Happy Anniversary Part 3

crash landing . . . . .

Tony stared out into the window. He didn’t feel like looking at everybody else. The thoughts of getting back to his practice were supposed to be on his mind but all he could think about was his ex-wife. What an idiot he had been. Whatever made him think he could return home with her? The doctor finished off his Coke and let the ice settle in the glass. Then a soft hand touched his shoulder. Tony turned his head to look at the Latina stewardess that was assigned his section. Her name tag read Marita. “Would you like another one, sir?” she asked him.

“Yes, that would be fine.” The doctor smiled slightly.

She took his empty glass and proceeded toward the back compartment station. She placed the glass in the tray and proceeded to make him another one. Her friend Cindy the stewardess then came back. “Dear God in heaven,” she moaned, “That fat guy has asked for yet another drink!”

“Which one?” Marita peeked over.

“That one. The one sitting next to the handsome Australian.”

“Oh, god, yeah, I know. He reeks from even here.”

Then Yolanda came back and nearly threw a glass into the tray. She rubbed her forehead, taking a deep breath. “Landa, what’s wrong?” Cindy asked.

“That . ..BITCH . ..” the black woman tried to calm down, “I got her drink wrong and she call me incompendent for it. I thought . . .I thought the snobby people were all supposed to be in first class!”

“Which one is this lady?” Marita peeked again.

“The manifest said her name is Natasha Simmons.” Yolanda moaned when he proceeded to fix the drink again.

“What does she do?”

“According to that cellphone she keeps barking on, she’s some kind of broker out of Chicago,” after the black stewardess had finished fixing the drink, she gently spit into it.

“LANDA!” Cindy gasped, covering her mouth from her giggling.

“Let’s see how she like a taste a’home.” She smiled, stirring it up and walking to hand it to her.

“You are so bad,” Marita whispered with a grin as she walked to give Tony his coke.

As the stewardesses started to walk forward, Eddie jolted past them. He wanted to get away from his parents. All they did was argue and he couldn’t handle it anymore. He was about to duck into the bathroom but some old black guy beat him to it. The boy then twisted and bumped into the counter of the stewardess station. In doing so, his momentum opened up one of the cabinet doors below. He quickly opened it and crawled inside, shutting the door. Eddie wrapped his arms around his knees, then rocked back and forth. He didn’t want his parents to find him. He wanted the arguing to end.

Chance gently rested against his seat, with his arm around his wife Arizona. The couple were enjoying their trip to Australia and got to ride some horses in the Outback. It was a little bit hotter than what they were used to in Texas but it was a pleasant trip none the less. Especially since they got to see the Ranch where Quigley Down Under was filmed. “It was Alan Rickman’s best movie.” Arizona whispered.

“As much as I am a Western fan, Ari,” Chance smirked, “I beg to differ. Alan Rickman’s best movie was Diehard.”

“You always go for the Bruce Willis movies.” She cooed at her husband.

“Yippe Kai-Yay, mother fu-“

Arizona quickly put her index finger over her husband’s mouth. “Language,” she giggled.

Chance smiled and kissed her finger. He loved his wife and loved her even more that they had so many things in common; westerns, guns, action movies. The gunslinger had hoped it was God that delivered Arizona too him; it was the only logical reason of how he found her. The blonde man then noticed the red-headed woman at the end of the row of their seats was looking concerned. “Eddie should have been back by now,” she mentioned, “I am going to go look for him.”

“Fine, whatever,” her husband said, as he pecked away on his keyboard.

Barbara got up and scooted past her husband to go find her little son. Chance sighed; vowing that he would never act like that. He would put his children first above everything; unlike his own father. Barbara proceeded to walk toward the back of the plane. As she did, a man shoved past her in a hurry. “Excuse me.” Charlie said in passing.

“Guess he had to go.” A black woman mentioned.

