she's hip, so cool.

in the hatch -- chapter 3

2008-04-21T18:48:22Z

"So... tell me about yourself," Claire tried to make conversation, as Desmond handed her a coffee on the table in the hatch. She tried not to look at or smell the coffee without being rude, but she just couldn't do it.
"Sorry, usually I would but, the one thing I've turned against whilst being pregnant if coffee, makes me wanna puke."
"You don't need to make up excuses sister, just tell me straight you don't want the coffee." She caught his eye, then let out a little laugh. He joined in.
"I don't suppose you have any... peanut butter?" She laughed nervously, as if her question was so ridiculous. Desmond didn't quite catch that, taking her seriously.
"Should do, just a minute..." He walked off towards a cupboard, yet once the door was flung open looked more like a room. Claire could not believe this, even though it only felt like a few days ago that she'd last tasted it, it still felt like forever, which technically it was.

Claire's eyes wondered around this mysterious place, it was like a house – underground, that no else knew about. A secret house.
"There we go, fresh from..." Desmond squinted his eyes, reading the label on the jar. He'd never taken the time to read it before; he just grabbed and ate, thoughtlessly.
"...Dharma." Desmond looked at Claire, making a strange face. Then he smiled. He had such a comforting smile, yet exciting at the same time. He handed her the jar, as she delicately took it out of his masculine hands. It was like she was handling her newborn baby, with so much care and consideration. She slowly twisted the lid, until it came off and let out and scent of heaven. She bent down and sniffed it, that smell was so familiar, she couldn't wait any longer. This amazed Desmond, he had never seen someone so desperate. He smiled as he watched her, he hadn't made someone feel happy for so long, even before the island. She slowly dipped her finger in, and scooped some out, smearing on her tongue and sucking her finger. It melted in her mouth, as she gasped in a moment of pleasure. It tasted so good.

"Looks like you needed that," Desmond chuckled. Claire was so lost in that moment that she couldn't hear anything else.
"You with me sister," Claire looked up, finger in her mouth, eyebrows raised. She then took her finger out of her mouth and giggled.
"Sorry, it's just been so long. So yeah, tell me about you." Claire carried on dipping her finger in the jar, again and again.
"Why don't you just finish that, it's practically yours now," he said jokingly, as she had been putting her finger in and out. She didn't quite get that joke, so she smiled appreciatively, as if he'd really meant it.
"I was in a boat contest, and I ended up here. I met a guy who lived down here, on his own, and he... he died." He paused as Claire watched sympathetically.
"So I've been on my own, for 3 three bloody years!" Desmond looked away; his eyes began to water whilst he scrunched his face up in an angry expression. Claire didn't feel threatened by this, she felt for him - he was a lonely man who needed someone there. She walked over to him and put her hand on his shoulder, rubbing it.
"You're not alone anymore," Her voice was so soft and angelic; it gave Desmond this warm sensation inside. He let it all out, like he done many times before, but this time he had someone to care for him... comfort him.

After a long few minutes, he sniffed up his tears and stood up bravely.
"So what about you? What's your story?" She looked up at, towerring over her, then went to sit down.
"I was with this guy... Thomas. I slept with him, got pregnant and then he told me how 'we could do this' and we decided to have the baby together." Desmond was acting as though he was happy for her, going along with her story.
"Of course a month before the baby's due he turns up now saying that 'he can't do this anymore'. Well you know what Thomas, try carrying this baby! I can't just give up when I can't handle it!" Claire was slowly breaking into tears, as she brushed her hair off her face. She sniffed up and wiped her eyes.
"So yeah... I go and see this psychic and he tells me that there's a family who wants to adopt my baby in L.A and so I get on the plane and here I am." She smiled at him unenthusiastically. The two of them had been lonely, but had found one another. Maybe they were supposed to? Maybe fait had brought them together? Afterall Claire did believe in fait.
"Oh and did I tell you that apprently I've been on this island for two weeks, even though I don't remember any of it, and the guy who was attacking me out there I'm assuming is the one who'd kidnapped me." Her face was screwed up now, as her voice got shakier by the second.
"...and I can't even remember any of it!" She was completely breaking down now, the tears came flooding out like the waterfall she'd been in and her eyes were the rocks, trying to stop them. Desmond rushed over and grabbed her, pulling her small delicate body close to his. She felt so warm in his arms, with his body touching her, and his hands stroking her hair. Like him, she let it all out, she'd been wanting to do so ever since she got back, but didn't feel comfortable enough to do so. Unlike here, she felt comfortable and secure here, and not totally lost. They both had the same knowledge, and only the two of them knew about this place; it was like their own secret house.

