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My first ‘LOST’ fanfic. The first 'chapter' is kind of short but I promise they will get longer.

Title: Memos from the Island

Rating:PG (for now, it may increase later)

Summary:All in Claire's POV. A look at the island through her eyes, the words she writes in her diary.

Disclaimer: I own nothing



Memos from the Island




Day 1


Oh, my god. I think I’m dreaming. I mean I must be. This can’t really have happened. My plane to Los Angeles didn’t really crash on some deserted island. But I can’t really say that. I believe that anything is possible. I have all this interest in Astrology and the supernatural, so I should know that this really is possible. I mean, lots of planes crash. But do this many people really survive? And on a desert island? When nobody even knows if the plane crashed and if it did then where it happened. They’ll never find us. That mush is for sure.

Who is us exactly? I don’t know yet. It just happened yesterday. All I know is that there are 48 of us survivors. 49 if we count the baby. I haven’t really learned a lot of names yet. I know that the doctor that helped is Jack. And the guy who sat with me for a while is named Hurley. As for the others, I know their names but not quite who’s who yet. It’s all still a muddle of faces. And things are only just starting to settle down. People beginning to realise that we’re stuck here for a while. We’re just not sure how long a while is. People are setting up shelters. Because everybody needs somewhere to sleep. Some of the survivors seem to have been travelling together.

The two people I keep noticing is a blonde girl and a guy that follows her around. Both always yelling. He has dark hair. I think it must be her boyfriend or something. Or maybe they had a bad break up in Sydney. I haven’t spoken to either of them yet so I don’t know for sure.

There’s an English guy too, I think his name’s Charlie. He still seems a little bit jumpy and disoriented.

Then there’s the Korean couple that apparently don’t speak any English. I think there’s a father and son too.

Like I said, I don’t know their names yet.

There are a few others. But I don’t really know them yet. Mostly I’m just trying to keep myself together. Get my head around this. Maybe tomorrow or later today I’ll find out more about these people. After all, I’m going to be sharing my ‘living space’ with them for the foreseeable future. And I’d much rather know who it is I’m living with. I need to be a little bit cautious.


This island is kind of creepy. I get a sort of bad vibe from it. I don’t know. I suppose I’ll figure it out in time. And it’s probably just hormones playing with my mind. I am pregnant after all.

Oh, I almost forgot. I thought I was going to have the baby yesterday when we crashed. Like, the shock had sent me into an early labour or something. Luckily, the pains stopped after a while and everything’s okay. But I was scared for a bit. I don’t want to have this baby on some island. I know we have a doctor here, but this isn’t exactly the ideal setting for a birth. And, what that couple in Los Angeles must be thinking. They were supposed to look after this baby. And now, I’m on some island and I’m going to have to do it myself. That thought scares me.


I don’t know what I’ll do. I suppose I’ll figure it out as time goes on. And maybe we’ll get rescued soon.

Comments

[duckness.livejournal.com]

This is really nice. I do hope you will write more of it :)