I have no rights to Lost or its characters. The only thing that is mine is Bama and a few characters you wont recognize from the show. This is my first fan fic and I do appreciate your comments.

I decided to tell this story through the eyes of the dogs. I added one so Vincent would have a companion and you will see why as the story progresses. It is written a bit tongue in cheek as I am trying to portray what I think the dogs would be thinking. Bama is a black Labrador. Hope you like it. :)

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Bama opened her eyes. She was still alive. The last thing she remembered was being in a cage and eyeing the yellow lab across the cargo hold. She noticed him as he was being loaded. She could smell him...definitely male. She was happy they put him directly across from her. A friend for the flight and she noticed her curiosity in him was matched by his own for her.

Bama did not like being on airplanes. She had just been on one, when? She had no concept of time, but to her it was not long enough. The plane finally took off and once it was level she lay down with her head on her forepaws watching. He was looking at her and unless she was mistaken, he just licked his lips. She raised her head and looked at him. Perhaps, she should tell him of her companion back home. Would it really matter?

Her thoughts were rattled by the sudden turbulence of the plane. She was up on all fours now whimpering softly. She looked at the yellow lab. His beautiful brown eyes were full of fear and he, too, had stood up. Both of them cocking their heads in wonder. Within minutes, it was chaos. The cages were sliding back and forth, suitcases were flying and the plane was jumping wildly. The tail section broke off and she was falling. She could no longer see the yellow lab. Her body thudded against the side of her cage and she yelped as her cage splashed into a large body of water. She was sent into darkness.

Bama had no idea how long she had been asleep. She lifted her head and looked around. She was lying on a beach. She wasn't sure how she got out of her cage but why question fate. She slowly tried to stand but was weak and wobbly. She took a step and whimpered loudly. Her right paw must have been injured as she was tossed out of her cage. She licked it gently. With her three good legs, she hopped over to the tree line and laid down in the shade as she was hot from the sun and she was a bit hungry too. Her thoughts went back to the yellow lab. Her eyes scanned what she could see of the beach. Nothing. She was alone and that thought did not bode well.

She woke hours later to a stick snapping. Her ears perked up and the hair on her hackles stood on end. Something was out there. Bama let out a small growl to warn any oncoming danger that she was not about to go down without a fight. Her eyes looked deep into the jungle and she caught sight of a yellow blob bouncing toward her. She blinked to focus and growled again. The blob stopped. It was very cautious. Its tongue was hanging out and it was panting. She sniffed the air and found familiarity in the wind. It was the other dog from the plane. He nuzzled her head and she was glad to have company at last. She licked his face and he lay down beside her. Bama saw his collar. His tag said his name was Vincent.

"Some ride, huh?" She said shyly.

Vincent looked at her. "Yes. Were you scared?"

She wanted to say 'What do you think?' but thought better of it and just said "Very. What happened?"

Vincent cocked his head again. He didn't know either. He could only say, "I don't know, but it wasn't good."

Bama licked her paw again. It was hurting now. "Nasty gash you got there. Does it hurt?"

"A little bit." she said then went back to licking her wound. "My names Bama." She offered.

"Vincent."

"I know. I saw your tag. Why were you on the plane?"

She waited for him to reply. He had a far away look in his eyes and she figured whatever he was about to say was very painful for him. She nuzzled and licked his muzzle, "It's ok." He laid his head down on his paws and looked out over the sea.

Bama's stomach growled. Vincent's head popped up and he looked at her.

"Excuse me," she said. "I'm a bit hungry. I could also use a drink."

Vincent jumped up. "Can you walk at all?"

"A little. I can't put too much weight on it just yet."

"I will help you. There's a little stream up ahead where you can drink. I'll leave you there while I go try and find something to eat. You'll be in the shade so it should be comfortable for you." He waited while she got up on her feet.

She limped behind him as they slowly walked in the jungle. He stopped often to wait for her and never said a word to her about being slow. He weaved them through the jungle underbrush and her ears picked up the sound of trickling water.

When they reached the stream she walked in deep enough to cover her wound. The cool water felt good and helped to ease the pain a little. She lapped until her thirst was satisfied then limped back to the shore and laid down. She licked her wound dry and looked at Vincent.

"You'll be fine here," he said. "I'll try and hurry, but I'm not sure what's out there. Will you be okay?"

"I'll be fine. Thank you" She had softened a bit toward him. She was feeling the symptoms of Doggie Distress Disorder. He was kind and she liked him but in her heart she knew he could never stand up to the likes of Baja. Bama began to think back to her last days before getting on the plane.

Baja was her male companion and oh, how she loved him. They spent hours exploring the yard and the woods behind their house. She had met him when her person Claire had taken her for a walk one day. His persons name was Fly and it was love at first sniff. She was so happy when her person had gotten together with his person. They were inseparable. She never did quite understand the mating rituals of the persons. For dogs, a simple sniff let you know whether the other dog was worthy. Yes, her and Baja were the B & B of the F & C. She laid her head on her paws and sighed deeply. She missed Baja and more than him, her person Claire. What had happened to her?

The crackle of sticks and a new smell in the air brought her head up. It was Vincent returning with something furry in his mouth. Bama licked her lips. She was very hungry now and hoped whatever it was. Oh, who cared! She knew she'd eat it no matter what it was.

Vincent laid a rabbit at her feet and looked back from where he had come as if to see he wasn't followed. He then began to tell her how he was running through the jungle and came upon this person just laying there. The person had looked at him as he ran by, but he didn't stop. No, he just kept on going. He wasn't ready to talk about it though. He himself was feeling the loss of his boy Walt. He didn't want to think about that now. He pushed the rabbit closer to her.

"Eat up" he said. "I know it's not what you are used to, but it's all I could find."

She licked her lips and began pulling the hide off. She was careful not to get fur in her teeth. What an unpleasant feeling that was. "It's perfect, Vincent. Thank you."

It did not take long for her to devour her share of the rabbit. She nosed some over to Vincent to let him know she wasn't ungrateful and she was also sure that he, too, must be hungry. The sun was going down and it was getting dark. She limped over to the stream and drank some more water, then went back and lay by Vincent. Feeling emotionally and physically spent she laid her head on his back and closed her eyes. She wanted to dream of Baja and their days together. She was glad he couldn't see the tears leaking out of the corners of her eyes...