I Have A Dream-

The Big Lost Musical

Summary:- It's just like the film Mamma Mia, only it's not. Unlike the film, it revolves around the song I Have A Dream and not Mamma Mia and it doesn't follow the same plotline at all :P. Incorporates almost every ABBA song imaginable, not just the ones in the film. Updated regularly depending on how many reviews I receive, although I may just update anyway! Each chapter will have one song- at least for now.

Stuck on an island, far from home, a girl dreams of having the perfect summer romance. She will discover that she is about to enter a world filled with romance, heartbreak and music. Starring Claire, Charlie, Kate, Jack, Sawyer and most other survivors!

Pairings:- PB&J, Jate, Skate, Bennet, Jun, Sana, Jana pretty much all the pairings! :P

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~Chapter 1~

I Have A Dream

"Cheer up, Claire. Please?" Kate wheedled. Her best friend, Claire Littleton, was sitting amongst the sand, legs folded up and her eyes shut tight, as if that would protect her from the horrific truth. They had crashed on an island and had been stranded here for several hours. No rescue party had come as yet, but Kate had hope, unlike her best friend.

"Cheer up?" Claire responded blankly. "We're on a deserted island, Kate. We've crash landed here and there's no hope of rescue. How can I possibly cheer up?"

Kate sighed heavily, knowing how stubborn her friend could be. She had met Claire in a very peculiar instance, at a night club in Manchester. She'd been dancing to a young rock band, when all of a sudden she spotted Claire sneaking off outside. Curiosity piqued, Kate had followed her and watched in bewilderment as she proceeded to fling her shoes off and yell angrily...at a brick wall. Kate had tried to persuade her to come back inside or get a taxi home to no avail. In the end, a bouncer had to throw them out of the club, after Claire had thrown up on his shoes. It had united them together because they ended up walking back to Kate's, both of them angrily cursing the 'stupid, fat bouncer with a double chin'.

"You've been so depressed, I'm starting to think you'll do something stupid." Kate chided her. She wrapped an arm around Claire and leaned her head on her shoulder. "At least come and join the rest of us. You don't want to be alone."

"Mum's alone." Claire pointed out, her face distorted in misery. "I am a horrible daughter, Kate. I can't believe I l-left her like that..."

"It's in the past," Kate smiled reassuringly. "Your mum might be in a coma but she knows you love her. I like to think she could hear you, when you said how much you loved her."

Claire smiled wobbily at her and tried to cheer up. Her mother, Carol Littleton, was currently in between the sheets of a hospital bed, in a coma. What made things worse was that Claire had put her there herself. By accident of course, yet the guilt never ceased to haunt her. The things she'd said before the accident were unforgivable in her eyes. Something about wishing her mother would leave her alone and then, and this was the part that always killed her inside, wishing her mother was dead. A few tears slipped out of her serpent green eyes.

"I'm going to help Jack set up some tents." Kate rose to her feet. As a woman, she had blossomed quite beautifully with a rich brown set of locks and a few freckles here and there. "You wanna come with me?"

Claire considered the offer then shook her head. She'd join the others when she felt like it. Her friend nodded and then walked off. The young, just-out-of-her-teens woman rose unsteadily to her feet. It wasn't easy, especially whilst lugging around a seven pound baby in her womb. Yes, believe it or not, she was pregnant. She wandered down towards the beach, stroking her stomach absent-mindedly. With only a few weeks to go, Claire was terrified of being a mother. What if she was a terrible mother? She couldn't bear it if she gave birth to her child and it ended up hating her. She was the kind of person who hated to be hated.

The sun was just beginning to set and it dawned on her how beautiful the island was. With a beach that soared on for miles, filled with golden grains of sand and a turquoise ocean that made you feel utterly relaxed just by staring at it, this would be the perfect setting for a summer romance. In her life, the only two men she'd been involved with was her high school boyfriend, Stevie Caulkin and her son-of-a-bitch ex-boyfriend and father to her child, Thomas. She'd love to fall in love again but who with? Whether she was rescued or not, she still had a child to nurture and love, which left little time for dating.

"I have a dream," she sang softly, allowing the evening breeze to lift her on to the tips of her toes. "To help me co-oo-ope, with anything." She sighed deeply and allowed the summer breeze to tantalize her. Why couldn't she just enjoy what she had? Here she was, on a perfectly beautiful beach and all she could think about were her own traumas. What about what everyone else had been through? She turned her head to one side and saw a Korean or Chinese couple huddling by the fire as darkness began to fall. Jack and Kate were talking about something and, Claire noticed, her best friend was unsubtly trying to get closer to him.

