She was never this friendly with people. Not that she didn't want to be oh no – she just couldn't. But she felt some what comforted about someone else being on this island who has their physical problems, she felt at ease around her – something that didn't happen that often.

"So let's share stories what's yours?" Hurley said with a grin but at this Ryan just rolled his eyes his unsociable side coming out and he walked away once again looking for a more interesting group of people to bother with. Surely someone must be planning to do something.

"Umm well!" she began fiddling with her sleeve nervously. She didn't like everyone's eyes on her. In fact she hated it and she was sure she was sweating through her nervousness. "You k-know my name and uhh I'm 21 and I'm f-from Santa Barbra" she said as she tried to get herself together. Come on Mickey! She growled inwardly and lifted her gaze from the floor to them. "I'm not good at t-talking with people sorry, that's about it r-really!" she said as calmly as she could. Why did this have to happen? she murmured silently to herself as the other's pressed her for questions. This is not good.

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"How's your back?" Emily asked as she settled herself down next to Austin who was wincing every now and then.

"It's feeling better now, not as painful as it was! How's the head?" he asked back twirling the stick in his hands slowly. His mind was jumping between their situation and what was happening back home. Did his family know he had been in a plane crash? Did anyone know?.

"Sore. Feel like I've had a few too many whiskies" she laughed lightly turning to look at him. "Looks like we're even, you helped me and I helped you" Emily added on and the two shook hands again enjoying the easy banter that was going between them. "I wanted to ask you earlier" Emily spoke as she sat down around one of the other fires. Jack and Kate were in deep conversation whilst she sat talking to Austin. She had discovered that she enjoyed his company and was glad for someone of sane mind to talk to. "What happened to your shoes?" she said eyebrows knitted together in confusion.

A scowl came across his handsome face as he studied his now bare feet. "I don't know, I woke up and they were gone! My pride and joy" He laughed dramatically and roused one out of her as well. Jack had seen to the cut on her head and stitched it up whilst Austin had helped wipe away the blood that stained her pale skin.

"Wow. Can see where your priorities lie then" she chuckled back as she continued to pick up a handful of sand and dropping it back onto the beach. "Why don't you grab some off the bodies? They've got no use for them now" Emily put forward casually and Austin's eyes widened.

"That's cold" he said half joking half serious. "Taking clothes off a dead body, that's slightly disturbing, you know never speak ill of the dead. I think taking their clothes counts under that!" He said back and she rolled her eyes at him once again.

"Well this isn't under normal circumstances is it!" she said her voice firm as she looked right at him. "I've got my morals too, but the chances of us being saved aren't looking good at the moment and we need everything we can get" she said a little softer not liking the thought that they could be stuck here. The signal fire was big enough, surely someone would see them.

"That is bleak, didn't have you down as a pessimist sweetheart" he said understanding where she was coming from.

"Don't call me sweetheart! I hate pet names! And I'm not a pessimist, I'm a realist! Big difference" she spoke back rubbing at her sore temples slowly to try and ease the throbbing in her skull.

"Okay sorry!" he said holding his hands up in mock defeat. "So I know you don't like pet names and that you're a realist. What else should I know about you?" he asked deciding to make friendly conversation. The day had gone by quicker than he had expected and he knew that was down to his company which consisted of Jack, Kate, Sayid and Emily. They had been helping out on the beach, treating the wounded, making some shelters and building the signal fire.

"Well I'm 23 years old. Herald from the great country that is Ireland" she spoke and he laughed heartily.

"I'd never guess with the accent!".

She just scoffed at him before continuing. "I'm a freelance Archaeologist so I move around a lot. I mean everywhere it's a pain" Emily said as she crossed her legs underneath her moving closer to the fire as a chill came across her. "What about you Austin?".

"Unfortunately my life isn't half as interesting" he spoke his Texan drawl strong. "I'm 20, I work on my grandfather's ranch and have done for years now" Austin spoke feeling quite nostalgic as he thought of his grandparents. How much he missed them.

"That's how you got them guns then" Emily giggled lightly poking his arm. He just smirked and curled his biceps mockingly. "Oh ego swell" she added on the laughter subsiding.

"Austin, Emily?" Jack said cutting across their playful banter. The younger two of the group turned to look at them. "Me and Kate have been thinking, that maybe we should go and look for the cockpit in the morning?" He put forward and the two nodded back at him.

"I'm in" Emily said with a nod. Anything was better than just hanging around on the beach. "Me too" Austin chipped in as well and Jack nodded appreciating that they agree with his logic.

"Can count me in as well" Ryan said slinking forward from his perch in the darkness a little behind them. He had been watching the group for the last few minutes, observing them and he could instantly tell that it was this lot who were the figureheads of the island – and he wanted in.

"I don't think it'll take five of us to look for the cockpit, the smoke will show us where to go" Jack said looking at the hulk of a man who was stood there hands shoved in his pocket still.

"You can't stop me, I'm coming end of! I need to get off this beach and if there's anything out there you'll need the muscle to fight it off!" Ryan said seriously and then headed back off to his spot enjoying his own company.

"That was intense!" Emily said her eyes flicking to the man who was lying with his eyes closed on the sand.

"I sense a power struggle" Austin whispered but Jack still heard and just shook his head at the boy.

"If it's any consolation so do I" Emily whispered back but their conversation was once again rudely cut across but this time by something far more menacing. A loud rumbling as if someone was snapping and banging metal together came from the trees and instantly the entire population of the beach turned their attention to it.

"What the hell is that?" Emily and Austin said aloud as they both got to their feet, Jack and Kate doing the same. The sound was so familiar Austin thought as the whirring and crunching sound hit his ears – it was a sound that plagued his dreams every now and then. He shook that thought from his head and turned to look at the trees.

The trees in the distance were almost collapsing as the sound got louder and they could all feel the earth move beneath their feet.

"I don't know!" Jack said as he stepped forward to get a closer look. "But whatever it is – it isn't good!".

So first chapter down all. I do hope you weren't disappointed. I haven't watched the first season of lost for a long time so it might be a little rusty but I tried my best. I know some characters got more time than other's but trust me EVERYONE will get a fair share. I promise that. So let me know what you all think guys. Peace out.