Claire felt her body being release, as he let go and began to speak again.
"I suppose you better introduce me to your friends then." Claire rolled her eyes and looked away, she'd hoped this wouldn't happen. She just wanted him to be hers, that only she knew about. Everything was crazy back at camp and she still couldn't trust these people, she needed someone like Desmond; someone fresh.
"Do we have to? Can't we give it a while." Desmond was confused, he'd just told her that he'd been alone for so long so he thought she might understand.
"Why? I need to see people Claire!" His tone had now gone up, which frightened Claire a little.
"I know, I know. I'm just not quite right with these people yet. Will you give me some time to adjust with them, then I can introduce you. I don't even trust them."
"Claire you don't own me you know. I think I have the right to decide when I want to visit these people."
"Please Desmond, just give it some time. I'll come and visit you... I just want to keep you seperate from them. They... they scare me ok?" Her voice was soft, and began shaking again. He felt his heart aching, he felt for this girl. Although she was being unreasonable, he tried to see it from her perspective, afterall she had saved him; saved him from lonliness.
"Fine... I'll give it some time," Claire sighed with relief, as her broken frown turned into an angelic smile.
"As long as you promise to visit me." He winked at her, then gave her a huge smile. She couldn't resist that smile; wide mouthed, sparkling teeth - it lit up his whole face.

"I should get back anyway, I was only supposed to be having a wash. They're gonna wonder where I am. Hey... will you save this?" She gently placed her hand on the lid on the peanut butter jar, tracing her finger around it. Her crystal blue eyes twinkled and caught Desmond off guard, giving in.
"Aye. Leave it there it's not like anyone else is gonna eat it." Claire bit her tongue and giggled like a child who had just got there own way. He adored every moment of her presence. Just having someone else around was good enough, but her - she was something special. She began to walk towards the door they had entered in, as she turned around and caught his eye.
"I'll knock next time," she joked, smiling flirtatiously. He laughed silently and bent his head down. She bit her lip and smiled to herself, walking on.

the runaway -- chapter 2

2008-02-24T17:32:54Z

The four had been driving for a good four hours and decided it was time for a break. Summer parked the car on a mysteriously deserted road, lit up by the glowing lights from the only building on the street, which looked promisingly like somewhere they could eat. They all got out of the car and stood there silently for a while, looking at the building.
"Well I say we go there," Seth said, yet again breaking the silence.
"Good thinking man," Ryan replied sarcastically, as it was obviously the only place they could go.
"No Ryan, its 'GT' remember, with the initial thing we did..."
"Dude that was like 2 years ago, and I'm pretty sure you were high at that point." Marissa and Summer looked at eachother; confused. There was a small pause.
"We'll explain later," Ryan said.
"Oh I don't think you need to, no one will ever understand Seth even if they tried," Marissa said jokingly.
"True, so true..." They all began walking to the cafe as Seth stood there, pretending to be offended.
"Hey! That was very hurtful right there Miss Cooper!" They all ignored him and continued walking, yet he still stood there.
"Come on Cohen, otherwise you'll be left in the dark on your own!" Summer called to him.

“Hey I’m a man, I'm not afraid of the dark. Geez Summer do you not know me?” Summer ran back to Seth and grabbed his wrist.

"Just a little too well." She pulled Seth's arm and they both ran and caught up with Ryan and Marissa.

They opened the door of the building to reveal crowds and crowds of people. The air was full of smoke and there was barely a gap to walk through with the many creepy old men who were drinking and drowning their sorrows. It was more like a bar than a café, one of those places where lonely perverts went to drink because they’d wasted their lives on nothing better. The whole room went silent as everyone stared at the four of them, until someone wolf whistled and everyone began laughing.

“Well this looks promising,” Seth struggled to speak amongst the loud laughter’s of these animals.

“I think we should go,” Ryan was indicating for them to go.

“Hell no! I’ve been driving for like 4 hours, a girl needs a break you know,” Summer said firmly.

Ryan looked at Summer then gave in.

