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Baby Jarrah- Lost (1)

Amara’s POV

“Sayid if you look through those picture once more then I’m sure you’ll just rip them,” I chuckled.

He chuckled putting the photographs back into the tattered envelope.

“I’m sorry Amara,” he smiled.

“I know you want to find Nadia, but why did you want me to go with you?”

“You’re my sister, and I lost you for too long, I can’t lose you again. Even if that means dragging you to America,” he shrugged.

“Well I appreciate it. I didn’t like Australia, and it’ll be nice to live with you, I was a kid when you were at home,” I smiled.

“You’re still a kid.”

I chuckled as the stewardesses began to go over the safety information. Once the plane began to take off, I leant my head against my older brother’s shoulder letting the darkness overcome me.

~*~

I woke up to a huge jolt of the plane. Everyone was panicked as the oxygen masks fell down in front of our faces. I pulled mine over my mouth even though the elastic got tangled in my messy black hair. Looking over at Sayid, his face looked as panicked as everyone else’s, as he held onto my hand.

The whole way to the ground there were tears streaming down my face, as I held onto my brothers hand.

The impact of hitting the ground threw me forward in my seat. This caused me to let go of Sayid’s hand as I was launched out of the plane. I landed in sand, but I was surprised at how un-intense the pain was. Yes I did feel pain everywhere but it wasn’t as bad as I thought it’d be.

I groaned rolling from my front onto my back, pulling the remnants of the mask off of me. Slowly I sat up to see the disaster that lies before me. Only a few of the people were moving and the plane was in half, missing the tail.

I looked to see if I was badly injured, which I wasn’t, I only really had a few cuts and I was sure I was going to be covered in bruises. Standing up I coughed looking around to see if I could find Sayid. I could see him, but there were a lot of people who needed my help. I was okay, so I should really try to get people away from the plane.

After about a while, everyone who was alive was away from the plane and everyone was finding their loved ones, but I still hadn’t seen Sayid. I checked through the plane and around it, and I hadn’t found him.

Leaving the plane and the last couple of people to be helped, I began to look around the others calling out his name but I couldn’t find him. I stopped a man by putting my hand on his shoulder.

“Hi, have you seen a man who looks kind of like me, a bit taller, a bit older, and a bit more masculine and answers to Sayid?” I asked him.

“I’m sorry no. I’m Charlie by the way,” He smiled softly.

“I’m Amara. I don’t know what happened to my brother, he was there in the plane and then I was thrown out of it, and I couldn’t find him,” I explained.

Charlie and I sat down in the sand. It was kind of smart in me staying still; sat here as I’m sure Sayid and I were missing each other as we ran around.

“So is Sayid your brother?” He questioned.

“Yeah.”

“I’m guessing you two are kind of close.”

“Kind of. We haven’t seen one another in a long time, but we were moving to America, so I guess that makes us close,” I shrugged.

He chuckled. I looked around the beach to look for Sayid and if anyone needed help. I quickly excused myself from Charlie looking around for him, not wanting to wait around anymore.

I then saw him. I never thought I’d be so happy to see my brother. I ran across the sand, which wasn’t too successful seen as my feet kept seeping into the sand. As I reached him I jumped into his arms. Well technically I jumped at him hugging him forcing him to hug me back.

“Amara, are you okay?” he questioned hugging me.

“I’m fine. Where have you been? I’ve looked everywhere. You scared me so much,” I sobbed into his chest.

“How do you think I feel? I saw you ejected from a plane. I’m so happy you are okay,” He smiled softly kissing my hair.

I chuckled pulling out of the hug, “What’s going to happen? We’re stranded here.”

“I don’t know Amara, I really don’t know,” He sighed.

We sat together for a little while until man came over to us.

“You were the prisoner of the US marshal,” he stated pointing at Sayid.

“Excuse me,” Sayid frowned.

“There was a marshal on the plane, and you were obviously the prisoner.”

Sayid went to stand up but I stopped standing up instead of him. A lot people had gathered around us but I didn’t care.

“Obviously because we’re from the Middle East we must be terrorists or have done something illegal. Stereotyping us because there have been a couple of people of our ethnicity who’ve been terrorists doesn’t mean we all are cowboy. There was one marshal meaning one prisoner, why would the marshal allow their sibling to be with them. It’s more likely to be you,” I hissed.

“Who do you think you are talking to me like that kid?” He growled grabbing my cover.

“Don’t touch me. And you blaming my brother for being with a US marshal, I am standing up for him, mainly because I’d like him not to kill someone, as he doesn’t need me to look out for him, but I’m very much more passive aggressive and I really don’t like you and your southern drawl,” I growled slapping his hand away from me, “We’re stuck on an island, we need to at least be civil until we get back to civilisation, as we’re going to be spending a lot of time together.”

With that I stepped away from him, even though he smirked at me.

“I’m going to like you. You’re sassy,” He smirked.

I rolled my eyes stepping forward to him so our chests were nearly touching.

“I’ve changed my mind about you,” I smiled innocently, I brought my fist back letting it connect with his jaw, “We don’t need to get along, just don’t come near me. EVER.”

With that I walked away from the odd man, along with everyone who had gathered to watch what was going on with Sayid, the man and I.

I made my way along the beach hoping to get a good distance from everyone, as I didn’t want to talk to people.

I had never liked being around people, seen as I grew up not talking to my parents often, and my brothers had moved out when I was quite young, seen as I was quite a bit younger than them.

Once I was a good distance from the others I sat down in the sand wanting a moment to myself but I couldn’t be that lucky as someone and came to sit next to me. First of all I thought it was my brother, but it wasn’t it was Charlie.

“Are you okay?” He asked.

“I’m fine. I just don’t like people criticizing my family. Racism is a common thing, even when stranded on an island,” I shrugged.

“Sawyer seems like a dick,” Charlie chuckled.

I smiled at him.

“Well said. I just want to go home. I’m sure everyone does, but being in such close proximity of so many people who seem so awful, it will be heard,” I sighed.