"If you see the wonder," she continued sadly. "Of a fairytale. You can take the fut-ure." Here she sighed. "Even if you fail." She spoke the words softly with a regretful tone to it, as if she had already failed.

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"Beautiful night," Jack observed, leaning back and watching the stars. He sighed with a bittersweet kind of bliss, the same sort of bliss that a dying man would experience as he watched his life flash before him. "Would be a shame if a noisy bunch of helicopters came and spoilt it." He was in his mid-thirties with dark hair and stubble that couldn't seem to make its mind up as to whether it grew out or not.

Kate laughed. "I'm sure you'd be the last person to complain if the helicopters came." She smirked, playfully nudging him. "You won't have to play hero-boy anymore." She smiled at him, her own problems seeming to melt blissfully away in his company. She'd only just met him but she felt like his face was one she could trust. Maybe it was just the fire, or just his presence but she felt warm inside and it made a warm smile appear on her face.

"Your friend's been over there a long time," Jack pointed out, causing Kate to suddenly remember Claire. She sighed, wondering what more she could do. "Should we go talk to her?"

"No need." Kate suddenly grinned. "She's stopped being a pain-in-the-ass and has decided to come over and join us." Sure enough, the bump of Claire's stomach came into view followed by blushing Claire herself.

"Can I sit down?" She gestured to the sand, suddenly realising how foolish she sounded. Her blush deepened.

"Sure. It's a free beach, after all." Jack chuckled. With some help, Claire managed to sit down beside her best friend. She hated feeling like she was a burden but, let's face it, she kind of was. At least, the little boy or girl inside her was. Claire stroked her stomach again, wondering what sex it was.

"How's the baby?" Jack asked, looking at her with concern.

"Good. I think," Claire admitted. "I've not felt him or her move yet." When she had woken up, it had been to huge contractions that had been agonising to feel. Kate had managed to get her back on her feet and out of the way before the wing of the plane had crushed them both. Now, she was worried the fall she had taken whilst running may have damaged the baby.

"It's early days yet, it doesn't mean anything's wrong. It's probably just the aftermath of the crash subsiding any pregnancy effects you might have felt before." Jack replied reassuringly. He offered her something from the plane cart and she took it, grateful for any sort of food. Her stomach rumbled and she half laughed to herself. A meal for one, for two, she joked to herself. Part of her glanced at the cheap, microwaveable meal in front of her with relief but another part of her shied away from it in disgust, longing for the sweet taste of peanut butter inside her mouth. Strangely enough, she seemed to be the only Australian who doted on it.

Later that night, Claire found herself wandering around, feeling utterly lost. It was almost like high school again, where everyone had formed their own clique and she was left out of every group. Kate was talking with Jack as well as this Arab guy. She shivered and was about to go back to her best friend when a small voice from behind her said:

"I've got a blanket, if you want one." She turned around and saw a nervous looking man with brown hair, which was tinted with blonde, smiling tentatively at her. He held out a blanket and she accepted it gratefully, stuttering her thanks.

"I've got a free space, if you want one." The man suddenly grinned and Claire found herself warming to him. She nodded and he helped her sit down.

"Wow. Nice." She laughed, gesturing to a small banner titled HOME SWEET HOME. "You've settled down quickly." He laughed and instantly relaxed, making Claire reciprocate the emotion.

"I found it in one of the suitcases. I thought an optimistic approach might help everyone relax." The man joked. "Excuse me for trying to create a homely atmosphere here."

Claire laughed again. Once the sound had stopped, an awkward silence fell between them. She took this time to study him properly. His hands were the first thing she noticed. He wore a lot of thick, chunky rings along his fingers and one, thin, silver ring with the letters D and S on it. They had some signifance, she supposed, but to what? Along his fingers were some tape or a bandage of some kind, which spelled out the word FATE on the plane. An odd word to spell out but who was she to talk? Claire was a big believer in the stars and astrology, anything that other people regarded as utter crap really.

"So," the man was the first to speak, his voice casual and innocent as if he was about to tell a really good joke. "First plane crash?"

At first, Claire didn't know whether to take him seriously or not. Her lips burst with the pressure of holding in a smile and she rolled her eyes, a giggle just emerging from her cracked lips.