“Fine. But be careful, these guys are…”

“…creepy? Yeah you don’t say,” Marissa looked at the crowds of men with a scared face, it reminded her of the experience with Trey, and how powerless she’d felt. She swallowed bravely. Ryan saw that she was uncomfortable, so he put his hand on her back as they followed Seth and Summer. It felt nice for Marissa to know that Ryan was still there to protect her, even after shooting his brother.

They made their way through the crowds as people stared and made faces at them, inappropriate ones. One man pushed their drunken friend into Summer but she just chose to ignore it by pushing the man away and making a disgusted face.

“Cohen these people are creepy!” Summer complained to Seth.

“I know Summer, just… keep going,” Seth put his hand on Summer’s back and gently pushed her along until they finally found somewhere to sit.

“Right so, what are we having?” Ryan was getting ready to go and order the drinks, until Seth’s phone started to ring. He picked it up and looked at the screen, then looked up at Ryan.

“It’s my mom,”

“You gotta turn it off man. The more she rings the more guilty you’re gonna feel,”

“But I have to tell her dude, she has a right to know…”

“Yeah! Well maybe you shouldn’t of ran off in the first place, if you tell her where we are then she’s gonna come after us, and that’s not fair man. I wanted to leave, you didn’t have to follow me, you could of just stayed with your parents and everything would be happy again…”

“Ryan! Enough,” Summer interrupted sharply. There was only so much that Seth could take. There was a long pause of silence as the four of them sat there awkwardly.

“You said that everything would be happy if I hadn’t ran off. Well you’re wrong, ‘cause you ‘d still be gone… and you’re as much of a Cohen as I am,” Seth said calmly. Ryan looked away as if he was going to cry, he realised that he did have a family back there who cared about him, but right now he couldn’t be with them.

“Look this isn’t gonna help anyone; us arguing. Seth, if you turn your phone off then it’ll be a lot easier for you to do this. But if you don’t then… maybe it wasn’t a good idea you coming after all,” Marissa said. Seth looked at Marissa, then Summer, then Ryan. This was the decider point for him, if he switched it off then he would come with them, or if he kept it on then he would go home. He picked up his phone and switched off. They all looked at him.

“Well it’s not gonna be the fab four without the brains,” He said, and they laughed.

“Or the beauty,” Marissa fluttered her eyelashes jokingly.

“Or the brawn…” Ryan said plainly, as usual.

“Or the bitch… no the boobs! That one’s better,” Summer said.

“I’d say both,” Seth said casually.

“Cohen!” She punched his arm but he just pulled her towards him and hugged her. Ryan and Marissa laughed.

“How cheesy are we?” He muttered to her.

“Having our own little nicknames? I’d say very cheesy, and pathetic, but quite cute aswell,” Marissa smiled cheekily, knowing this would cause a reaction to Ryan.

“Oh you big softy!” Ryan laughed and began tickling Marissa as she giggled and laughed.

The four of them had a drink and something to eat whilst deciding on where they were actually going to go.

“Right, I gotta pee. Anyone else? Before we leave and don’t stop for like another four hours,” Ryan asked.

“Just as long as I’m not driving this time, then I’m good,” Summer said.

“I’ll drive don’t worry,” Ryan made his way to the toilets. When he arrived in there it was surprisingly empty, considering the bar itself was so full. He undid his jeans and did his business as he heard a cough coming from behind him. He looked back to see an old looking man with a scruffy beard and torn clothes. Ryan nodded his head at him as if to say “hi” then turned back round to do his jeans up. He made his way to the sink as the man leapt on him and shoved him against the wall. Ryan was all ready to fight back until he noticed this man had a knife held to this throat. He could feel the man’s warm breath thumping against his neck with an unbearable smell of alcohol and smoke.

“You give me everything you’ve got; money, valuables, ANYTHING… and you don’t die. GOT IT?” The man’s voice was angry and desperate. Ryan breathed slowly to stop his fear getting the best of him. He was stuck. He had no money. He had nothing.

there's a fine line between love & hate -- chapter 1

2007-08-25T23:06:07Z

“Brooke! Peyton’s here,” Brooke’s mom shouted up to her as it echoed through the empty feeling house. She hurried downstairs to see a very happy looking Peyton waiting at the door.

“What’s the smile for?” She asked as she kissed her mom on the cheek and walked out the door; closing it behind her.

“Ok so… I kissed Lucas!” Peyton let out her excitement as her ecstatic face turned towards Brooke’s face. She put on a fake smile and pretended to sound pleased.

