Lost Project

Author note: This is my first try at a LOST fanfiction. The idea's been in my head ever since the beggining of the show. So let me know what you think of it, it will be highly appreciated - Lara K.

Chapter 1 : Pilot part I

His back was hurting… His head was hurting… Hell, his whole body was killing him. He opened his eyes trying to figure out where he was. Last thing he remember was being on the plane and now he was... in a bamboo field? Hearing some noise he turned his head and came face to face with... a yellow lab? Where the hell was he? He slowly got up, grunting with pain, and took a look at his side. It wasn't looking good. He took a deep breath and made is way out of the jungle finally reaching a beach. At first everything look normal until he heard screams. Turning around he found the plane, or what was left of the plane.

People were scattered everywhere, calling for help... He made his way through this field of death looking everywhere. Where was she? One of the reactor was still turning, aspiring everything around it. A man was running everywhere, yelling the name of a loved one. A tall blonde woman, standing under one of the plane's wing, was screaming frantically, clearly in shock. People were calling for help... Quickly his doctor instinct kicked in and he went to help a man stuck underneath some pieces of wreckage. He tried to get it off himself, but resolved to ask for help. Three men came to give him a hand. He was going to used his tie and try to stop the bleeding when he spotted a pregnant woman asking for help. He left the hurt man with his helpers and ran toward her.

"Please, help me. I'm having contractions!" she said with a thick Australian accent.

"How many months pregnant are you?" he asked, catching his breath.

She looked down on her huge belly and answered. "Only eight months."

"How far apart are they coming?"

He slowly glanced at a man, performing CPR on a woman.

"I don't know, a few just happened!"

A violent explosion knocked him on the ground. The reactor had exploded. He helped the young woman up and tried to reassure her.

"Listen to me, you're going to be okay! Do you understand me? But you have to sit absolutely still."

She was still groaning in pain... And the idiot doing CPR was doing it all wrong. He got a man standing near them to take the pregnant woman as far away from the fumes as soon as possible and to call for him if her contraction got any closer before running toward the CPR idiot.

"Hey!" yelled the big man. "What's you're name?"

"Jack!"

Reaching the amateur EMT, he quickly told him what he was doing was wrong before sending him on a goose chase for a pen to do a tracheo that wouldn't be useful. He started doing CPR on the black woman and after a few pressure on her chest she gasped for air.

"Take big deep breath" he told her, before a loud sound coming from behind him caught his attention.

The remain of the plane's wing was going to fall down... It was going to fall down on the man and the pregnant woman. He left his patient and ran to them, yelling at them to get away. They moved to safety just before the wing came crashing on the sand, causing another huge explosion.

It was chaos, desolation. And he still couldn't find her. Where was she? He walked all around the beach, looking for her. What if she hadn't made it?

"Jack?"

He turned around at the sound of his name. The only people knowing it were the pregnant woman and the man... and her. He finally saw her, her hair coming out of her french twist, her little black dress torn at the hem, one of her shoe was missing and her knees scratched and bloody.

"Jenn... Oh my God, you're alive!"

The young woman ran into his arms, sobbing. "I couldn't find you! I couldn't find you and I..."

"It's okay... We're going to be okay. Argh..."

Seeing the pain in his face she let him go. "Are you...?"

"It's nothing, I'll take care of it... You go and help them, okay? I think we are the only one with some medical background. Jenn listen to me!" He took her face in his hands. "There is an eight month pregnant woman... She's having contractions. I want you to go and keep an eye on her."

"What? But Jack... You're bleeding!" she said, seeing his bloody shirt.

"I'll be okay... I'm always okay... Go!"

She hesitated, not moving while he looked into a near suitcase and finding a sewing kit.

"I... You're going to stitch your... Jack you can't do that by yourself!"

"Jenn, go!" He sighed. "Don't worry about me, I'll find someone to give me a hand. Go, Jenn! That's an order!"

She bit her lower lip, kissed his rough cheek before running toward the pregnant woman.

"Hi, I'm Jenn..."

"I'm Claire" grunted the young Australian, clearly in pain.

"Jack told me you're having contractions... Do you know how far apart they are?"

"Are you a doctor?"

"Jack is... Me... I'm a former med school student."

"Former?"

"I dropped out... But don't worry, I wasn't kicked out. I just... I just realized that being a doctor wasn't what I was meant to be. It wasn't my destiny... But I was a pretty good at it. So Claire... let's get you into safety." She looked at the man laying next to them. "Hey you! What's your name?"

The man looked confuse. "Who, me?"

She nodded.

"I'm... Hurley."

"Well Hurley, you shouldn't stay here. Go find someplace safe."