Barbara continued to walk toward the back. She then stopped and was about to ask a man if he had seen a small boy come through there. However, the old man reeked of cigarette smoke and had a bad feel about him. She decided to keep walking toward the very back. As she reached the back of the plane, she moved past a blonde teenager who made her way into the bathroom. Barbara looked around and didn’t see Eddie anywhere. She leaned over to a young girl with curly amber hair. “Excuse me.” She replied, “Did you see a small boy come through here?”

“No, ma’am, I didn’t.” Kellye answered.


Tony jolted awake as the plane shook slightly. He looked around and didn’t see anything wrong. Then the FASTEN SEATBELTS light started to flash on. Tony immediately put on his seatbelt. Then something flashed outside the window. The doctor blinked at the window. He was almost certain he saw a flash of gray zoom by the wing.

Shanna squeaked at the jolting of the plane. Seth immediately put on his seatbelt and then tapped her wrist to remind her to do it. Mia quickly put on her seatbelt and took her friend’s hand. The redhead admitted she was scared but hopefully it would be nothing. Brendon slowly put on his seatbelt, fearing he heard some strange noise outside.

Barbara then started to walk back after the turbulence of the plane. Then all of a sudden, a massive jolt struck the plane from underneath, sending the woman toward the ceiling. Barbara grunted as her head was slammed in the ceiling above her. Kellye saw her as she landed near her. Something was terribly wrong as the plane began to rattle uncontrollably. The girl soldier quickly reached down and grabbed her, hoisting her into Jenny’s seat. “OH, MY GOD!!!” Clay screamed, “OH, MY GOD!!! WE’RE ALL GONNA DIE-“

The girl soldier then slammed her elbow into his face, knocking him out. The plane jolted again, sending screams of panic and fear throughout the plane. Then the oxygen masks exploded from the ceiling above. Kellye immediately grabbed hers and placed it on. She then shoved one over Clay’s face and then another over Barbara’s. She was a soldier and she was taught not to panic. She only hoped that the nice teenager by her side had found a seat elsewhere. Last she saw she went into the bathroom and never came out.

The plane was rocking incredibly. People were screaming and yelling, while luggage flew out of the overhead compartments, landing on people. Charlie scrambled to get into a nearby seat. Chance held onto his wife as the rocking continued to happen. Hal wasn’t sure what was happening but Dutch was doing his best not to wet his pants. Back in the tail section, Tony tried to take easy labored breaths and not let his brain be flooded by the oxygen. Outside the window, the gray shape zoomed by once again. The doctor was certain he wasn’t hallucinating.

Then the glass exploded in his face as the plane tore apart.

Tony screamed as his blood spit into the air. The pain of the glass in his eye was incredible. He didn’t even get the chance to see that the two people sitting next to him where sucked out into the air. Shanna was screaming her head off. Seth was in complete shock; absolutely certain he was going to die. Mia didn’t scream at all. The sight of the other half of the plane leaving them as they fell made her speechless.

Then the tail section hit a spiral. Debris and people can to fly out of the fuselage section they were holding and a smaller section tore again, flying away. John closed his eyes, not wanting to see his death coming. The gravity forces ripped into the place as the tail section spiraled down. The archer then felt a scrape on his hand and he opened his eyes just in time to see Ramon fly away. John held out his hand in some vain effort to grab him but he never had a chance. The archer stared in horror as Ramon disappeared from view.

Eddie screamed as he exploded out of the cabinet. He tried to grab onto someone and when he did, it wound up being someone’s leg. Seth reached down and tried to grab the boy but the g-forces barely were able to make him hold on himself. Eddie tried to reach up for him and struggled against the surge of wind. Then another breakage happened. The tail section has split in half. The back part starting to purge away, dumping cargo as it went. The moment the split happened, Eddie lost his grip and flew into the wind. Seth screamed in defiance, of not being able to grab the boy. No one, especially a child, deserved to die like that. Yolanda tried to hold onto her seat, then stared in horror as both Cindy and Marita where thrown from their sections as their seats ripped off in mid-descent. It was enough of a horrific sight to make the black stewardess pass out.