“Ohhh… WOW Peyton!” She continued, feeling slightly jealous.

“I know right,” She said jokingly in a girly voice, pretending to sound slutty, as it was obviously the complete opposite to herself.

“Oh look it’s two hot girls… sorry my mistake, just the one. You good Peyton?” Ryan called over from the other side of the road. Brooke’s jaw dropped as she broke into a slight laugh and shook her head.

“Original… so original Ryan!” She called back to him.

“Aw, you know you love it Brooke!”

“Yeah totally, I just can’t get enough of your sarcastic yet witty yet crappy comments!” She yelled sarcastically. Ryan crossed the road so he could come and talk to them face to face. He nudged Peyton.

“She not get her pocket money this week?” Ryan grinned cheekily as Peyton laughed. Brooke’s jaw dropped once again.

“Oh come on Brooke it was funny…” Peyton reassured her.

“I refuse to laugh at anything that asshole says. Come on Peyton, let’s go!” She pulled her bag over her shoulder and began walking quickly as Peyton followed.

They finally arrived at school and entered the classroom to see a very happy looking Lucas talking to Haley, until their view was blocked by someone else. Nathan.

“Peyton where were you last night? We were supposed to be going out man!”

“Oh god… yeah, I forgot,” Peyton lied.

“Well where were you?” There was a long, awkward pause.

“She was with me,” Brooke quickly interrupted, lying for her best friend.

“She was?” Nathan began getting calmer, realising that maybe he was just paranoid about Peyton.

“Aha, yeah erm… we were studying!” Brooke lied once again. There was a loud yet subtle snort from behind her; she turned her head to see Ryan walk away; not looking at her.

“You guys were studying… a little dorky isn’t it?” Nathan began to laugh, along with his friends.

“Ahahaha,” Brooke sarcastically imitated their laughs, then grabbed Peyton’s hand and pulled her away.

“Seriously, he needs to get a life,” Brooke said, whilst her and Peyton approached Haley and Lucas.

“Oh I wouldn’t go there, someone’s getting a little defensive towards that guy,” Lucas said, turning his head towards Haley.

“What? I’m not, I just… I think he’s more than just basketball and cheerleaders,”

“Hey!” Peyton and Brooke both shouted identically.

“So er… Peyton…” Lucas began, until he was quickly interrupted.

“Hey man,” Ryan came over.

“Hey dude, how’s it going?” The two of them dropped into conversation.

“Ugh, are you kidding me,” Brooke mumbled under her breath.

“Sorry what was that Brooke?” Ryan asked, smiling.

“You know exactly what that was. Why do you always have to be where I am?!” Brooke whined.

“Oh ‘cause I just can’t get enough of you Brooke Davis,” Ryan replied sarcastically.

“Believe or not the world doesn’t evolve around you. I came over here to talk to Lucas, not you!” Brooke rolled her eyes at this and watched with eyebrows raised, as Ryan talked to her friends.

They’d always had this hateful relationship with each other, but lately they were irritating each other more than ever. They’d never seen eye to eye, Ryan was the rough outsider, whilst Brooke was the spoilt princess – the two were never going to get along. Everytime they saw each other it was one sarcastic comment replied by another, until eventually Brooke would get so wound up that she would scream with all her strength, whilst Ryan would just laugh; happily succeeding with his “wind up” mission. They shared opposite interests – one liked fighting and beating people up to protect the ones he cared about, whilst the other liked shopping and money to only care about herself.

Time flied past until eventually the bell rang and yet another school day came to and end.

“Hey Ryan,” a tall Blonde approached Ryan, stroking his shoulder. She was so tall she even towered over him. He looked up at her face.

“Hey Chloe,” he replied plainly, not really interested in her flirty tactics.

“So erm… me and the girls are having this slumber party tonight, you know the kind where we lie on our beds in our underwear, talking about our first times, describing our first orgasms… acting them out,” she changed from the innocent voice she had to this deep seductive voice. Ryan stared at her blankly, trying to look interested. She looked down below at him.

“Oh come on if you were any kind of guy you would have a boner by now!”

“Ok… that’s enough of that,” Ryan quickly interrupted and removed her hand from his shoulder. She walked away with slight disappointment, but hid it by shouting comments like “gay” and “faggot” simply because he wasn’t interested in her, which must of meant he was a homosexual he thought to himself sarcastically. He saw Brooke walking over to him, laughing. She’d obviously heard the ‘conversation’ he’d just had.

