Written along with an episode, Season 2 Episode 8 (Collision). Yes, I copied the dialogue from the episode, and added my own crapola. I do not claim to own the dialogue from the episode or any of the characters other than Lizzy, so far. Please read and review, it would be much appreciated!

It's a bright, sunny day on the beach. A dog playing fetch in the water, a baby crying, people catching fish, washing their clothes, building forts out of pieces of plane… Lizzy sat by a tree, holding her knees to her chest, watching everyone go about their daily business. Since the plane had crashed she hadn't made an attempt to get to know people very well. She was the one of the youngest of them all and alone, even if twenty wasn't too, too young. Yet she was still very weary about making friends with anyone. The only people she had really talked to were Kate and Sawyer. So she just sat alone most of the day, watching everyone do things they felt were important, yet she knew that nothing she did would really matter.

She got up and started walking toward Sawyer's 'home'. As she walked she passed a lot of people, none of them seemed to notice her. They just kept going about they're things, busy, busy working, busy dying. She made it to Sawyer's hut without anyone saying a word to her.

"Hey, you. What's shaking, Stitches?" Sawyer said as she stood over him. He had been reading. The only thing he seemed to do now, besides hoard everything there was to hoard on the island.

"Nothing… Nothing at all." She sat down next to him, clutched her knees to her chest and stared off at nothing.

"You okay?"

"You ask me that every time I'm near you." She said still staring straight out at nothing.

"Yeah, and you never give me a straight answer. Look, I don't normally like to talk like this, but you're worrying me. I mean, you're too young to be acting this way."

"What way?" She finally looked at him.

"You're all depressed and shit. I mean more depressed than the rest of the crew here. And we've all been through the same thing, I think…"

"I guess I don't take to tragedy as well as the other people do."

"Damn right. And what's with all those marks on your arms, don't tell me you've been running through the forest at night, getting caught on branches."

"Oh, does it matter? We're all going to die here anyway, what does it matter if I hurt myself I little more in the process, maybe it helps me. What do you know?" She got up and turned to leave when she ran straight into Kate. "Sorry."

"It's okay," Lizzy tried to keep running away, but Kate grabbed her arm. "Hey, where are you going?" Kate pulled her hand away and looked at it, it was bloody. "Um, what is this?" She asked showing her hand to Lizzy.

"I fell." She looked at Kate, sarcastically and started to run toward the forest.

Lizzy would occasionally disappear for a few days. Of course the only people who worried were Kate and Sawyer, who didn't show too much emotion anyway.

Kate, Hurley, and Charlie were playing golf on the beach when Lizzy showed up again.

"Oh," Kate said, noticing Lizzy coming out of the forest. "Look who decides to show up again. A lot has happened since you went running." Lizzy said nothing. "Sawyer, Michael, Walt and Jin left on a boat."

"Sawyer left?"

"Yeah…" Kate looked at her and saw the worry on her face. "He'll be fine. Do you wanna play?"

"No. I'll watch." She sat down about ten feet away from the other three. She hadn't noticed but Charlie and Hurley were discussing something behind Kate.

"Her name is Lizzy, she's been here since the plane crashed, she is not one of the others." Apparently Kate had heard what they were discussing. Lizzy shook her head and laughed. They continued they're game.

"Past the hanging tree, double or nothing." Hurley said staring out into the forest.

"You sure?" Kate asked, surprised.

"Dude, double or nothing, there's no way you're hitting it that far." Kate just looked at Hurley in disbelief.

"Hurley, the woman's on bloody steroids." Charlie said, hand above his brow, also staring out into the forest.

"Double's ten thousand bucks," Kate got ready to hit the ball and winked at Lizzy who was just sitting there laughing at them all.

"That's nothing to someone who's worth a hundred and fifty million dollars." Charlie looked at Kate, "He'll build you your own course, if you'd like." He looked at Hurley.

"What's he talking about?" Kate asked, both her and Lizzy were totally lost.

