Since I love the freighter people I decided to start a story about when they all met and reactions to certain situations and stuff like that. It will probably end up being Dan/Charlotte and, my favorite, Miles/Naomi.
Disclaimer: Hmm…Nope. I got nothing. I don't own Lost.
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The Kahana was to set off in a few days. Naomi Dorrit was stuck in charge of taking the names of the people who were coming on the freighter. She wasn't in a good mood today because she had just got out of a meeting with her employer, Matthew Abbadon. In there she complained about her team, which was definitely NOT a good one. Why Matthew chose those people, she'd never know.
As if he had heard her thoughts, a man approached her. Naomi recognized him immediately. He was Miles Straume, one of the members of her team.
"Go right ahead, Miles," she said before Miles could say anything to her. He looked at her curiously, and then, as if realizing something, smirked and walked onto the ship. Naomi rolled her eyes and went on with her job.
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Miles Straume was confused for a moment when the woman with the clipboard already knew his name, but realized that he must have to work with her at one point. Not that he was complaining, in fact, he was overjoyed. She doesn't seem at all like a weirdo he'd expected to be working with, in fact, quite the contrary. She was beautiful, and he looked forward to meeting her at the team meeting later that night. If all of them were like her, he would have to take jobs like this more often.
He looked over at her once and she was talking to a man who claimed his name was Kevin Johnson. What a lie, he thought to himself.
Kevin walked on board and Miles said, "That's not your real name."
Kevin looked over at him as if asking 'how do you know?' But instead, all he said was "What?"
Miles laughed and shook his head. "Everyone on board this ship has secrets." Kevin shrugged and went on to some other part of the ship.
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Daniel Faraday was extremely nervous. He didn't want his teammates on the ship to think he was crazy, even though he knew they would. Everyone did, nowadays. He was used to it.
Nevertheless, he was still nervous. It was almost time for the meeting. He didn't know who any of them were, not at all. He didn't know their names or what they look like or anything about them.
Daniel left his new room on the ship to find the place where they were meeting. Someone told him earlier where to go, but he'd forgotten. He even forgot what the person looked like. He thought it was a girl, but still, he didn't remember for sure.
Daniel forgets a lot of stuff these days. Sometimes he would just space out. He supposed that's why people thought he was crazy. Maybe he was. He didn't know. Everyone else seemed to think he was, so he even became used to the fact that he wasn't entirely right in the head. It wasn't a very uplifting thought.
For some reason his feet had taken him to a room below deck. Sometimes he did that. He would forget something and then instinctively do what he was supposed to. He supposed it was a good thing.
Suddenly Daniel noticed a woman sitting in a small wooden chair in the corner. She was stunning; she had red hair that streamed past her shoulders and her face was splashed with freckles. He assumed that she was one of his team, and he certainly hoped so.
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Charlotte Lewis looked up when she heard someone walk into the room. She saw a man that looked somewhat surprised to see her. The only reason he could be here was because he was one of her team. She stood up to greet him.
"Hello," he said anxiously.
"Hi," Charlotte shook his hand cheerfully. "Are you part of the team?"
"Yeah, if you and I have the same 'team' in mind," the man said.
Charlotte laughed. "My name's Charlotte."
"Dan," he said.
"Nice to meet you, Dan," Charlotte said.
"You too, Charlotte," Dan said. "So-so are we early or something?"
"I guess," Charlotte shrugged. "I hate being the last one to places so I generally try to be the first."
"That makes sense," Dan said, making Charlotte laugh again.
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Dan was shocked that Charlotte was so peppy to meet him. Usually people were alarmed by his awkwardness and try to avoid him.
Dan was also surprised that Charlotte would laugh like that. It wasn't a forced laugh, which he was very used to hearing. Either Charlotte laughed really easily or she actually thought he was funny. No one ever thought Dan was funny. Crazy, maybe, but never funny.
Charlotte didn't say anything for the next couple of minutes. Dan hated silences. They made him want to say something when he never had anything to say.
Luckily, at that moment the door opened and someone walked in. He glanced over in their direction but said nothing. He sat down on a barrel across of the room and pulled out a small book and began reading it. Dan tried to read the lettering on the cover. He wasn't sure, but he thought it said, "Flight Oceanic 815 Manifest."
Dan tried to remember where he had heard the words 'Oceanic 815' before. It came to him quickly; the flight that crashed down a month or two ago. They had just found its remains in a deep trench recently. It was very sad.
The door opened again and someone walked in. He sat down on a chair in the middle of the room and said nothing. Dan recalled that there were 5 members to his team. Just one more to go.
Dan wondered who the leader was. He had known earlier, but of course, he forgot. Sometimes if he really thought hard about things he could remember. He hoped everyone else knew.
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Frank Lapidus walked into the meeting room. He noticed to other people sitting on the right. Not knowing what to say, he took a seat on a barrel on the opposite side of the room. As usual, he pulled out his Oceanic 815 manifest. Ever since it crashed, he'd carried it around and tried to remember all of the passengers. Frank had a very good memory, and had just about memorized all of them. He was just making sure.
Frank's thoughts were interrupted when a fourth person walked into the room. His eyes darted around the room quickly before he took a seat in the middle of the room.
One left, Frank thought to himself. Frank hadn't learned who would be leading this team, but he had recalled that it was a girl. There was a woman sitting on the other side of the room, maybe it was her. Whoever it was, Frank was sure they'd make it clear that they would have to follow her orders.
The final person walked into the room then. Everyone in unison stood up. This last person was a girl too. It could be her.
"Alright, before we make any introductions, I'd like to make this clear," the person began. "Like I said to Matthew, this mission is going to be hard enough without me having to baby-sit a head case-," she motioned to one of the men in the room. The other girl looked at him curiously. "- a ghost buster-," she nodded to the other guy. "-an anthropologist-," she indicated the girl. "-and a drunk." She said finally to Frank.
Yeah, it was her.
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Naomi had to explain this first, the second she walked into the room. The people looked rather insulted, especially Dan and Frank. She didn't care. That wasn't her problem they had brain and alcohol issues. Naomi noticed that Miles was the only one that didn't look offended. No, he was just staring at her, like he was totally interested in what she had to say. That makes one, Naomi thought.
No one commented on her beginning speech. "Right then," Naomi continued. "I'm Naomi, and I'm going to be leading this group. I was forced to read about you and your names, so I know all about you. You don't know about each other is the problem, go ahead and talk."
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Review and tell me how you like it! Next chapter will probably introduce Miles/Naomi because like I said it's my favorite!