“Aw Ryan, why’d you turn her down. Girls in underwear… acting out their orgasms, does that not appeal to you? I thought you pervs liked those kind of things,” Brooke smiled, loving the fact that she had something to tease him about other than the other way round.

“Yeah ok, laugh it off. At least it shows that girl’s are interested in me,” he replied smartly.

“Yeah god knows why. Anyways I’m off home, I hope you enjoy your pervy slumber party!” She laughed as she walked away.

“Oh hahaha Brooke,” that was the only thing Ryan could come up with. For once he had ran out of witty replies to Brooke Davis.

Brooke stumbled home feeling quite proud of herself. Once she entered the front door she quickly ran upstairs to her bedroom and grabbed the first pair of underwear she could find in her drawer. She then sprinted to her window just in time to catch Ryan. She opened her window then shouted.

“Hey pervert!” Ryan looked up. She then help up the underwear and smiled with her dimples.

“This turning you on?”

“Oh get over it man!” He replied, then looked away and sped up with his walking. Brooke laughed yet again, then closed her window and walked to the landing. She overheard her parents raising their voices, which was quite usual in her house - just on of their daily arguments.

“I don’t know how I did it but it can’t have just been me!” Her father yelled.

“Well you never let me touch the stuff!” Her mom replied.

“Oh come on you use my credit cards all the times. You’re probably the whole reason we’re in this situation.”

“Oh don’t you turn this round on me!”

“Yeah well you’re doing the same to me!”

“Hey you take care of the money in this house, so I don’t know how the hell you’ve managed this. We’re bankrupted! What the hell are we gonna do?”

“I don’t know but… don’t expect anything more than we’ve got, because before you know it it’s all gonna be taken away from us.”

“Oh life just keeps getting better doesn’t it? Let’s keep this to ourselves, we can’t tell Brooke, all she’s ever known is money.” Brooke scrunched her face up in slight sadness. They were right - all she’d ever know was money. She never had the close relationship with her parents, they just gave her the money and she was happy – at least that’s what they thought. Now that was taken away from her, as well as everything they already had. She knew it wasn’t her job to worry but she couldn’t help it, they were about to loose everything.

I know I left the story on that cliff hanger, but don’t worry the story isn’t going to be about Brooke’s family being bankrupted, it will be about Brooke and Ryan :] I’m just creating a bit of drama to work with! Hope you liked it, I will update soon.

in the hatch -- chapter 2

2007-07-30T15:07:39Z

Claire's heart skipped a beat as her eyes were two huge golf balls, they were wide with amazement. She leant in forward carefully to have a look down at the light, but it was too bright for her. She backed away as she squinted her eyes. The light suddenly switched off. Claire jerked quickly, as she sat up ans sighed.
"Aw no!" She cried to herself. She realised that people would probably start worrying about her now, so she decided she needed to head back. Claire brushed all the leaves and dirt she had removed, back over the top of this thing so it could remain undiscovered by anyone else. She made sure the leaves were in a certain way so that she could find it again. She slowly pushed herself up, holding onto her unsteady back whilst doing so. She would come back later, she thought to herself.

Footsteps were approaching towards her, she could hear the quick rustle of leaves, and a panting breath. She panicked inside. Could her "kidnapper" be coming back for her? For all she knew this kidnapper may not even exist. She had no reason to be worried, she thought to herself. She saw a man appear from the trees, it was the one that told her about what had happened, it was Jack.
"Claire what are you doing out here, you shouldn't be out here alone!" He said the words calmly, but they still had an impact on her.
"Ah... yeah sorry, I just needed some time alone you know?" She began to walk towards him, but checked back at the thing to make sure it was covered properly. Jack put his hand on Claire's shoulder comfortingly as they smiled at eachother. They began to walk on when Claire stopped.
"Wait... did that guy tell you I was out here, you know... the one with a british accent and big ears... the one that's supposed to be my friend?" Claire hoped it wasn't. They carried on walking as Jack explained.
"You mean Charlie? Claire he was worried about you. You guys were pritty close you know."
"I can't believe him, if he was so worried why didn't he make more of an effort to stop me from going instead of calling for help. What a coward!" Claire stopped herself, she was being really harsh on someone who was only trying to help. She smiled innocently.
"Sorry... it's just, all I can remember is being on a plane. It's a crazy way to feel Jack. And when you've got people who know you, but you don't have the slighest idea about them..." She looked at Jack.
"...it's just strange, you know?" Jack smiled at her.
"I know, but it's just something you gotta get used to, which you will by the way." Claire smiled back at Jack.