Mia stared to feel the wind remove her consciousness. She and her four new friends were about to die. She hoped that she would see her father and grandmother again. It was the only comfort she had until she felt her seat give way. She could hear Shanna screaming as all four of them plummeted out of the plane. Mia didn’t know what was happening. One moment she felt weightless, then she was bathed in darkness for a few minutes, then the next thing she knew she was fighting for air as she entered the water.

Their seats flipped around as they fell into the ocean. Mia fought to get her seatbelt off and then was shocked they landed on the ocean floor so quickly. That meant they were in the shallows!!! Mia released her seatbelt and began to float up. Brendon and Seth were right with her. The bookstore worker then motioned to them and pointed down. Poor Shanna was stuck, struggling to get her belt off. All three then swam down toward her. Mia and Seth grabbed her hands as Brendon ripped the belt off. The redhead held onto her friends as they started to swim to the top.

They all four burst out of the water, gasping for air. Mia looked around and saw an Island in sight. She started to swim toward it with Brendon in tow. Seth held onto Shanna as she coughed to get the water out. The four friends continued to swim toward the beach. When they caught their footing, they started to walk toward the sand; occasionally slammed by the waves of the ocean. Mia got toward the sand and collapsed. Brendon walked up toward her and sat down, gasping for air. Seth fell down on his knees, still holding onto Shanna. The red head took deep breathes for about three second and then started wailing; crying heavily and holding onto Seth. The bookstore worker didn’t know what else to do; truth was, he felt like crying himself.

Mia turned around and stared into the jungle. Brendon took another deep breath, and then pulled out his necklace. The jade Buddha stared back up at him and he gently kissed it, happy to be alive. The Lakota girl then stood up, completely soaked. There was no other sign of anybody else but them. “Where is the rest of the plane?” she demanded in disbelief.

Then a massive crashing sound erupted behind them. A small chuck of the plane had landed on the trees, making them all buckle. As the trees bent downward, they offered a sliding spiral for the part of the plane to soft land on the sand. Shanna had screamed just seeing it. Seth stood up and looked at the plane, wondering how many people were dead in there. However, their were none. Calhoon immediately stumbled out and vomited. McKay’s seat collapsed and finally snapped out of it; ripping off his seatbelt and oxygen mask. Within seconds, both Taylor and Mandy ran out of the plan screaming and heading directly toward the woods. “Understandable reaction,” Mia said, watching them disappear.

“I hope they come back,” Seth mentioned.

The Lakota girl then turned around and then saw more people coming out of the ocean. She wiped her wet hair from her forehead and whispered, “How . .did we survive that?” she asked.


Mia would never receive her answer but the answer was at the other end of the beach. The creature of black smoke looked at them as they gathered from the water. It managed to save the four young ones as they felt from their metal flying craft. Monoxide looked down at Eddie who he saved not four minutes ago. His blue eyes echoed a hint a sadness as he looked down on his limp body. Eddie was not moving. His heart beat was incredibly faint. Monoxide wanted to help him but he already knew the humans were fragile. It could detect more humans were coming from the water. Monoxide quickly flew out of sight and into the woods.

It already knew humans knew how to fix other humans.


Marita slowly opened her eyes, feeling her face rest in the sand. Her head was aching something fierce. She slowly reached up and removed the remains of the oxygen mask. It hurt to move. She then un-buckled her seatbelt and slid forward into the sand. It felt incredibly difficult to walk. However, she knew she had to make sure everybody else was okay. She took one step forward, seeing how one of her high heels was missing. She paused at a nearby bamboo tree and took it off. In the far distance of smoldering wreckage were other survivors. The stewardess continued to walk forward, feeling every so dizzy. It was a good thing that she felt the need to be with her fellow survivors. Had she turned around and saw the unconscious creature that saved her life by happenstance; her world belief might have been shattered beyond repair.