"What gave it away?" She asked sarcastically.

"Ah, you can always spot the newbies." He replied with a grin. Claire smiled but didn't reply, lost in her own thoughts. They mostly orientated around her mother and her unborn baby. She was scared, terrified in fact. Somehow, without even trying, this young man she was sitting with had made her feel slightly less panicky and the next words out of his mouth convinced her that he was good, kind even.

"We're gonna be ok, you know?" His face was serious and yet there was an element of childish innocence on his face, as if he was a child entering the big world for the first time. In a way, Claire could empathise with that description perfectly.

"Are we?" She asked, not callously but simply curiously. Would they be ok? She was normally so optimistic but life had changed her.

"We're alive," the man truthfully pointed out. "We're on a beautiful island. We'll sleep under the stars and then the helicopters will come and take us all home." He smiled so beautifully that Claire fell under his spell and was convinced he was right. He had to be.

"Thanks." She smiled gratefully at him. He nodded and then extended a hand towards her, introducing himself as Charlie. "I'm Claire." She replied, laughing at his mock-polite face. She could really grow to like him, of that she was certain.

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Later that night, just as the stars were at their most beautiful, Claire took a walk. She was in sight of the others, just like Kate had ordered but she felt calmer being away from everybody. She dipped her feet into the ocean and at first shivered as the temperature of the water reached her brain.

"I have a dream," she began to sing again, finding that it helped calm her down. "A fantasy. To help me through reality."

She was unaware that the detached figure of Sawyer was watching her. Just watching, not leering or fantasizing about her because she was blonde. He wondered what kind of person sung to themselves, especially after a plane crash. Someone on medication, perhaps? Sawyer skulked in the shadows, noticing how everyone else had seemed to retire to bed. His caramel blonde hair, usually a darker colour out of the sun, drifted across his face with the evening breeze. Because he couldn't sleep (and didn't really want to either) he elected to light up a cigarette and he inhaled it deeply, relaxing as the chemicals that made up this tiny and utterly addictive thing kicked into gear.

"And my destination," Claire suddenly flung up her arms and ran into the water. "Makes it worth the while. Pushing through the darkness, still another mile." She breathed the salty air, secretly yearning for a romance. It didn't have to be anything big, just a fling would do. A deep, meaningful relationship would only add to her burden. It seemed an odd dream to have, considering she had only just crashed here. Wouldn't the obvious wish be for rescue helicopters to come?

"I believe in angels," she sung quietly. "Something good in everything I see. I believe in angels." Or did she? Lately, the idea or fantasy of having a guardian angel had lost all its appeal to her. "When I know the time is right for me, I'll cross the stream."

"I have a dream." She sighed. Her eyes filled with tears and she prayed for her mum. A mum who she missed and doted on.

Sawyer regarded the younger girl cautiously, wondering what planet she resided on. He shook his head and decided it wasn't his damn business to stick his nose into. He stubbed out his cigarette on a spare bit of fuselage and stalked off.

Claire, meanwhile, had wandered over to a now sleeping Kate. She smiled at her best friend and then, struggling slightly, managed to lie down. She sighed with the ocean, wishing that she could have a happy life. Somehow, being a single mom-to-be was hardly the life that millions aspired to have. Tossing and turning, Claire decided that, however long they were sentenced to be on this island for, she was going to find someone. She was going to have the perfect summer romance, no matter what. She was very idealistic, believing in what she dreamed and what the stars revealed. This could arguably be a flaw but she chose to twist it, putting a positive slant on it.

The next morning dawned reasonably bright and early and yet she woke up with an incredible amount of backache. It was to be expected, however, because she found out that she'd rolled over in the night and ended up slumped across a suitcase. She sat up crossly and rubbed her aching back, wondering why she would lean on her own suitcase...Oh. The truth came flooding back to her and she pushed the suitcase away from her with a squeal, as if it was contagious.

"Morning." Kate, to her consternation, was already up. "Want some water?" She handed Claire a bottle of water, which was slightly warm but, hell, Claire certainly wasn't fussy. She drank greedily and felt relieved to have been quenched of her nagging thirst.