Claire returned back to the caves with Jack, and he left to do her thing. She decided she needed a change of clothes, and a wash, where was she going to start?

Kate quickly grabbed her towel, to cover up herself. She had just been for a wash in the sea, but she didn't like the idea of people watching her, especially if they were getting something out of it. She wrapped it round her perfectly toned body and began to walk towards the bushes, where she'd left her clothes. She was stopped by Claire, who was holding a pile of clean clothes and a towel.
"Hey. I need a wash, as you can probably tell..." They smiled at eachother.
"...so do you have anything that I could use? Shampoo, soap maybe?" Kate let out a little laugh.
"I'm sorry but erm, we have to go natural here at this island. The best we can do is bath in the water and hope that it works. There's a waterfall which might be cleaner, if you're interested?" Claire liked this idea, it was better than washing in the sea which was full of salt and god knows what else.
"Yeah, please... if you don't mind?"
"Sure, I'll take you there come with me."

Claire followed Kate to the waterfall. When they got there it looked so beautiful. It was so fresh and soothing, with clean water running down from the rocks and crashing into a pool of luxury. Claire looked up with amazement, as she was hypnotized by the falling water.
"So I'll leave you to it then? I'm Kate by the way." Claire looked at Kate.
"Yeah, thanks Kate." She smiled and looked away. Then she had an idea. She could use this time to have a quick wash, then go back to the metal thing she had discovered.
"Hey Kate! Don't get worried if I'm ages, I usually take a long time having a wash, and I could do with a bit of relaxation on my own."
"Ok. Just make sure you're not too long, 'cause otherwise someone named Charlie is gonna get worried." They both laughed.
"Oh one more thing, you don't wanna swim down too deep, 'cause it gets a bit ugly down there." Kate smiled and left Claire alone.

Claire stripped down to just her underwear, and decided she would run into the water and drop. It felt so good against her chapped skin, as it splashed against her face and washed away her bad experience. She held her nose, and ducked her head under. She then let go of her nose and swam underwater. It felt so nice to be free from everyone guarding her, and just being in another world, away from all the troubles. She kept on swimming under, until she flapped her feet and pushed herself to the surface. She breathed out with relief. It felt so nice, but she knew she couldn't waste too much time, as she had to get back to the metal thing. She quickly swam back out and dried herself with a towel. She then put some new underwear on, and some new clothes. Very fresh. She scraped her hair back and tied it into a high ponytail, then went off into the jungle.

She walked towards the beach, because she knew the thing wasn't too far from there. This thing seemed like a hatch to her, a door to somewhere or someone. Eventually she recognized those same leaves, and she got down on her knees and started moving them. There it was, it was the hatch right where she'd left it. She smiled to herself.
"Claire." Claire froze, someone just said her name. She turned around slowly to see a man she did not recognize. He was quite short, but he looked very strong with huge muscles. His face had a few scratches, and his hair was fairly short. He scared her. She stood up slowly, eyes wide, watching him.
"Claire don't you remember me? It's Ethan." He started to walk towards her.
"Who the hell are you? I've never seen you before get away from me!" She started to back away, until he grabbed her! She tried to pull away as she yelled and screamed, but it was no use, he was too strong for her. He began to drag her away until he let go. She turned around to realise someone had pulled him off and got him on the floor. He punched Ethan a few times, then held him on the floor.
"You stay the hell away from her ok! Can't you hear her she wants you away!" He was yelling at the top of his voice. Ethan nodded obidiently, as the man eventually let him go. Ethan ran off into the jungle.

