Stranded

A/N: Okay so I'm supposed to be updating Menage a LPR but this idea came whilst I was watching Lost and I had to write it.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, Captain Foley here. We seem to be experiencing a bit of turbulence folks. As precaution the fasten seatbelt sign has been switched on so please remain in your seats until it has been switched off. Thanks very much."

"Fuck…" he muttered under his breath, reaching for the belt, he tightened it as much as possible without cutting off circulation. Satisfied that it was tight enough he gripped onto the armrest. He hated flying at the best of times and this certainly wasn't one.

Lucas Scott was a high-flying businessman who had made a name for himself on Wall Street. He was the best junior investment banker the industry had seen for a long time. However, his success hadn't come without a price; he lives, eats and breathes work, often staying late during the week and weekends included to make sure he is always ahead of everybody else. And social life. What social life? You don't have friends in this business and if you do they screw you over. As for girlfriends, he hadn't had one for several years; too busy. Besides, why have one? When you can go to one of the many bars in the red-light district and pick up a nice piece of ass that will be gone in the morning hassle-free.

He loosened his tie and popped another piece of gum in his mouth desperately trying to ease his nerves.

The man in front of him stops a young woman with soft blonde curls and the most absorbing eyes. She was dressed in a white shirt, dark navy blazer and skirt which accentuated her long legs. Lucas pried his eyes away from her body to listen in on the conversation.

"Excuse me." He patted her arm to grab her attention.

I'm not a fricking petting zoo, she thought to herself. Internally she was rolling her eyes but due to the nature of her work it meant she had to be polite so she forced a smile. After all it was her duty.

"Yes sir?"

Peyton Sawyer hated her job with a passion. Dealing with obnoxious and rowdy passengers especially men, kids running amok down the aisle and being on your feet all day was tiring. It was by accident that she became an air stewardess. She was struggling to pay the month's rent and had just been fired for drawing on the job when she was looking in the job section of the local newspaper. The advert stood out so she figured what the heck. Beggars can't be choosers. Thanks to her brains and beauty she was placed in the First Class cabin where she could to tend to a businessman's every need.

They were all the same. Cocky, arrogant assholes dressed to the nines in designer wear with no respect for women or other people apart from themselves who think money solves everything. She hated having to fawn over their every whim and fancy but the job gave her a roof over her head, food on the table and best of all; she got to travel for she was never one to stay in one place. Itchy feet ever since she was a teenager when she had her first taste of freedom.

"I'll have a cosmopolitan martini," he said in a pretentious voice disregarding the need to say please or thank-you.

"Hmmmmm...No. Try again." She said treading dangerously between loaded sarcasm and politeness as she pointed to the fluorescent red light.

And with that she carried on walking leaving the man to snidely remark to the man next to him "And they call this first class. Bollocks!"

Lucas watched as she passed by with a huge smirk on her face. He chuckled. She's a feisty one he thought. Shaking his head in disbelief at the nerve of the guy he settled back in his seat, appreciative of the fact that it took his mind off the fear. He rested his head back and closed his eyes when suddenly he had this sinking feeling in the pit of stomach. A feeling he hadn't felt since he was a kid when his mom used to take him to Six Flags. Deafening screams were heard all around him, people panicking and fumbling with their belts. He swallowed hard which was a difficult task thanks to the fact that his heart was in his throat beating furiously.

The drop in air pressure caused the oxygen masks to fall down and he grabbed one, placing it over his head taking in massive gulps of air. This was it. How his life was going to end.

Darkness.