This is just the story of the lives of three 16 yearold girls who crashed on the island same as everyone else and their adventures. as it goes on their backstories unfold and you find out who they really are. some wit some drama and a lot of fun.

DISCLAIMER: We own Rue, Twinkle, Daisy and their backstories, the rest is the wonderfully people of Lost.

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Walking into one of the main rooms, Hannah stopped, dumbfounded. There were three men, men she didn't recognise, all sitting up against the wall. They were ragged and dirty and looked weak. One had dirty long blonde hair and a nasty gun shot wound in his shoulder. One had curly dark hair and dark skin and was worried about his son. The last one looked Asian, his skin stretched tightly across his cheekbones, he kept quiet, didn't know much English.

Hannah looked up and saw her group in a huddle on the other side of the room. They were talking and glancing at the strangers.

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Sawyer looked up and saw a dirty girl with thick, wild blond/brown hair. She was about sixteen, the same age as Rue and Twinkle and unfortunately, against his will, he felt a pang in his chest and he realized, regrettably that he missed them.

The girl looked furious. He could practically see the sparks shooting from her ears.
She stormed up to the rest of her group, the tail section and conversed with them in angry whispers.

He heard the girl let out an angry noise, like a cat was being strangled and stormed out of the room, throwing angry looks at the rest of her people.

What a wild little spitfire. Sawyer saw Jin was looking after the girl with some interest, then looked at Sawyer and shrugged. Michael was looking at the ground.
Hannah felt her face burning with anger, she wanted to hit someone, they had gone too far this time. She knew she wasn't supposed to be out there alone but she didn't care. She realized she probably ran to that place because it was against their precious rules.

Hannah heard footsteps behind her, she was determined to turn and look at Libby. She knew it was Libby by the way she walked. Libby had lied to her, Plain and simple. Hannah was angry her more than the others. Hannah had trusted Libby, not something she gave away lightly.

"Han I know why you're upset, I can understand completely." Libby's effort was met with silence. "But you have to understand, we kept it from you because we didn't want you to worry about what we weren't even certain about ourselves.
"So," Hannah started angrily "You weren't certain that you had three strange men in a pit?"

"We are considering leaving and moving to their camp. They are from the front section of the plane, they say that there are around forty of them. The three of them were on a raft and was destroyed which is how they washed up here." Libby started getting up "We will leave in the morning." She started to walk away but turned back to face Hannah "I am sorry Han. We probably should have told you more, we've just never done this before, ya know?"

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Hannah sneaked into the room where they were all sitting on the ground. As she closed the door quietly, all three heads snapped up to look at her. She smiled and waved. They looked at her confused.
She asked if they had seen her bag. She described it and told them about her precious ipod. Sawyer was amused by the way she could be burning fire one moment and a friendly, waveing daisy the next. Jin and Michael glanced at Sawyer who shook his head.
"Sorry, Daisy, if we had your bag I would have your ipod." He drawled. Daisy? Hannah felt disappointed.

"Ok, maybe it will turn up." She shrugged
"So what are the people like in your camp?"
"Different to each other but over all ok." Hannah nodded
"Some girls your age too." Michael added. Sawyer looked down for a moment. Hannah grinned at the prospect of company.

"Awesome. Are they cool?"
Michael glanced at Sawyer, who shrugged in a so-so kind of way, his face reflecting a uninterested look. Jin was looking from one face to the other, he was understanding quite a bit of it now. He realized what Sawyer was shrugging about, he grinned and felt like laughing out loud at the man's apparent indifferent-ness.

The next day they left early. Hannah noted with some satisfaction the dazed bewildered joy on Bernard's face as they trooped through the jungle. Sawyer seemed to be getting worse. His bullet wound was infected. They kept having to rest for his sake, he was angry and irritable but completely exhausted. She sat next to him and tried to inspect the wound while Sawyer was trying to cover it up.

"Yuk" She commented.

Sawyer glared at her "I'm Sorry my getting shot in the arm is grossing you out."

"I heard you pulled the bullet out yourself." Hannah said with some admiration
Sawyer put on his tough, ruthless, I don't care about my wellbeing voice and said.

"Well I really couldn't leave it in there now could I?"

"S'pose not" And then "What are the girls like, do you know them?"

"Yea," Gruffly. "I know 'em" He was acting indifferent again, this time Hannah saw it was an act.

"What are they like?"

Sawyer shrugged again then got up and started walking across the rock platform
Hannah followed him, asking questions, Sawyer ignored her, trying to fob her off.

The next few days became a blur.

Sawyer collapsed. A stretcher was made for him and everyone was taking turns in carrying it, he still hadn't regained consciousness for more than a couple of seconds.

The whispering started.

Cindy disappeared.

Everyone was terrified, jumpy, walking fast, then running. Hannah's mind had gone blank with fear. She didn't know where anybody else was, she didn't care, she was petrified, and the whispering.

For the rest of the journey she was completely numb to everything, the fear in her head seemed to trigger something, it just shut down, went into autopilot. She saw what was happening, answered when questioned, helped when asked but nothing registered, nothing was real.

She started to wake, her brain became hers again, She was in a room, another room in the jungle, this one was much nicer though and she was sitting with Sawyer who was in the bed. A man with very short dark hair and stubble was next to her, he was talking, was he a doctor. A woman left, she had long dark hair and worried eyes, had Hannah been completely blind to everything around her? She knew what was happening, she knew Jacks name, she knew Kate's name, but only just now was she starting to take things in, starting to care, starting to know.

