A/N: Okay, this was just a plot bunny that attacked me yesterday, and I was up until almost midnight writing this under the covers of my bedroom with a flashlight. I may or may not continue this, depends on what people think. I have some ideas for continuing it, but sometimes it's best not to improve perfection. Anyway, here's my little story. This takes place during What Kate Did, from Hurley's POV. And I apologize for any typos; the plot bunny came with a typo fairy…o.0…Oh well…On with the show!

He was surprised when he saw her at the funeral.

He hadn't expected any of her people to come. People blamed her because of her association with Ana Lucia. And he saw how alone she looked. She was standing away from everyone else looking unwanted and almost afraid. And she had good reason. It wasn't like everyone had fallen over themselves to welcome her, and few people actually trusted her. When she, Jin, and Bernard had arrive at the camp, Hurley had watched Jin receive a hero's welcome, watched Bernard and Rose's loving reunion, and watched Libby stand there, looking out of place and uncomfortable. Bernard had introduced her to Rose, but other than that, she was treated like the outsider she was.

Hurley couldn't help wondering why he felt such pity for a woman he barely knew. He'd never even spoken to her, yet he felt this strange attachment. Perhaps it was because he knew what it felt like to be alone. After he had won the lottery, he had become a mini celebrity. People flocked to him. Girls he didn't even know asked him out. And knowing they only wanted him for the money made it much worse. And after the bad luck really set in, he was alone.

As the funeral went on, he watched her. She had cleaned up and gotten a change of clothes from someone, but no amount of scrubbing could wash away the beat up and miserable look she carried back with her. Hurley didn't know what had gone on over on the other side of the island, but whatever it was, it sure didn't look like it had been much fun.

Sayid was making his speech, and he saw her silently crying. It moved him that she would cry for the death of a woman she had never met. Maybe she was just a really sensitive person, or maybe it just reminded her of all she and her friends had gone through. Whatever it was, she was crying hard and Hurley was feeling a strong urge to go over and comfort her.

But that was silly. Hurley had never spoken to the woman, and he could hardly expect her to accept comforting from a guy like him. She was pretty good looking, and her standards were probably a lot higher than someone like him…

What was he thinking? Why did he care about her standards? It wasn't like he was romantically interested in the woman. He just felt sorry for her…didn't he?

Okay, maybe his interest went a little bit farther than pity.

The first step is admitting it, and Hurley had to admit that he had a crush. He almost laughed as he though about it. It was like back in 2nd grade, when he'd had a crush on the pretty new girl. Except now, he was a grown man and he could actually do something other than stare, daydream, and not pay attention in class.

He waited until the funeral was over. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying, yet she still looked pretty to Hurley. Beautiful, even. He watched her break away from the moving crowds and sit a little ways down on the beach, staring out at the crashing waves. She looked so distraught, and Hurley's heart broke for her. Clearly, she was a woman who had gone through a lot, on and perhaps off the island.

As he approached, he noticed that she was crying again, and wondered if it was a good idea to try and talk to her. She might feel like he was invading her privacy. After a brief moment of consideration, he decided to risk it.

"Hey, are you okay?" Hurley asked, trying to keep concern and pity as the only emotions in his voice, "I mean, I like saw you before and during the funeral and all, and I thought you looked kinda lonely,"

She looked up at him, her face a mix of pleasure and surprise. She wiped a tear away and smiled at him.

"I'm fine," She assured him in a falsely cheerful voice.

Hurley raised an eyebrow, her words so obviously a lie. But he didn't press things. Instead, he simply nodded and began to walk away.

"Wait-"

He heard her voice calling him back and he turned around. Libby heaved a sigh before speaking.

"You're right. I am lonely," She admitted, "And I'm not fine. I feel scared and guilty and unwanted, and that girl-Shannon's-funeral, made me remember all our miserable experiences on the other side of the island. And," She paused uncomfortably before continuing, "experiences prior to the island," The words came spilling out of her mouth before she even realized what she was saying.

Hurley certainly felt surprised that this woman would spill her heart out to him the first time they ever spoke.

Libby looked embarrassed.

"I can't believe I just told you all that,"

"Hey, dude, it's cool. I won't press things if you don't want me to," Hurley assured. He smiled at her, then said, "It just looked like you, y'know, needed a friend or something,"

"I do," Libby said sadly, "The way your people look at me, Bernard, and Eko… Just because Ana killed Shannon they expect us all to be bloodthirsty maniacs. They act like it's our fault," She paused for a moment and sighed, "I suppose, to some degree, it is. I should have talked to Ana, stopped her…"

"Now wait a minute. I dunno exactly what happened, but from what I've seen and heard about that Ana chick, there was probably no way you could have stopped her," Hurley told her.

"Yeah, you're probably right," She gave him a small, sad smile, "You know, I really appreciate you coming over here. It's making me feel better, talking to you,"

Hurley grinned and shrugged.

"Glad I could help,"

"Unless you're busy with other stuff, why don't you sit down for a bit?" Libby patted the spot next to her, and Hurley gladly accepted the offer.

"I'm Hugo, by the way, but you can call me Hurley,"

"Hurley, nice to meet you. I'm Libby," Even with a red and tearstained face, her smile was still pretty.

Hurley grinned to himself as he thought, well, it's a start.

A/N: In the time that it took me to type this up, I decided that more chapters will be coming. I'm creating my own back-story for Libby (or Libs, as she is nicknamed by someone in the real world). But, I won't update unless I get at least a couple reviews. Kapiche? Did I even spell that right? Good. Now read, review, enjoy!