The Fateful Journey
Title: The Fateful Journey-Chapter 2: First Trek
Author: Bellatrix Kale
Rating: T
DISCLAIMER I dont own characters you recognize.
Warnings: None?
Word count: 703
Characters: Most of S1 cast and an OC...
Summary: Flight 815 to LA crashed on an island. Sophie was apart of the experience. What entails?
A/N: That's right. It's an OC. Course she has a dramatic past, like most of the Losties, but I won't tell you that yet. :X I'll actually stay mum about most of the future for this fic right now. :D
I also posted this on www.fanfiction.net/~bellatrixkale
Chapter 2: First Trek
Sophie didn’t sleep a wink after the weird roar. Or scream. Whatever it was… She was standing with a bunch of the other survivors, talking about the noise from last night. Again.
“It wasn’t natural, whatever it was,” a man standing close to a young boy said.
An older woman with dark skin, Rose as she had introduced herself last night to Sophie, said, “That sound it made… I keep thinking, there was something familiar about it.”
The same blond who screamed her head off the day before asked, “Really? Where are you from?”
“The Bronx,” Rose replied.
Sophie fidgeted in place as Charlie said, “It could’ve been something like monkeys.” She rolled her eyes at this.
“Yeah, I’m sure it was monkeys,” a southern sounding man said sarcastically from a few steps behind her. “It’s Monkey Island.”
The large man who passed out food last night said, “Technically, you know, we don’t even know if we’re on an island-“
“We’re on an island,” Sayid retorted flatly.
A few people dispersed after his comment. Others stayed, sitting around in a circle on the sand. Sophie sat next to Charlie and they young boy, who introduced himself to her kindly as Walt. “Anyone have any sun block?” Charlie asked, glancing up at the sky.
The blond woman grabbed a bag beside her as she said, “Yeah I have some.”
“So,” the large man from earlier sat between Charlie and the blond, “I was just looking inside the fuselage… It’s pretty grim in there. You think we should be doing anything with the…” He trailed off. “B-O-D-Y-S?”
Sophie just shook her head as Walt’s assumed to be dad said, “What are you spelling, man? Bodies?”
Walt spoke up as he played with a stick in the sand. “B-O-D-I-E-S.”
“That sounds like a good idea,” Sayid said.
“No. They’ll deal with it when they get here,” the blond said loudly.
Just then, Jack kneeled down and said, “I’m going to look for the cockpit. See if we can find a transceiver to send out a distress signal. Help the rescue team.” He looked at the dark haired guy in a blue button-down that was between him and the blond. “You’re gunna need to keep an eye on the wounded. If that guy in the suit wakes up, try to keep him calm. Don’t let him remove that piece of shrapnel, you understand?”
The guy nodded. “Yeah, but what about the guy with the leg? Your tourniquet-“
“Stopped the bleeding. I took it off last night. He should be alright.”
“Yeah… Cool,” the guy nodded again. “Good job.”
Charlie began to get up. “I’ll come with. I wanna help.”
“I don’t need anymore help,” Jack said.
Sophie just looked at the two. Both had helped her. She didn’t want either of them to go, in all actuality.
Jack stood as Charlie said, “No, its cool. I don’t really feel like standin’ still so…” Jack gave him a brief nod. “Excellent,” Charlie said. He began to follow Jack.
Sophie just watched the two like everyone else, worrying about them already even though they hadn’t gotten into the jungle yet. She picked at a nail, glancing up at the two leaving men.
Charlie turned around and sent her a small wave before turning back around and continuing to follow Jack. This made her smile. Sophie felt the worry burry itself deep down. Even if it was just for a little while.
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Twenty minutes later when Sophie was making small talk with Rose and searching for her bag, it started raining. Just out of the blue with no warning at all. They ran for cover under a huge piece of the fuselage that was leaning against another and resembling a metal tent. Sophie shivered and shook her head, trying to rid herself of the wetness. She noticed Rose and the pregnant girl looking at something. In the distance, a few trees toppled and broke, like the previous night.
“There it is again,” the pregnant girl said.
“My god,” Rose whispered.
Sophie continued to shiver a little. “Jack and Charlie are out there,” she mumbled. The worry settled in again and she hoped they were okay.