The Polliwog slowly opened it’s eyes and shook it’s head. It looked at the thing that landed on it cranium. It leaned it’s large snout toward the seat and smelled of it. Where did it come from? The creature then heard a commotion down the beach. It looked up with it’s soft eyes, seeing the female human walking toward him. Humans! More humans had arrived! Where they the mean kinds like the humans with the lightning weapons? Or where they like the kind ones that left it hear, which his friends the metal one and the one made of smoke? The Polliwog didn’t know.

But it would be watching.


Raven paused when he heard the thunder. It wasn’t like any thunder he had heard before of the approaching storms on his exile at the island. The Masked man looked up and saw the speeding shape of MOLE zooming down from the sky. The warrior had not known the giant metal creature could even fly, let alone what would take it into the air. Raven looked up again and gasped at the sight of plane debris and bodies falling from the sky. The shape of a man then began to fly toward him. The masked warrior reacted in the only way he knew how.

He quickly threw down the fruit he had been collecting for Eko and then leaped into the air. Raven and the stranger collided in mid-air as he caught him. His hollow bones allowed him to easily float back down. Raven held the man in his arms and gently sat him down on the ground. When the Jaeger Unit had caught the man, he felt the man’s skin break open. It was a small cut but he would live. Why were they here? Did MOLE really bring the plane down?

The man then started to moan awake. Raven knew that seeing him would only bring about more shock. He quickly leaped into the high trees above. The masked man landed on the branches and turned around, observing the man. The human slowly coughed himself awake. He seemed to have a strength about him that forced him to understand his situation. Raven even marveled at the cream-colored dog that came out of no-where to look at the stranger then disappeared into the wilderness. The human struggled to stand up but stand up he did. He fought to regain his senses and for a brief second, looked at a small bottle of a clear liquid he pulled from his jacket pocket. After that, he then started to run toward the beach. He pushed past the bamboo trees to get to his fellow survivors. Raven stared at him in the distance as he ran toward his fellow humans. He didn’t know what their arrival meant but it could be something very important.


After running for what felt like an eternity, Jack finally made it to the beach. He didn’t immediately see anybody but it only took a few seconds to hear the tearing of metal combined with the screams of various people. The doctor winced at the pain in his side but ran to help the people that he could. He was running so hard and fast he didn’t noticed the body he immediately tripped over. Luckily the kick the man’s head was enough to wake him up and Jack was thankful he was alive. “OW, GOD!!” Hal rubbed his head, “WHAT . . .what happened?”

“I’m sorry,” Jack told him, “Are you okay? Is anything broken?”

“No . .I’m good,” the cop forced himself to stand up.

Jack then turned when he heard someone screaming. There was a man pinned under a piece of wreckage. “HEY!!” he touched him on the arm, “COME WITH ME!!”

Hal didn’t have time to think; only react. He got on his knees, then his feet and chased after Jack. The two men then came to the poor man, screaming that his leg was ruptured. “YOU!!” Jack started bringing men over, including a bald older man, “ COME HERE!! GIVE US A HAND!!!”

Locke ran over and joined Hal by the piece of metal. Jack reached down and grabbed the man’s hands. “On the count of three.” He told them, “one . . .two . . .THREE!!!”

Hal screamed as he and the two strangers lifted up the metal. Jack then pulled the man out and immediately started to rip off the pants leg of the man. Within seconds, he was turning his tie into a tourniquet. Then he paused when he heard a woman screaming. He then hoisted the man up toward Hal and Locke. “GET HIM OUT OF HERE!!!” Jack screamed, “Get him out of here! Get him away from the engine!!”

Jack ran off to help whoever was screaming. Hal hoisted up the man on one arm and Locke had the other. “You got him?” the cop asked.

“Yeah,” Locke replied, “Let’s move!”

“Oh, God, my leg!” the stranger cried.

“Hang on, man!” Hal assured him, “We’re going to get you out of here!”

Locke and Hal started to immediately run together as they held onto the wounded man. The cop grunted as he continued to maneuver within the sand. Then all of a sudden, the bald man with him stopped, tugging on both of them. “HEY!!!” he screamed to someone.