"Don't you want me to help you her?"

"That's very nice, Hurley, but I got it. Go..."

The man got up and started to run toward safety. Jenn took a deep breath before looking around.

"Hey Ken! Yeah, you with the blond hair. Come and give me a hand!"

"You talkin' to me, sweetheart?" said the man with a Southern brawl.

"Yes I am. We have to get Claire here to safety. And I'm not really strong enough to carry her... So, handsome, you're gonna give me a hand?"

"And why would I do that, princess?"

She was speechless. She got up and came face to face with him. He was taller than her and her eyes only reached his chin.

"Listen... It will take a little while before rescue comes and find us. You can either give me a hand with our pregnant friend here and I'll be sure to tell everyone of your heroic action or you can sit down on your pretty little butt and have the whole world know what coward you really are."

The guy reached for his pocket, took out a pack of cigarets and a lighter as if Armageddon wasn't happening around them.

"You really shouldn't smoke..."

"What are you? My mama?" he asked lighting the smoke.

"Good thing I'm not your mama... I'm just saying it's not safe, with all the gasoline coming out of the plane... Wouldn't want you to cause another major explosion."

He quickly botched the cigaret and put it back inside the pack.

"And you shouldn't smoke near a pregnant woman" she added, under her breath. "I'm Jenn by the way and this is Claire, but I already told you that."

"Nice to meet you" said the young woman.

He just shook his head before taking her by the arm. They went to a farther part of the beach and settled Claire down underneath a palm tree.

"Thank you" said Jenn to the man who was already leaving.

"Don't thank me. I just don't want you tellin' the world I'm a coward 'cause I ain't no coward."

"You didn't told me your name. What am I suppose to call you? Ken? Handsome? Cute butt?"

Claire let out a chuckle.

"Sawyer. The name's Sawyer" he answered, still walking toward the ocean.

"Well, thank you Sawyer. For helping me..."

"Pleasure all mine, princess."

Jenn smiled before turning her attention back to Claire. "What?"

"I don't know how you American says it, but I can tell you he wants to snog you."

"Snog me? What... What?" she laughed once she realize what the Australian woman meant. "He's just being a jerk, that's all. Now, are you still having contractions?

It was getting dark. The big man, Hurley, was distributing food. Jack had came back to the beach with a dark haired woman who had stitched his wound. They had spent the next couple of hours triaging the wounded passengers. Jack took care of the critical one while Jenn took care of the rest. People were trying to settle down for the night, lighting fires and looking for blanket.

They were now sitting next to a fire with the dark haired woman. Jack, using a palm tree leaf, explaining what had happened during the crash.

"We must have been at about 40 000 feet when it happened. We hit and air pocket and dropped... maybe 200 feet. The turbulence were... I blacked out."

"So did I" added Jenn, her eyes fixing the fire.

"I didn't" said the woman. "I saw the whole thing."

They stayed silent for a moment.

"I knew that the tail was gone, but I..." she shook her head. "I couldn't bring myself to look back. And then the front end of the plane broke off."

"Well, it's definitely not here on the beach" said Jenn, sighing. "And neither is the tail."

"We need to figure out which way we came in" finally said Jack.

Both women looked at him, not sure what he meant.

"There's a chance we find the cockpit. If it's intact, we might be able to find the transceiver and send out a signal, help the rescue party find us."

"How do you know all that?" asked the woman, incredulous.

"Gave him a couple of flying lesson for his birthday some years ago" smiled Jenn.

He took the palm leaf plane and threw it it the fire. "Wasn't for me."

"I saw some smoke..." started the woman. "... just through the valley."

Jack looked at Jenn and asked her. "Could you handle the wounded for a while?"

She nodded. "Yeah, of course."

"If you're thinking about going for the cockpit, I'm going with you" said the unnamed woman to Jack.

A smile appeared on his lips. "We don't know your name."

She smiled back. "I'm Kate."

"Jack... And this is my sister, Jenn."

"Nice to meet you Kate, even under those circum..."

She was interrupted by loud crashing and tumbling coming from the dark jungle. They all got up and started to get closer to the rest of the group. The crashing continued, it was as if tree were suddenly uprooted. It finally quieted but the terror had settled in the survivors.

"Terrific" said a guy in a hoddie, standing next to Jack.

Jenn took her brother's hand in hers. She couldn't believe that less than 16 hours ago she had been in Sydney, planning with her brother the return of their father's body to the States and that now they were stranded on one hell of an island.

They barely slept that first night. Jenn stayed awake, looking after a man that had a piece of shrapnel stuck in his abdomen. She sat down with a couple of people that had grouped together. There was the guy with the hoddie - Charlie, a father and his son, some Arab man named Sayid, a guy and a girl close to Jenn's age called Boone and Shannon and Hurley.