Author: Bellatrix Kale
Rating: T
DISCLAIMER I dont own characters you recognize.
Warnings: None?
Word count: 703
Characters: Most of S1 cast and an OC...
Summary: Flight 815 to LA crashed on an island. Sophie was apart of the experience. What entails?
A/N: That's right. It's an OC. Course she has a dramatic past, like most of the Losties, but I won't tell you that yet. :X I'll actually stay mum about most of the future for this fic right now. :D
I also posted this on www.fanfiction.net/~bellatrixkale
Chapter 2: First Trek
Sophie didn’t sleep a wink after the weird roar. Or scream. Whatever it was… She was standing with a bunch of the other survivors, talking about the noise from last night. Again.
“It wasn’t natural, whatever it was,” a man standing close to a young boy said.
An older woman with dark skin, Rose as she had introduced herself last night to Sophie, said, “That sound it made… I keep thinking, there was something familiar about it.”
The same blond who screamed her head off the day before asked, “Really? Where are you from?”
“The Bronx,” Rose replied.
Sophie fidgeted in place as Charlie said, “It could’ve been something like monkeys.” She rolled her eyes at this.
“Yeah, I’m sure it was monkeys,” a southern sounding man said sarcastically from a few steps behind her. “It’s Monkey Island.”
The large man who passed out food last night said, “Technically, you know, we don’t even know if we’re on an island-“
“We’re on an island,” Sayid retorted flatly.
A few people dispersed after his comment. Others stayed, sitting around in a circle on the sand. Sophie sat next to Charlie and they young boy, who introduced himself to her kindly as Walt. “Anyone have any sun block?” Charlie asked, glancing up at the sky.
The blond woman grabbed a bag beside her as she said, “Yeah I have some.”
“So,” the large man from earlier sat between Charlie and the blond, “I was just looking inside the fuselage… It’s pretty grim in there. You think we should be doing anything with the…” He trailed off. “B-O-D-Y-S?”
Sophie just shook her head as Walt’s assumed to be dad said, “What are you spelling, man? Bodies?”
Walt spoke up as he played with a stick in the sand. “B-O-D-I-E-S.”
“That sounds like a good idea,” Sayid said.
“No. They’ll deal with it when they get here,” the blond said loudly.
Just then, Jack kneeled down and said, “I’m going to look for the cockpit. See if we can find a transceiver to send out a distress signal. Help the rescue team.” He looked at the dark haired guy in a blue button-down that was between him and the blond. “You’re gunna need to keep an eye on the wounded. If that guy in the suit wakes up, try to keep him calm. Don’t let him remove that piece of shrapnel, you understand?”
The guy nodded. “Yeah, but what about the guy with the leg? Your tourniquet-“
“Stopped the bleeding. I took it off last night. He should be alright.”
“Yeah… Cool,” the guy nodded again. “Good job.”
Charlie began to get up. “I’ll come with. I wanna help.”
“I don’t need anymore help,” Jack said.
Sophie just looked at the two. Both had helped her. She didn’t want either of them to go, in all actuality.
Jack stood as Charlie said, “No, its cool. I don’t really feel like standin’ still so…” Jack gave him a brief nod. “Excellent,” Charlie said. He began to follow Jack.
Sophie just watched the two like everyone else, worrying about them already even though they hadn’t gotten into the jungle yet. She picked at a nail, glancing up at the two leaving men.
Charlie turned around and sent her a small wave before turning back around and continuing to follow Jack. This made her smile. Sophie felt the worry burry itself deep down. Even if it was just for a little while.
---
Twenty minutes later when Sophie was making small talk with Rose and searching for her bag, it started raining. Just out of the blue with no warning at all. They ran for cover under a huge piece of the fuselage that was leaning against another and resembling a metal tent. Sophie shivered and shook her head, trying to rid herself of the wetness. She noticed Rose and the pregnant girl looking at something. In the distance, a few trees toppled and broke, like the previous night.
“There it is again,” the pregnant girl said.
“My god,” Rose whispered.
Sophie continued to shiver a little. “Jack and Charlie are out there,” she mumbled. The worry settled in again and she hoped they were okay.