Hal turned and gasped. Some poor guy was near the turbine!!! “GET AWAY FROM THAT!!!” Locke screamed toward him.

The man screamed back, saying he could not hear him. The cop already knew it was too late. “FREAKING MOVE!!!” he started to pull them both.

The poor man was then sucked into the turbine, causing an explosion. Locke, Hal and the stranger collapsed in the sand as a spray of fire and metal exploded behind them. The cop quickly shook it off and got the man back on his feet. Locke quickly followed with him as they ran as hard as they could toward the sand dunes next to the bushes. The trio quickly collapsed, making the stranger wince at the wound on his leg. Hal twisted around, seeing if he anybody else needed help. Then to his amazement, the kind boy he sat next to was still in his seat at the fuselage. “IAN!!!” Hal quickly got to his feet and ran toward him.

“ARRRIIIIII!!!” Someone screamed next to him.

Hal briefly saw a man similar to him in age with a blonde buzzcut running toward a brunette laying in the sand. “ARI!!” Chance called her.

The Texan got on his knees and quickly checked on his wife. The brunette was limp as he husband gently started to pat her on the cheek. “Oh, God, baby, please wake up!” he cried.

The woman then moaned. Chance nearly broke down, over that he thought for a few second he had lost the only person he cared about. He held her close, crying over her safety. Hal ran up toward Dutch and immediately started to pull his seatbelt off. After he took off his oxygen mask, he gently shook his shoulders. “Ian?” he coughed, “Ian can you hear me?”

“Please, grandma, I did my chores, I want to go surf.” He muttered with his eyes closed.

“Huh?” the cop gasped.

Before he could bring the young man out of it, the sound of the buckling wing nearby caught his attention. “HEYYY!!!” Hal screamed to Chance.

The Texan looked at him quickly. “THAT WING IS GOING TO COLLAPSE!!!” Hal pointed out.

Chance looked up and saw the wing; creaking, cracking and spewing jet fuel all over the sand. He didn’t think twice; he immediately grabbed Arizona and threw him over his shoulder. Hal quickly grabbed Dutch by the arm and threw him over his shoulder, grabbing him in a fireman’s cradle. By happenstance, the two men then proceeded to run in the same direction away from the plane. Within seconds they were joined by the business suit, the pregnant woman and the large man running away as well. All them collapsed as the wing struck the ground and exploded. Hal grunted a piece of hot metal flew past his head missing it by inches.

Jack then leaned up and saw the wreckage burning in the sand. He then twisted over and checked on Claire. “You okay?” he asked her.

“Yeah,” she winced, feeling of her stomach.

Jack then pointed to Hurley. “You! Stay with her!”

“Dude, I’m not going anywhere.” The large man laughed slightly.

Jack then turned and noticed the other four people near them. He then immediately checked on Arizona. “How is she?” he asked Chance.

“I don’t know,” he sniffed, “She’s in and out of consciousness.”

“She’s probably got a concussion. Stay with her and keep talking to her.”

Jack then immediately walked over to Hal. “Hey, you okay, man?” he said, patting him on the shoulder.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” the cop told him, “Go help everybody else. I’ll watch over them.”

“Thanks,” the doctor told him as he ran off.

Claire moaned as he massaged her pregnant belly. Hurley slowly sat up, rubbing the sand off his face. Arizona slowly started to become awake. Chance smiled down on her as she rested in his lap. He looked over toward the other man who hauled the young blonde man away from the plane. “Thank you,” he smiled, “For warning me about the wing.”

“No problem,” the cop smirked.

“What’s your name?”

“Hal Mancuso.”

“Chance Spartan.”

“Whoa,” Hurley rubbed his eyes, “Cool name, dude.”

“Thanks,” the Texan laughed, “What’s your name?”

“Hurley.” He said, waving toward him.

“Miss, you okay?” Hal asked the pregnant Australian.

