The Woman from the Plane [Lost Fanfiction]

Chapter 26: Ghost Town

Hours into the flight, the plane started rattling violently. The fasten seatbelt sign went on, and bags started to tumble out of the overhead compartments.

Valerie yawned, waking up. "Hold on tight," she said, slipping her hand into Ben's. She could tell that he was nervous. "No one likes a plane crash," she reassured him. He squeezed her hand.

The rattling of the plane was suddenly overwhelmed by a high-pitched buzz, and the cabin was consumed in a bright white light.

Valerie stayed conscious for most of the crash. The plane banked wildly around, and all of the cabin lights went out. The descent was steep and unsteady, and the impact as they skidded to a stop was concussive and disorienting.

When she gathered herself, Ben was slumped over next to her, bloodied from a cut on his head.

"Ben," she said, nudging his shoulder.

He didn't respond.

"Linus," she said urgently, unbuckling his seatbelt. She pressed her fingers to his neck to check for a pulse, but she was too shaky to feel anything.

"Ben you better wake up, or I swear to god I will fucking kill you myself."

His eyes blinked open. "What happened," he mumbled.

"We have to get up," she told him, lifting him up by the armpits. He pulled himself to his feet and shook his head.

"I'm fine," he told her. "Just knocked out for a moment. Are you alright?"

"I'm fine—a little shaken."

They heard groans from the rows ahead of them.

Valerie grabbed her backpack.

"Sun?" a voice called from the front of the plane.

"Frank?" she heard Sun reply.

"Where's everyone else? Jack and Kate and Hurley—where'd they go?"

"They're gone," Ben answered. Both Sun and Frank were startled to see him. Valerie stepped into the light behind him.

"Where did they go?" Sun asked Ben, alarmed.

Ben shook his head in confusion and turned to Valerie.

"We've got to get off the plane," Valerie answered. "Where's Desmond? Did he get sent back with them?"

"Sent back?" Sun asked.

"I'm here," Desmond announced, pulling himself from his seat. "Let's not do that again."

"Good," she said, "let's go." She motioned to Frank who opened the emergency exit. "What about the other passengers?" Frank asked.

"They'll be fine. There's no time."

Ben trotted down the stairs, Valerie and Desmond following quickly behind him. Sun helped Frank, who had been injured in the crash.

They walked away from the crash site as quickly as they could.

"Nineteen seventy-seven," Valerie said, once they were alone.

"What?" Ben asked.

"That's where they went."

"The year nineteen seventy-seven?" Desmond asked, incredulous.

She nodded.

Ben frowned at her. "Why?"

"I don't know why. It'll be fine though. They're going to try to stop the Incident—the thing with Swan station—but they're going to cause the Incident. And then they'll be back. The others will be with them"