"Ignore him, he's an idiot." Hurley said changing the subject. Kate swung the golf club, almost hitting Hurley in the head. Charlie cheered.

"Crap!" Hurley said as Kate made the ball passed the hanging tree. Lizzy clapped.

"You hooked it." Jack walked in from nowhere. "Try keeping you're left arm straight." All four of them stared at Jack. Charlie and Hurley exchanged a laugh.

"You're giving me tips?" Kate walked toward Jack, she looked at Lizzy and winked again.

"Kate. I'm… I'm a doctor."

"Obviously." Lizzy said as a mumble.

"I see you're tag-along is back." Jack finally noticed Lizzy sitting only about three feet away from him. She smiled sarcastically at him, rolling her eyes.

"So you think you could do better?" Kate asked, changing the subject and challenging him at the same time. Jack laughed.

"Anyone can hit a ball. That's, that's not golf."

"And what's golf?"

"Golf is accuracy."

"Oh joy another speech." Lizzy had gotten up and moved toward Charlie and Hurley.

"I like this one." Charlie said as he put his arm around her.

"Thanks," she looked at him weirdly. They listened in on Jack and Kate's conversation again.

"Well, why don't we play a few holes and see which one of us is more accurate?" Kate asked Jack.

"Ouch, that's a burn." Lizzy said a little louder so Jack could hear.

"Ooh, fighting talk." Charlie chimed in. They all laughed to themselves.

Jack gave them all a look. "You're kidding, right?"

"Three holes," Kate shook her head. "No handicap. We play for bragging rights." Charlie, Lizzy and Hurley laughed. "What are we waiting for?" She smiled and turned to walk away, Jack followed. Charlie, Hurley and Lizzy looked pleased.

They walked into the open space where the golf course was set up. Jack threw the tee onto the ground. Lizzy sat behind them watching.

"Does she have to go everywhere with you?" Jack said, turning and noticing she was there.

"Yes, as a matter of fact she does, have a problem with that?" She said bending down to see which way the tee was pointing.

"No…" He handed her the golf club, "Guess you're first."

"Oh, lucky me." She took it and went to get a ball.

"You know, the ladies' tee at my club back home is about ten feet closer…"

"Shut up, Jack." She put the ball on the tee. Lizzy snickered.

Kate swung and hit the ball about three feet away from the hole. Jack looked on in disbelief. She handed him the club. Lizzy smirked and bit her lip.

"Nice." Still in disbelief, Jack shook his head and went up to take his try.

"You're up." Kate walked passed him and stood next to Lizzy.

"That was good." Lizzy looked up at Kate.

"Thanks." Kate smiled down at her and ruffled her hair.

Jack went to get another ball and put it on the tee. He swung and totally missed the target.

"Wow, you really put it in there." Kate said, she and Lizzy laughed.

They all went after the ball, which happened to be in the forest on the other side of a creek.

"We have more balls," Kate said as Jack was crossing the water. "You can always just take a drop." She and Lizzy just watched him as he walked over the creek.

"I'm good." Jack said, struggling across the rocks. "Got it," he said as found the ball. Turning to tell Kate as if he were a five year old who had just pulled his own tooth out. He started to clear the ball out, throwing all the rocks out of the way, kicking the dirt out of the way, and got ready to hit it again.

"You may want to move." Jack said and he turned to see Kate and Lizzy standing in the way, they were both staring past Jack with scared expressions on their faces. Kate started to back up.

"What?" Jack saw that Kate was frightened and stopped putting. There was noise behind him; he turned to see a large, black man carrying someone on his shoulders. Jack turned and got his golf club ready to swing at the man. Lizzy noticed a certain familiarity about the person the man was carrying.

"Where is the doctor?" The man asked. They all looked at him, frightened.

"Sawyer!" Lizzy shouted and ran across the creek to the man. Jack stopped her.

"Who are you?" Jack asked the man, one hand on Lizzy, the other with the golf club, still ready to swing.