“The pain is starting to slowly move away,” she smiled,” And I’m Claire by the way.”

Dutch then slowly raised his head from the sand. He looked around at all the scattered people and the flaming wreckage. “What did I miss?” he grunted.


The evening was slowly coming upon them. The sun had started it’s descent toward the horizon. Hal was walking the beach with Dutch. The surfer and the cop stayed together as they continued on toward the majority of the wreckage where everybody was. Hal stopped when he noticed a large bonfire near the edge of the beach. Two men were sitting around it. “Signal fire?” Hal asked them.

The middle easterner looked up at him. “Yes,” he replied.

“Good job,” the cop praised him.

“Thank you, my friend,” Sayid replied, “I only hope it’s big enough for them to see.”

“You think somebody is coming, Hal?” Dutch asked his new friend.

“I don’t know, kid,” the older man told him, “I hope so.”

“Hey, Hal!” Hurley called to them, “Dutch!”

“Dude!” the surfer replied toward the large man.

“Here ya go,” he said, handing them the plates of cold airplane sealed food.

“Oh, thank you.” The cop said, taking his share.

“Where is the guy with the cool name and his wife?” the large man replied, “I wanted to make sure they got something to eat.”

“Oh, Chance?” the surfer turned and pointed, “He’s down that way.”

“Thanks, dude.”

“No problem, dude.”

“It’s nice to see you two are apart of the same tribe.” Hal smirked as he continued walking.

Hal continued walking, munching on the food as he did. He then noticed the kind man he met earlier in the day, talking to a brunette. “Hey, man,” he tapped him on the shoulder.

“Oh, hey!” Jack smiled, “It’s good to see you. You all right?”

“Yeah, just peachy,” Hal shook his hand, “I’m Hal by the way.”

“Nice to meet you,” the doctor pointed, “Who is your friend?”

“I’m Ian Dutchman but everybody calls me, Dutch,” the surfer shook his hand.

“What are you two talking about?” Hal said, as he sat down.

“My new friend and I were talking about the crash,” Jack said, as he held up a leaf that he tore to resemble an airplane, “We must have been at about 40,000 feet when it happened. Hit an air pocket. Dropped, maybe, 200 feet. The turbulence was . . . . I blacked out.”

“I didn’t,” the brunette whispered, “I didn't. I saw the whole thing. I knew that the tail was gone, but I couldn't bring myself to look back. There was a group of four kids . . .they were laughing and cutting up . . . .I hope they are all right. . . . And then the . . . the front of the plane broke off.”

“Well, they are not here on the beach. Neither is the front. We need to figure out which way we came in.”

“Why?” the brunette asked.

“Because there's a chance we could find the cockpit. If it's intact, we might be able to find a transceiver. We might be able to send out a signal, help the rescue party find us.”

“How do you know all that?” Dutch inquired.

“Took a couple flying lessons . . . wasn't for me.”

“That’s a shame,” Hal rubbed his fingers with a napkin, “ If you were, you probably could have gotten the plane down in one piece.”

“Maybe.” Jack smirked.

“I saw some smoke, just through the valley.” The young woman decided to mention,” If you're thinking about going for the cockpit, I'm going with you.”

Jack smiled at her, admiring her bravery. “I don’t even know your name.” he told her.

“Kate.” She grinned.

“Jack,” he replied.

“You really think the transceiver thingie is there, dude?” the surfer asked him.

“It should be but we won’t know till we-“

Jack was then interrupted by a loud, strange noise. He turned abruptly toward the woods as they started to shake. Trees jolted together, as something very large moved within them. The group stood up and stood together, watching it. Jack stared in disbelief not knowing what it could be. Kate was by his side, staring at the shaking trees. Chance looked over toward the group and the woods. Hal and Dutch could only stare like everybody else as the roars continued. Charlie slowly bent his eyes brows down at the ominous invisible monster.

“Terrific.” He whispered.


and the rest is history . . . . . .