Claire was confused, she'd never seen this guy either. He was quite tall, nice tan, very strong looking with longish wavy hair. He also had a scottish accent. Claire decided to speak to her rescuer.
"Thanks... who are you?" There was a long pause.
"Who are you more like?"
"I'm a survivor of flight 815, well apparently I am. Are you part of the rescue party?" Claire was hopeful.
"Wait... your plane crashed on this island?"
"Yeah there's a load of us. Where are you from?" The man laughed, Claire couldn't tell whether he was happy or not.
"I'm from down there sister!" He stamped on the hatch.
"I've been living in that bloody hatch for 3 years! Just me, on my own." Claire didn't quite no what to say. She thought she'd start with the obvious.
"Oh. So... what's your name?" He smiled, he seemed so happy.
"Desmond... it's Desmond!" He was acting quite strangly, as if he'd just won something, in a way he had, he'd just won something he'd been longing for for three years - company. Claire decided she'd smile too.
"Well I'm Claire!" She went to shake his hand, but he grabbed her and started hugging her. He lifted her off her feet, he was so happy.

the runaway -- chapter 1

2007-07-07T07:57:16Z

Summary: It’s after all the business with Marissa shooting Trey, and Trey has just left the hospital on the coach. The fab 4; Ryan, Marissa, Seth and Summer have decided to run away together for their own reasons. Of course, nothing will go smoothly.

Chapter 1

Marissa tucked the left side of her hair behind her ear a few times. She couldn’t get it right. It was also a distraction of the image that had been playing through her head all summer. That face; that angry face staring at her, and that blood soaked t-shirt. It sent chills through her body everytime she thought about. She turned around and looked at the floor; three full sized suitcases packed to the point they were going to burst open. That wasn’t even half of her stuff, but she had to be reasonable, as she would be carrying it round a lot. She smiled; this would be the perfect chance to start again. Her and Ryan could sort things out, and she didn’t have to live near the place where she almost killed someone. She also didn’t really have a choice, as her mom had banned her from ever seeing Ryan again, and that was impossible for her. Her mind was now focused on the time, which was another distraction from that horrible image. Her mom – Julie, wouldn’t be home for a few hours yet as she was out wining and dining with Marissa’s dad, so she had plenty of time for the other three to arrive. All she had to do was wait in that dreaded silence; the silence that gave her time to think about it.

“So remind me again Cohen, why are we following Ryan and Marissa on their little ‘back pack road trip’?” Summer asked, as Ryan and Seth loaded Summer’s car with their luggage. Her dad was saving the car for when she graduated, but they were in desperate needs. Summer still wasn’t happy with the idea of her leaving her dad and her education behind.

“I told you Summer, you don’t have to come. But I’m not going to let Ryan go this time; I have to stay with him. He’s changed my life for the better,” Summer looked at him strangely.

“Ok… I’m gonna sit next to Atwood, did I tell you about my homophobia?” Summer began to walk off.

“Oh hahaha Summer, your so funny it’s cute!” Seth was trying to sound sarcastic, but it didn’t come out that way with his over the top voice. He grabbed Summer’s hips and pulled her towards him, kissing her neck. She giggled in the pleasure of it.

“Alright come on you guys, Marissa’s gonna be waiting,” Ryan hurried them in the car. He pulled Seth back just before he got in the car. He turned him round to look at their house.

“You sure about this? You grew up here man, and you’re gonna leave it all,” they shared a moment as they stared at the house, until Seth broke it.

“Dude I grew up in Berkley, this place is just a reminder of the fake lives we’ve been living. I wanna get out there in the real world, see real things… I’m sure about this man.” Ryan raised his eyebrows.

“Ok well when you get home sick don’t come crying to me,”

“I wouldn’t,” Seth replied bravely. He then mumbled under his breath like a child…

“I’d go crying to Summer.”

“Come on you guys! I’m getting impatient here… and when I get impatient I get angry, and when I get angry I hit Cohen, and when I hit Cohen he cries, and no one likes a cry baby!” Summer spoke quickly with her moany voice. Ryan and Seth looked at eachother as if to say, “she’s off again” so they hurried into the car and drove off to Marissa’s.

Marissa stood in her hallway as she moved her body around impatiently. Her three suitcases were stood next to eachother and ready to go. Her long, baggy top made no compliments to her slim figure yet the footless tights still managed to make her outfit look perfect, as well as her stilettos that rose her even taller than she already was. There was a sudden ring at her door, which startled her from her thoughts. She opened it to three familiar faces.

“Coop oh my god you look amazing, where’s that top from? Never mind…” She grabbed Marissa’s arm and pulled her towards the car, yet still being considerably gentle after her experience with Trey.

“Ow, wait what about my stuff?” Marissa removed Summer’s hand from her arm.

“Look I haven’t got all day ok! When my dad sees this car’s gone he’s gonna freak! We have a limited amount of time here Coop!” Ryan and Marissa looked at eachother.