"It's Sawyer, Jack, he has Sawyer." Lizzy was trying to explain to him. Kate had come across the water and was now restraining her.

"Let's go back to the hatch." Jack said.

They went as quickly as they could back to the hatch, Kate trying to calm Lizzy the whole way. She held her hand as they walked quickly through the forest. They finally arrived at the hatch and Jack took Sawyer over his shoulder.

"I got him, I got him." Jack said as they all plowed into the hatch. Kate first, and Lizzy behind Jack, the black man bringing up the rear.

"Where we headed?" Kate asked.

"The bathroom." Kate and Jack rushed to the bathroom with Sawyer. Lizzy stopped outside, almost in tears. Locke was at the computer doing a cross word puzzle. He just stared at the two as they ran to the bathroom dragging Sawyer.

"What happened, Lizzy?" Locke asked.

"You know my name?" She just looked up at him shocked that he did actually know her name. He disregarded her and went straight to the bathroom. Kate rushed out getting supplies. Lizzy looked at her. Kate saw how upset she was and walked over to her. She calmed herself down as much as she could before she spoke to Lizzy.

"He's going to be okay." She knelt down in front of Lizzy. "Jack is going to take care of him. He's going to be okay. I promise."

"I didn't even get to say goodbye before he left…" Lizzy stared at the ground crying.

"He'll be okay, I promise. I want you to do me a favor, okay?" Lizzy looked at Kate. "Go and take all the sheets off the bed and put new ones on, okay? Will you do that for me?" Lizzy shook her head 'yes' and started on her way to the bed.

"Kate?" She turned around. Lizzy ran over to Kate and hugged her, crying.

Kate hugged Lizzy back. "He'll be okay," she pulled away and took Lizzy's face in her hands. She looked straight into her eyes. "I promise." Lizzy shook her head and ran to the bed.

The truth was Kate wasn't even sure if Sawyer was going to be okay or not. She was really trying to promise herself that he was. She was just as worried as Lizzy was, but she ran and got the supplies Jack had asked for and took them to him.

Lizzy had finished making the bed and it seemed as soon as she was done with it Jack was bringing Sawyer in.

"Lizzy move." He said with Sawyer hanging from his arm. She obeyed and sat on the ground close to the bed, but out of the way. Her hands were on her mouth and her eyes were wide. She had started to cry again. Kate followed closely behind Jack.

"Sawyer…" Lizzy whimpered. She looked up at Jack and for once she saw compassion in his eyes. She went to touch Sawyer, but was quickly deflected by Kate.

"No, Lizzy," Kate said as she grabbed her arm. "I don't think she should be in here." She told Jack.

"Then take her out." Jack said, a bit annoyed by everything going on.

"Come on Lizzy, go out there with Locke." Kate tried to pick her up off the ground.

"No, I want to stay. Please let me stay."

"Sawyer isn't conscious right now; I'll come get you when he is. Please it's for your own good." Kate had gotten her off the floor and was trying to get her out the door. Lizzy stopped struggling and just ran out of the room, out of the hatch. "Not again," Kate sighed. It wasn't worth running after her now, Lizzy was too fast and Kate needed to take care of Sawyer. So, she walked back over to Jack and started talking to him.

Lizzy went running through the forest, not caring if she was found by The Others. When she thought she was far enough away, she stopped. She sat down on a tree stub and pulled a knife out of her pocket. It was a switch blade knife. She had it since the plane crashed; she found it in someone's luggage. She held the knife in her hands and stared at it. Tears fell from her eyes. She thought to herself, 'Why do I do this to myself? …because I deserve it. Why I am even still here…? Fuck it.' She started to carve in her arm. Blood fell onto the ground. She made three, deep cuts. She closed the knife and put it in her pocket. She sat there and watched the blood fall to the ground, feeling the pain engulf her. She whispered to herself, "What's the point?" And what she wasn't expecting was an answer.

"You're right, what is the point?" But she got one anyway.