"Whatever it was, it wasn't natural" said Michael, the father.

"Does anybody has sunblock?" asked Charlie.

"Yeah" answered Shannon. "I do"

She handed him a tube.

"So I was just looking inside the fuselage" started Hurley. "It's pretty grim in there."

"The plane crashed, Hurley" said Jenn, taking some of the sunblock. "Of course it's pretty grim in there."

"Don't you think we should do something about the..." he looked at the boy, Walter, before spelling, "B-O-D-Y-S?"

"What are you spelling, man, 'bodies'?" asked Michael.

"B-O-D-I-E-S" correctly spelled Walter.

"That sounds like a good idea" said Sayid.

Shannon took back her tube of sunblock and said. "No, they'll deal with it when they get here."

Jack joined them and told them he was going to go and look for the cockpit. Charlie quickly offered to come and join him. After some hesitation Jack agreed and prepare to left. Jenn stopped him and said.

"You stay safe,okay? Don't do anything stupid, you hear me?"

"Okay. You keep an eye on everybody..."

He put a kiss on her forehead and went to join Kate who was putting some boots on. Shannon looked at Jack and asked Jenn.

"What is he? Your boyfriend?"

She laughed. "No, he's my big brother."

Jack and co had been gone for a couple of hours when the weather quickly changed. The sky turned dark and rain showers started. People ran to find some place to stay dry. Jenn found a spot but was startle once she realize someone was already there.

"Oh my... You scared me!"

"Scared of the big bad wolf, princess?" asked Sawyer.

"You? A big bad wolf? More like a helpless little kitten... Do you mind if I stay here until the rain stop?"

"And not enjoy your company? You can stay as long as you want, sweetheart."

"Thank you."

She wiped her forehead and sighed.

"Saw you last night goin' all M*A*S*H* on the wounded guy with your shadow."

"My what?"

He smiled. "Your shadow. The guy who acted like a freakin' hero yesterday... Is he your boyfriend?"

"No, Jack's my brother."

"He's a doc?" She nodded. "Guess that makes you a nurse."

"A nurse? What, because I'm a woman with some medical knowledge that automatically makes me a nurse? You're unbelievable..."

"If you ain't a nurse, then what are you?"

She sighed. "I used to be in Med School. Nearly finished, but drop out before I started my internship."

"And what are you doing nowadays?"

"Why are you asking?"

"Just makin' conversation, princess."

She frowned. "I'm a piano teacher at the Los Angeles Music Conservatory and I work part time as a lounge singer at the Beverly Hills Ritz Carlton."

"Lounge singer? Does it means you get to wear those sexy little dress..."

"Just shut up. All you have to know is that I'm a former Med School student and that I can take care of your cute little butt if you get hurt."

"Allright, sweetheart. But you would have make one helluva nurse."

"Are you flirting with me?" she asked, out of the blue.

"What if I was flirtin' with you, princess?"

She laughed. "You know what? At first I thought I would despise you, but now... I really don't know..."

He flashed her a smile that melted her. She turned to look at the rest of the castaways. Hurley was with Claire, Sayid with Michael and Walt, Boone and Shannon together... Then there was the Asian couple. The man was clearly very possessive of his wife.

"What are you lookin' at?"

"The Korean couple... They don't speak a word of English..."

"And how do you know they're Korean?"

She took a deep breath. "I can say the word 'doctor' in 11 different languages. Last night I went to see if anybody needed medical attention and when I reached them I tried in Chinese, Japanese and Thai... Didn't answer so I tried 'uisa' which is Korean for doctor and pointed to myself. He shook his head and send me away."

Sawyer frowned. "Where the hell did you learn Korean?"

"My Granddad... He was a doctor during the Korean War, part of a M*A*S*H*. If you want to be nice next time you see them say 'an nyoung', that means hello."

"Who said I wanted to be nice?" He took a cigaret and offered her one. "Want a smoke?"

"Thanks, but no thanks. If you knew what was in those cancer sticks you wouldn't smoke them."

He took his lighter and said. "I survived a plane crash, cancer the least thing I'm worryin' right now."

She just sighed and pulled her knees closer to her chest. She hoped everything was going well for Jack, Kate and Charlie. She closed her eyes and silently prayed. The rain suddenly stopped, the clouds slowly disappeared making way for the sun.

"Guess it's over, princess."

"I guess it is. If you'll excuse me I'll try to see if my brother's back."

She came out of her hiding place and went to the beginning of the jungle. Jack had to be okay... He had to.

TBC