Disclaimer: If you recognize it, it's not mine. While I would love the rights to say, oh, Charlie or Sawyer, that's not very likely to happen. The only thing that does belong to me is Fiona, and if you would like to borrow her, please ask permission.

A/N: This idea has been plaguing me almost since the premier of 'Lost.' I was curious as to what it would be like for someone with a disability to survive on the island after the plane crash. Since I have missed some rather crucial episodes of 'Lost' I will not attempt to follow the events as my story line. However, I am beginning with the crash and working from there. I will probably use a few of the events from the show, but probably not many. Some of the chapters may be a little random, because this won't be one continuous story, but rather lots of little stories. With that being said, I hope that you all read, review, and enjoy!

REVAMP NOTES: Now that the reruns of Lost have started, I'm catching up on the episodes that I've missed. As a result, I'm doing a partial revamping of my story to make the time line a bit more accurate. Thanks to those who have read this already, and welcome to those who are tuning in for the first time!

Chapter 1: Day of Destiny

Noise. Screams and shouts, crackling fires, crashing waves. Too much noise combined with too many smells for Fiona to compute all at once. She opened her eyes, knowing it would be no good, but even the murky shadows and gray nexus were better than the total blackness behind her eyeballs. Fiona's hands shot out automatically, feeling the area around her, fingers and tactile senses telling her was her eyes could not. There was sand beneath her, and she could hear waves above the shouts. She must be on a beach then.

Fiona sat up, trying to push herself up, only to discover that her legs were pinned beneath some mass. She leaned over to feel it, and discovered that it was something made of metal, and warm to the touch. She tried to push it off of her, but couldn't move it. She felt around for her cane, which had been in her lap…but couldn't find it. Finally, Fiona sighed and hung her head, her pride taking a quiet beating.

"Is anyone there?" She called, surprised at crackling of her voice. She coughed and tried again. "Is anyone there? Can somebody help me?" Fiona cocked her head slightly, and thought that she heard someone moving near her. "Is someone there?" she tried a third time.

"I'm here," answered a voice, and she sensed someone slide up next to her. The voice was clearly male and heavily accented. Middle Eastern, Fiona thought. "Hang on. Are you injured?"

Fiona thought for a moment. She wasn't in any pain, though her head was aching a little. Her legs weren't crushed just…jammed. "I don't think so," she answered. "But I'm stuck. My legs are pinned."

"Don't worry." The voice replied. "We'll get you out." There were more shouts and another person came up beside her.

"We're gonna lift the debris and pull you clear. Okay?" asked a new voice.

Fiona nodded. "Okay." She sensed someone on the other side of her as well, and someone else placed their hands under her arms.

"Alright, on three. One, two, three!" the second voice commanded, and suddenly the pressure on Fiona's legs was gone and she was being pulled backward. She automatically grabbed the person's arm to steady herself and pulled herself to her feet.

"Easy, easy!" He cautioned, and Fiona heard a big clank as whatever had held her pinned fell to the ground. She turned toward the voice, stretching slightly to work out the soreness in her joints.

"Are you okay?" the first voice asked, moving to face the young woman. Fiona lifted her head, her hair falling from her face, and for the first time he realized that she was blind. Milky green eyes stared blankly in his direction, and the woman waved her hands in front of her, feeling for any obstacles.

"I think so," she answered. "Thank you." She sensed a few of the people moving away, probably moving on to more pressing matters. Fiona cocked her head to the side in the direction of one of the only people still near her. "What is going on? Last I remember I was on a plane…"

"The plane crashed," answered the accented voice from before. "We appear to be on a beach of some kind. There is jungle not far away."

Fiona nodded slowly. "What is your name?" she asked, holding her hand out in the direction of the voice.

"Sayid. And you?"

"Fiona," she answered. "Do you see my cane anywhere? I had it in my hands on the plane…"

Sayid looked around on the ground, but saw nothing. "I'm sorry. It was probably thrown somewhere when we crashed."

Fiona nodded and took a tentative step forward, only to stumble over something on the ground. Sayid caught her arm and stopped her from falling.

"Thanks," she said. "Can you help me out?" Sayid looked around; the ground was littered with debris and they were virtually boxed in. It was possible to make one's way out of the maze of debris, but to lead a blind person through it…suddenly an idea occurred to him.

Sayid put Fiona's hand on his shoulder. "Put your arms around my neck," he told her. Fiona clumsily obeyed. Sayid then picked her up and proceeded to make his way through the debris. Once he made it to a relatively clear spot he put her down.

"There," he said. "Things are fairly chaotic right now, so it's probably best if you stay out of the way."

"Alright," Fiona said, disappointed that she was so helpless. Sayid patted her shoulder and walked back towards the crash site. Fiona sat down on the beach and put her head in her hands. She had a feeling that things were only going to get worse.