A/N: Thanks for all the positive reviews! I'm really excited to take this story to a whole new level! Flashbacks will be italicized.
And my mom totes walked into my room while I was writing it...she picked up my notes (which I have an entire spiral for my writing to jot down ideas when they come to me) and read them. She called me a dork for being eighteen years old and into Victorious. Like, I don't even care. Haha! :P
Disclaimer: I don't own Victorious or Lost.
"I'm sorry, sir, but the ten o'clock flight has been delayed," the receptionist repeats herself for nearly the fifth time.
"But I need to be in LA by eight in the morning, America time!" a teenage boy protests exasperatedly.
The woman behind the counter rolls her eyes at the comment 'America time'. "Mr. Oliver, I'm sorry, but –"
"Beck."
"Pardon?"
"My name is Beck; I don't need to be called by my last name," Beck Oliver insists, running a hand through his hair impatiently. "Listen, it's important that I'm back home at a specific time."
"There were issues with the plane and no one is permitted to board at this time," she says, her British accent heavy with annoyance.
He huffs, pulling his cell phone from the breast pocket of his plaid button up in order to check the time. "Any idea when we'll be up in the air?"
"The last update we've received has inspection continuing on through at least midnight. Now, Mr. Oliver, please go have a seat and try to relax."
Beck reluctantly snatches his passport and boarding pass away from the employee before marching in the direction of the waiting area. He plops down in one of the numerous plastic chairs and begins to rummage through his brown backpack. Beck pulls out a black notebook and opens it up to a tabbed page.
He runs another hand through his hair and releases a low breath. He detaches the pen from its slot on the side of the notebook and marks a straight line through the name '20-20 Castings', then writes NO in the left-hand margin. Beck closes his eyes; feeling defeated, he shuts the book with a loud snap. Dropping it inside his bag once more, he slumps in his chair and succumbs to sleep.
He might be here a while.
Beck Oliver, with help of the mysterious girl assisting him, sets the piece of metal down underneath some tall trees. He sits himself down next to the curly haired boy, and notices that the girl wearing all black has turned her attention to the beach.
"Oh my God! Robbie?!" the small red head shrieks in a panicked tone, rolling onto her knees and crawling to the lean body near Beck. "What happened?"
"Be careful, Cat; don't wear yourself out," Tori Vega warns cautiously, kneeling beside the high-pitched girl. "Do you know him?"
"Of course, he's my boyfriend," the girl named Cat answers, brushing some hair from Robbie's forehead as he continues to groan in pain.
Beck repositions himself on the ground, leaning over the gash that seems to be worsening. "Tori, is there anything you think you could do?"
Tori grazes her hands over the deep cut, causing Robbie to let out a cry. "Well…"
A snort from above clutches their attention. "She's a lifeguard, not a doctor." The girl with colored streaks in her hair speaks up with a pierced eyebrow raised and crossed arms.
"Actually, Jade," Tori retorts icily, but guides her stare to Cat and Beck. "We need to apply pressure to stop the profuse bleeding. Now, the cut doesn't look very deep since it's not a stab wound; seems to be like flying debris came in contact with his leg and just got caught a bit."
Jade rolls her eyes. Damn her intelligence.
"We need some cloth, and we'll press it all the way up his thigh. The faster we get the bleeding to slow down, the faster I'll be able to sew it up," Tori finishes with a nod of her head.
Beck wrinkles his nose as he proceeds to take off his plaid button up so Tori can cover up the scratch. "How are you supposed to sew it up?"
Blotting the shirt onto Robbie's leg, Tori turns her head towards the plane. "Now that the fire has extinguished, we should probably begin searching in suitcases for a sewing kit. While looking for that, it wouldn't help to grab some of the plane's meals for food and hard alcohol."
"Why the alcohol?" Cat questions, lacing her fingers between Robbie's for reassurance.
"To clean the cut," Tori replies knowingly.
Jade reaches into her leather jacket pocket and yanks two small, glass bottles out. "Are you referring to these, Vega?" She holds them in front of her, showing off that she is one step ahead of her self-proclaimed, new found enemy.
Tori takes them from Jade's hands. "How'd you?.."
Jade shrugs innocently. "Woke up needing to pee, went to the bathroom and saw the cart abandoned, so I took the opportunity for a 'five finger discount'."
"What's a five finger discount?" Cat asks, peering up at Jade with large eyes.
"It means she stole them, Cat," Beck solutions, sending a glare at Jade. "So, you stole alcohol. How old are you again?"
Jade barks a short laugh, smiling menacingly. "Oh, so now we've got a police officer and a doctor to make our lives better on this magical island! We're saved!" She throws her hands into the air before turning around on her heel, retreating away from the others.
"Wait! Where do you think you're going?" Tori shouts.
"To get your fucking sewing kit, Dr. Vega! Would you like me to turn on my ambulance siren for you!" she calls back sarcastically, never once looking back over her shoulder. There's no verbal response, but Jade hears the sound of footsteps trotting up from behind her. "Go away."
"Must you be so harsh?" Beck enquires, panting heavily as he slows down his pace to match hers.
"Yes."
"I mean, Robbie's miserable back there, and all you're doing is bashing Tori for knowing how to handle his injury!"
"She's not a doctor, Beck," Jade snaps, uttering his name for the first time.
"But she's all we've got! Give her a chance…"
She struggles to not roll her eyes again. "I just don't see who died and made her supreme leader of the island!"
Beck raises his eyebrows in amusement. "Interesting choice of words, Jade."
This time, she does reel her eyeballs as high as they can go, and then notices that they've reached the damaged aircraft. The pair glances around the area, taking note of several motionless bodies lying in the sand. "How many were aboard the plane?" she wonders aloud.
Beck stuffs his hands into his pockets. "Fifteen passengers, four flight attendants, the pilot and the copilot." She directs an incredulous expression his way, so he clarifies, "I'm a people observer."
They linger at the mouth of the broken plane, neither wanting to take the first step into the unknown. Broken wires suddenly spark above their heads, sending several embers and burned pieces of metal to fall in their direction. Beck impulsively grabs Jade around the waist and tugs her back a few feet, shielding her with his own body.
"You guys need some help?"
Beck and Jade jump at the new voice coming from behind their crunched forms. They gasp when they see an unknown survivor in front of them, offering them a flashlight. He's got a black eye and a bloody chin, but seems to be completely aware of his surroundings. "Name's Andre. You?"
"I'm Beck," the long haired boy answers, holding out his hand for Andre to shake.
"Jade," is all she has to offer.
Andre smiles, a little too brightly for being a victim of a plane crash. "Nice to meet y'all! Now, shall we?" And he gestures towards the dark abyss known as the inside of the plane. Flipping on the flashlight, he pushes his way between the other two and takes the lead.
The three make their way through the rubble, dodging sharp edges and climbing with extra caution. When reaching the top, Andre stops short, his mouth hanging open in surprise. Beck and Jade follow suit, pulling themselves onto the flat surface of the aisle. They stand and observe the chamber wordlessly, taking in all the belongings, blood, and bodies strewn throughout the cabin.
Beck blinks repeatedly. How are they supposed to find a simple sewing kit in all this?
We might be here a while.
A/N: Not as long, nor as intriguing as the first chapter, but we've yet to meet all the characters and get all the background stories! Please keep up with the story, though :)
I got 12 reviews on the first chapter, which is great! But let's shoot for 13 on this one, to make a total of 25… I know that seems like a lot, but updating stories takes time out of my busy schedule and I would like some motivation to keep going! Again, more than 13 is always acceptable! ;)
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