Chapter 2: A Rather Rude Awakening

Brooke woke up and immediately realized something was wrong. First of all, the bed she had woken up in was, in fact, not a bed at all, but a chair. And her ears were popping.

"Hallo! Are you awake?" a voice to Brooks' right inquired. She groaned and looked over. "Oh! Good!" The owner of the voice (which turned out to be a girl of about 20) smiled. "My name is Alex and I haven't been able to talk to anyone in hours!"

"'m Brooke," she replied rather sleepily. "Where're we?"

"I think it's an airplane." Well, that much was obvious.

"Good morning students!" said a (vaguely familiar) voice over the intercom. "Welcome to Flight 816, the only way to get to your destination. If everyone would please sit back, relax, and fasten your seatbelts, the plane will be crashing soon. Thank you and have a nice day."

"Did that voice sound familiar to you?" Brooke wondered aloud.

"Did he just say the plane will be crashing!"

"Nonsense, they wouldn't-"

It was then the plane started to shake.

When Brooke awoke for the second time that day, she didn't know exactly how long she'd been out or what had actually happened. When she did know was that she was hurt and had sand in her mouth (among other places) which she had recently decided was a very unpleasant feeling.

"Come on everyone! We don't want to be late!" That same voice from the plane yelled over the groans.

Brooke rolled over on her back and looked over at who was yelling. Although she knew he looked familiar, she was hurting in way too many places to care. Slowly getting to her feet, she started to follow everyone else to God-knows-where (but, if it had beds, she was happy). Eventually, Alex (who didn't seem half as hurt or traumatized as Brooke felt) managed to catch up to her.

"Does this place look familiar to you?" Alex asked.

Brooke, who had been watching her feet, looked up and around at the rest of her surroundings, which did, in fact, look eerily familiar…

"Holy shit! The caves!" someone in the back screamed. And then, all of a sudden, Brooke knew who the familiar voice and person was, why the plane crashed, and where they were.

"You didn't happen to fill out any odd paper work last night via a paper plane, did you, Alex?"

"You know, now that you mention it, I do remember something…"

"Alright, students! Gather 'round, gather 'round!" the voice from the plane (the Pilot) yelled above the moans and groans of those who had just suffered a rather rude awakening from a plane crash. "Welcome to the Official Fanfiction University of the Island. The reason you have all been sent here is simple; you need to write better fanfiction. Here is where you will take classes and, eventually (maybe) acquire a fanfiction license for this fandom. Now, if you will please follow me this way," as he started walking again, "I'd like to introduce you to our site coordinator, Miss Fawkes!"

Miss Fawkes was rather small, but had a glare on her face that clearly stated it would probably be a good idea not to cross her (or, at least, not in the near future). "Congratulations, you are now, officially, enrolled as a student here at OFUI. Might as well lay down and get some rest as your first day officially starts tomorrow."

"Wait!" someone in the back yelled. "You mean we have to sleep here?"

Brooke looked around at where they had stopped; it was only about ten feet away from the Caves and almost exactly where some of the characters on the show actually slept. But, above all, it did not look comfortable.

"Well," Miss Fawkes said, drawing out the last letter, "most of you seem so eager to live on the Island and partake in Island life, I thought I'd give you that chance." She turned her heel and started walking the other way. "Good night and make sure to find a nice comfortable rock as a pillow."

This was not looking like a very fun vacation…

On the other side of the trees, away from the Cave encampment (and currently home to students), the staff sat comfortably underground inside the hatch (though it had obviously been slightly expanded in places in order to fit all the staff in nicely).

"I feel like this is the start of a very long year of being chased," Charlie said as he opened a soda by the table.

"As long as you let the mini's follow you, it won't be a problem," Fawkes said as she walked in from talking to the students. "They won't hurt you."

"Yeah, says you!" Charlie shook his head. "I don't trust anything trained by Ethan. I'd rather take my chances with the hormonal teenagers. At least I know how to deal with those."

"Says you," murmured Liam.

"What was that?"

"Nothing, baby brother."

Claire shrugged. "How bad could they possibly be?"

"You have not been to the other schools." Fawkes shook her head. "I attended three of them. They form clubs just to worship people."

"You mean I get a club now?" Sawyer said as he walked in with a smile on his face. "That doesn't sound so bad."

"You say that now, but just wait…"

"You are not very good with cheering us up," Charlie said.

Fawkes shrugged. "Well, you'll be meeting all the students tomorrow, and we'll see how you like them then…"