"Hey," she smiled. "Thanks for getting me water. W-what's going on?" She was helped up to her feet by her friend and looked around. Charlie, the kind stranger who'd talked to her last night, was gathering bits of wood and occasionally stopping to write something on his hand. Some other people were sorting out luggage, including a young man with a mop of brown hair and a baby face which was crinkled in concentration. They somehow entangled their tasks, ending up sitting together in a circle and chatting together as if they'd known each other for years.

"Some of us offered to look through the luggage, see if there was anything usual." Kate listed off. "Jack and me are going to look for the cockpit, see if we can find the black box. Will you be ok?"

"Of course, I'm fine." Claire replied dismissively. "All I'm going to end up doing, as we both know, is sitting around waiting for someone to offer to pick me up. That is unless I refuse to sit down in the first place." Both women laughed, envisioning it. Claire was a stubborn woman, they both knew that. She scorned chivalry, unless she knew the person, detested false politeness and loathed someone who had the need to help her just because she was pregnant.

"I'll be back before you know it. Promise." Kate kissed her friend on the cheek. She brushed past her lightly and made her way over to Jack, who was crouching amongst some of the others, no doubt informing them of his plan. Claire's eyes scrutinised the group, which seemed to consist of a large (and she meant large) man with curly hair, Charlie, a blonde, stick thin woman alongside the baby-faced man she'd observed earlier and a black man alongside his son. At one point, Charlie spoke directly to Jack, frowning at something he said and getting to his feet with an air of annoyance.

Claire decided her feet couldn't possibly withstand her weight anymore and decided to find some shade to share. She waddled over to a makeshift tent and peeked inside. She promptly backed out when she saw a Korean couple lying close together. Flushed with embarrassment, she decided just to sit under a tree. The heat was making her agitated, not to mention cross.

"Here, let me help you sit down." Someone, a voice she didn't recognise, walked over to her. He was pleasant, polite and had a trustworthy face. Those were the first things she noted. He had an aura of toughness, contradicted by his warm, genuine smile.

"Thanks." She said gratefully, feeling so much more refreshed and relaxed. "I know there are better things you'd rather be doing than taking care of a pregnant lady who can barely stand anymore."

He laughed pleasantly and retorted, "What? Better things to do on a deserted island? Yeah, right."

"I didn't see you during the crash." She observed and, it may just have been her imagination, she thought she saw him tense up a little. "Then again, I didn't see a lot of people over this enormous stomach." She added and then he relaxed, quietly laughing at her joke.

"I'm Ethan." He introduced himself. Claire, likewise, introduced herself. They then sat down together in a quiet but companionable silence.

"Wow. I know we're supposed to be frantic and desperate and all that, but this island is beautiful." She murmured, smiling to herself in an absent-minded way.

"Couldn't agree with you more," Ethan nodded. "It's really something." He sighed, with an undercurrent of deep regret to his tone but Claire was too focused on the fact that one, two, three members of their camp were trekking off into the heart of the jungle. No longer was it just Jack and Kate but Charlie as well. She didn't know how she felt about that but she realised that she didn't like it. Jack and Kate, from what she knew already, could take care of themselves but Charlie...she wasn't sure.

"You ok?" Ethan rubbed her shoulder sympathetically. "I can get you some water if you'd like...?"

"No, I'm fine." She replied quickly, hating the idea of her being a burden on everyone else.

"Ok." He raised his hands in surrender, pushing himself to his feet. "Just...stay safe, Claire." He proceeded to walk off, leaving her staring after him with a mixture of confusion and suspicion in her eyes. What a weird thing to say, stay safe. She could understood if he'd chosen the phrase take care or look after yourself but stay safe? What possible dangers could there be on such a beautiful island?

The sun quickly rolled into the sky and then, bizarrely, disappeared. Rain clouds the size of meadows stretched across the sky, though the temperature still remained at a humid level. Then, without warning, they exploded, unleashing huge, thick raindrops upon the world. She struggled to get to her feet but, to her delight, managed it single-handedly. A woman, whose name she didn't know, grabbed hold of her hand and pulled her under the fuselage along with several other people. She shivered with apprehension, which grew as soon as the first terrifying sounds of a new and unidentifiable creature shook the island. It sounded like a car crusher, mixed in with the howls of a terrifying beast and the annoying whine of a fire alarm. Claire's shrewd eyes also noticed that several trees collapsed on themselves.

"Did anybody see that?" She called, filled with terror. Her mind went back to the earlier conversation with Ethan and wondered if he knew about it. She shrugged off this absurd feeling and noticed that people were nodding in response to her question.

