Here is a little Lost based one shot because Lost is my other obsession. This is the one of the first scenes in the pilot where Jack and Kate first meet. Kate is Emma and Jack is Killian. I hope you all like it! Shout out to all my losties out there!

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Lost

"Excuse me!"

A desperate voice pulled Emma out of her daze. She turned her head, slightly, to see a man on his knees, side coated in blood.

"Did you ever use a needle?" His accented voice asked her, using his hands to signify what he was asking in case she did not speak English.

Emma pressed her lips together. The wind blew on her face, cooling her down. She eyed the man. He was tall, dark hair and dark features, with blue eyes resembling the ocean behind him. He kneeled in the sand, trees on his one side and rocks all around him. His white dress shirt, soaked with the red liquid also on his side, was discarded on the ground.

"What?" She forced out.

"Did you ever-" His breath was unsteady, but he had good reason for that. "patch a pair of jeans?" His hands repeated the sowing motion.

"I, um." She closed her eyes, as if she was trying to remember something from a previous life. It might as well be though. They were on a island. Their plane had just crashed here. Anything before that felt like another life. "I made the drapes in my apartment."

"That's bloody fantastic!" His sullen voice cried. He looked pale, terrified, and in pain. "Do you have a second? I could use a little help here."

Of course she had time. They all did. It was not like she could go anywhere. They were stuck. Emma did not say yes, or even nod, just walked towards the man, the man pleading with her for help,kneeling in the sand.

"Help with what?"

He raised his arm and turned towards her, revealing the full extent of his wound. Emma grimaced. "With this." His voice calmed a bit, now that he knew he was getting help. "Look, I'd do it myself." He rushed his words together. "I'm a doctor-I just can't reach it-"

"You want me to sew that up?" Emma asked, repulsed.

"It's just like the drapes. It's the same thing." He assured her. Something is his voice trusted her, despite not even knowing her name. The only reason they were having this interaction is that they were both poor unfortunate souls who boarded a fateful plane that crashed on some deserted island.

"With the drapes I used a sewing machine." Her voice caught with emotion as she finally realized the weight of the situation. People were going to die and she was no Savior. She could do nothing to stop it.

"No! You can do this!" His accented voice pleaded again. His eyes looked at her as if she was a miracle worker, here to save him from his untimely doom. "I'm telling you. If you wouldn't mind-" He panted, the heat and adrenaline catching up to him.

"Of course." She whispered, ignoring his thanks.

He handed her a bottle of liquid. "It's for your hand."

"How did you get a bottle of rum on the plane?" She joked despite herself.

"It's not rum, love. If it was, it would have been gone already." He kneeled closer to her so she could reach the injury. "Save me some though." She raised her eyebrow at him. He did not look like a heavy drinker, but a plane crash could drive anyone to need a pint. "For the wound." He explained.

Emma picked up the little box he had with a needle and thread. "Any color preference?"

He laughed and for a second it almost seemed like they were not survivors of a plane crash, but just normal people, talking. "No. Standard black." He reached around her, grabbing the alcoholic beverage he still had not told her how had gotten and poured it on his side.

Emma gently placed her hand on his side, taking a long breath in before starting. She had to force herself to keep her eyes open and not look away.

"You can do it, love." He whispered to her.

"Emma. My name is Emma."

"Killian. I would tell you that it is nice to meet you, but all things considered."

"Noted." Emma kept her hand as steady as she could, trying to calm down her shaking hand. "I might throw up on you."

"You're doing fine." He gritted through his teeth.

"You don't seem afraid at all." Emma pointed out to him, keeping her eyes on his side instead of looking up at his face. "I don't understand that."

"Well, fear is sort of an odd thing-" He paused for a second, grunting from the pain. "When I was in residency, my first solo procedure was a spinal surgery on a sixteen year old lass. After thirteen hours, I was closing her up and I accidently ripped her dural sac. It's at the base of the spine where all the nerves come together. The membrane-its at thin as tissue.

"So, it ripped open." He continued. "Nerves just spilled out of her like angel hair fluid flowing out of her-the terror was just so...crazy. I knew I had to deal with it, though. So, I just made a choice. I let the fear in, let it take over and do its thing. But only for five seconds. That was all I would bloody give it. So I started to count. One, two, three, four, five. And it was gone."

Emma stopped sewing to look up at him, never moving from her position.

"I went back to work, sewed her up and the lass was fine." He finished.

"If that had been me-"Emma finally spoke. "I would have run for the door.

"No, I don't think that's true." Killian shook his head."You're not running now."

"You don't know me." She whispered as she finished sewing his side.

"You are something of an open book to me, Emma." It was the first time he had used her given name. "You are stronger than you think."

"Thank you." She put away the thread and needle, letting him inspect her work.

"No. Thank you, love." He stood.

"It's no problem." She rose to her feet, waiting for him to say something else.

"I should probably get to the beach." He told her. "Make sure everyone else is fine." Emma just nodded.

"You are welcome to come, love. I could sure use some assistance."

Emma laughed."I think I will leave the medical part to you. But I am sure I can find some way to help on the beach."

"Aye. That you can."

Emma felt a little less afraid than she had in the first moments when they had crashed. They were both headstrong, despite the physical and emotional pain. They would make sure everyone was safe and got off this island. Emma found it ironic that it took surviving a plane crash to finally find someone who would look after her, but she would take what she could get.

As the two of them walked towards the wreckage, Emma felt Killian give her hand a squeeze. The two of them would get through this-together.