“This is what we’re gonna have to put up with, you sure you wanna do this still?” Ryan laughed.

“Not to mention Seth. Oh we’re gonna have so much fun!” Marissa replied sarcastically. She giggled shyly, as they caught eachothers eye. Summer stood there, still with a frustrated and unimpressed expression.

“Well come on, what are you waiting for?”
"Ok Sum cool it!" Marissa went in side and got her stuff, then brought it outside for Ryan to help her load it in the car, She then got into the back seat next to Ryan, and they began to drive off.

in the hatch -- chapter 1

2007-07-01T20:05:39Z

Summary: It's based back in season 1, where Claire has just returned from being kidnapped by Ethan, and has no memory of any of it. The hatch hasn't been discovered yet, until someone does...

Chapter 1

Claire rubbed her bump of a stomach. That was the one thing she did remember, that she was pregnant. The trees towered over her as she shuffled about on the rock she was sitting on, trying to get comfortable. Although it was dark from the trees, it was still hot. Claire was sweating a bit and her hair was still greasy, she refused to get changed or do anything as she couldn't quite take it all in yet. She had survived a plane crash, and been living on an island for two weeks. The last thing she remembered she was happily on that plane. She licked her lips every now and then to soothe them, which made her look as though she was wearing bright red lipstick. They were chapped from the hot weather. She heard footsteps coming towards her, as she turned around to see a young man. He had a big, fake smile on which wasn't comforting at all. He came over to her, a bit too close, and sat down.

"You ok?" Charlie smiled cheerfully. Claire paused for a long moment, until she finally spoke.
"I take it I know you then?" Her voice was miserable and worn down. She wasn't in the mood for a chat, she just wanted to be alone yet she didn't want to sound rude. She didn't even know the guy.
"Indeed you do. We were quite good friends actually... still are... maybe...?" Charlie stopped talking incase he went any further with his awkward words. He didn't know what to say to her, she was completely different now. Claire nodded, and smiled politely.
"Do you mind if... if I just go for a walk, I need to clear my head."
"Sure, sure fine. Although, I don't mean to scare you but whoever took you are probably still out there. I don't think it's safe to go alone."
"I'm not alone," Claire rubbed her stomach as she looked down and smiled at it.
"I've got this little one right here." She looked at Charlie and smiled.
"Thanks for the chat..." she said as she turned around and began to walk away.

Claire dragged her feet through the leaves as she stumbled along. It's hard carrying a huge weight when you are such a tiny person. She was so worn out from everything. It was like she had changed from this bubbly, sweet bundle of happiness, to this tired, worn out, confused wreck. She kept on walking, her mind working so hard to remember something of her past two weeks... nothing. Her foot suddenly hit something hard.
"Ouch!" She screwed up her face as she bent down to rub her foot, which was a bit of an effort. She looked around to see what she had hit, then she saw something shiny peeking through a gap in the leaves. She brushed the leaves away to reveal a square shaped piece of metal. She attempted to pick it up just to realise it was stuck to the ground. She continued to push away the leaves and dirt, revealing more and more of this mysterious thing. She kept going until eventually she had got to the end. It was a huge, round metal block, with a square in the middle looking down at something.

Claire sat there, knees dug into the ground, hair pushed back off her face and fingernails brown with dirt. She looked around, just to check that she was alone. Had she just discovered this? Does everyone know about this already? Why did she have to discover it? The one person who has no idea what's going on on this island. She still couldn't completely trust these people, for all she knew she could on some gameshow and these were the sick people that set her up. She had never felt more alone, therefore she had to deal with this on her own. She shuffled towards it on her knees, whilst holding her hands up not knowing where to start. She bent down to the middle bit as she looked through it and cupped her eyes with her hands. All she could see was black, never ending black. She sat up quickly and bit her lip, as her eyebrows went down in a confused expression. She knocked on it a few times, but that didn't seem to help. In the end she gave in and started banging on it, pressing her ear up against it every now and again. Claire sat up feeling quite frustrated right now. She leant back on her heals and frowned, whilst rubbing her belly softly. She had to go back to the camp now and face the crowd of strange people. Jack was the obvious leader to her, so if she was going to tell anyone about this she would tell him.

Suddenly a light appeared. It was coming from the middle of the hatch and it made a long ray of light above. Was there someone down there?