"This is...weird." The large guy, who she later recalled was Hurley, mumbled.

Claire suddenly reeled in horror, remembering that Kate, Jack and Charlie were still out there. Tears filled her eyes as she imagined the worst. Whatever that thing was, it was capable of crushing trees and so, to that effect, crushing people wouldn't exactly be an obstacle.

"Jack and those other two are out there still." Somebody muttered. Oh, Claire hadn't been the only one to have noticed. She didn't know whether this revelation made her feel relieved or more scared.

"Yeah, do you think they're still alive?" Somebody else offered.

Once the sound had stopped, along with the rain, Claire stumbled out of the fuselage shelter, not wanting to hear anymore. She tried to feel brave and optimistic but images of Kate's face covered in blood kept rising to the surface. Angrily, she shook it off and tried to hold on to that one precious dream she had.

"I have a dream," she sung quietly, with a hint of anger. "A song to sing, to help me cope with anything." The question remained: did the word anything necessarily incorporate the idea that her best friend could've been digested by an indescribable beast? Decidedly not, yet she felt waves of calm flood her body the more she sung. A summer romance, even though it seemed to be an inappropriate topic for thought at the moment, seemed to be every woman's fantasy. One man, one woman. Two friends and perhaps two lovers. This thought carried her through the rest of the evening and, when she settled down to a weary sleep, it carried through to her dreams.

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Kate, meanwhile, had had the worst experience of her life. Somehow, being chased through the jungle in the dead of night wasn't her cup of tea and, thanks to the evil being (or whatever it was) in the jungle, she'd lost Jack. It was all spinning out of control and any normal woman would've panicked and collapsed by now but, thanks to Jack's calming 'count-to-five' method, she'd managed to prevent herself from having a nervous breakdown.

"JAAACK!" She called again and again, followed by her new companion Charlie. To her, he wasn't anything special but she did find it adorable how like a child he seemed to be. He was excited when she'd heard of his band and even more thrilled when she told him that she'd met her best friend at one of his concerts. She smiled now, even through the terror, at the memory.

"Kate, maybe we should-" Charlie began nervously but she ignored him. She continued calling Jack's name and quickened her pace so that her companion had to literally run to catch her up.

The darkness was very frightening, not to mention freezing. Charlie clutched the sleeves of his hoodie and started vigorously rubbing his arms to keep himself warm. Kate, being a tough woman, endured it with a grimace and the occasional shiver. The jungle at night was like a scene from a horror movie and the silence definitely did not help.

"Wait. Look at this." Kate suddenly bent down to pick up something. It was a shiny, silver badge with two wings making up the shape. Charlie glanced at it curiously and their heads nearly knocked together as they tried to figure out where it came from.

"It was the pilot's." A familiar voice explained. Both of them whipped around, Kate's face filled with obvious relief. She bounded up to Jack like a faithful puppy and smiled at him, asking him if he was alright. He nodded and asked after her, to which she replied that she was fine as well.

"Guys?" Charlie's ominous voice broke them out of the private bubble they had formed within a few sentences. "How does something like that happen?" He pointed upwards, his face a picture of fear and they followed his gaze upwards. The body of the pilot, who they'd witnessed being ripped out of the cockpit, was strung lifelessly across the tree and was covered in blood.

Kate's knees started shaking, Jack just stared in complete shock and Charlie turned to one side to vomit. One thing was for sure; their wait for rescue wasn't going to be easy and it certainly wasn't going to be a walk in the park. Kate's mind turned to Claire and prayed that she was faring better than herself and her two acquaintances.

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Like it? Please review *puppy dog eyes* This story was one I couldnt get out of my head and, yes I know, Ive got too many stories on the go already but I simply couldnt WAIT to post this up. This story is based on the success of my one-shot Lost-Abba Fever. Couple of things to note about this story, if you havent picked up on them already:

1) The smoke monster doesnt appear for the first time until day 2 of the crash.

2) I'm trying to keep the overall plot SIMILAR to the original lost plotline BUT some things will change. I've changed certain relationships so that I can incorporate ABBA songs into a particular category.

3) I cannot stress this enough, THIS IS BY NO MEANS A RIP-OFF OF THE MAMMA MIA MOVIE. It's NOT the same plotline, it's NOT got the same order of songs in it and I do NOT own Lost, ABBA or their songs or Mamma Mia. I merely incorporate all three into MY story.