"Why is he unconscious?" She asked Jack tentatively, Jack jumped and turned.

"You're talking now?"

Hannah looked at Sawyer.

"Exhaustion, and shock, the wound is infected, he has a temperature and a fever"

"Oh, ok."

She got up, went into the kitchen she had seen when she came into the room, found a cloth, ripped a side off and tied up her hair (now that she had woken she realised that her hair had become sweaty and muddy and thoroughly gross.) She wet the rest of the cloth, wrung it out and then brought it back to Sawyer's bed and started to wipe down his face with the cool damp cloth.

Jack glanced at her and gave a half smile; this strange, quiet girl seemed to care a bit about Sawyer, which was always a novelty to see. Or she just liked playing nurse, he thought. Hannah felt like a nurse, dabbing at Sawyer's forehead, she was a proud when he came round for a brief moment.

"Rue." He murmured, "Where's Twinkle?" It didn't make sense to her but his coming around was a good sign. But that was all they got out of him before he lapsed back in to unconsciousness

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"I'm bored."

"Yeah."

"I'm soooo bored."

"I know."

"No, I'm really bored."

"Yes Twinks me too!"

Rue sighed in frustration and gazed out at the horizon, squinting slightly from the sun, while Twinkle picked up the same handful of sand for the 15 thousandth time and ran it through her fingers. Rue was tall with long , light brown bedraggled hair and very large sky blue eyes. Twinkle was more petit with bright red, wavey hair and freakles flickering across her cheeks. Rue and Twinkle were their welcome nicknames. To rest of the world Rue was known as Francesca and Twinkle as Michelle. They had put these names down to their lives before the island. And mostly rather let them be.

"Nothing has shown up in the ten seconds since you last looked, Rue"

"I know," Rue admitted sadly, "but surely someone's picked them up by now?" She finished somewhat uncertainly.

Silence fell between the two friends, both sensing the other's thoughts.

It was a beautiful day, the kind on which they would normally be out picking fruit with Kate or swimming with Walt or singing songs with Charlie or setting up a dating service with Hurley or helping out in the garden with Sun. However there was a sense of gloom in the atmosphere and neither girl felt compelled to do very much at all besides, everyone was more or less off doing there own thing. Kate was playing golf with Jack in the high country, Walt was off on the raft, Charlie was arguing with Claire, Hurley... well ... god knew where he was and Sun was also looking miserable with the absence of Jin. It was the kind of day when it felt best to just to feel miserable.

Rue and Twinkle, however, were never alone. They were inseparable, therefore they couldn't get much more alone than they were now.

"Hey I know!" Piped in Twinkle, sitting forward eagerly. "Lets go find Arnzt. He's always more or less entertaining. I'm sure we're not quite out of practical jokes yet." She began to giggle violently. "Remember when we put that dead lizard in his undies!" Twinkle was rolling around in hysterics now as the tears rolled down her face in a happy memory.

"Arnzt is dead, Twinkle." Rue said quietly.

"Oh yeah, um ...oh ... I uh..." Between heavy panting for breath. "That was stupid of me." She said calming down again. "Sorry." She finished somewhat lamely.

Rue let escape a small giggle before stopping abruptly, realising how inappropriate the situation was. Silence fell again. Just the sound of waves and Claire's pretty voice could be heard singing Aaron to sleep.

"I miss him." Twinkle blurted out and immediately cast her eyes down, looking embarrassed as though the statement had slipped out before she could stop it.

Rue turned to face her with a confused expression.

"Arnzt?"

"Sawyer."

Rue turned back to the ocean.

"Me too Twinks."

The crunch of boots on leaves told of the arrival of Kate. Something was wrong. She looked frightened, upset and was covered in sweat, she'd evidently been in a hell of a hurry to get there.

"You two." She panted. "You had better... come …with me."

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As the flight attendant leant over to pass Francesca a cup of juice Shell had the sudden spasm to whip her hand up, which coincidently knocked the juice out of the woman's hand and split it entirely over Francesca. The woman quickly apologised and went to get some serviettes.

"Oh my god. Hate to be a bitch Shell!" Francesca said while unintentionally flicking the droplets of juice on the blond, longhaired southern man sitting in between them.

"That's not good Fran," Said Shell in mock sympathy. "I've heard self hate is terrible for your health. Might want to take it easy, do some yoga." She accentuated the last word with an extra touch of mockery. Francesca tried to jump across the seat to hit Shell but two things were in her way, the man who seemed to be developing a slight twitch the longer he stayed between them and her seat belt. When she realised this she exhaled with furry.

"As soon as this plane lands you are dead."

"Oh great 16 hours of death threats can't wait."

"Well what do you think of a murder, suicide scenario?"

"Works for me."

"Deal." The woman came back with the serviettes and handed them to Fran. She started to walk back up the isle but the man called for her to come back rather franticly for such a big guy. She had already walked through the divider so he quickly stood up and awkwardly shoved past the red head and left her and the psychotic one to annihilate each other.

"Ma'am, ma'am!" He called out from behind her in his southern drawl as he strode though the dividers to first class. "Hay ma'am." He almost shouted. The woman quickly turned and came to meet him.

"My name is Cindy sir, could you please go back to your seat and I will come and assist you." She said rationally gesturing to behind him.

"That's my problem Lu Who, I need another seat."

"Sir we're completely booked I can't-,"

"You're not getting the gist of what I am saying. I can't be stuck for another 16 hours in between the psychotic Heathers." He looked almost pleadingly at her.

"Look I am sorry sir but it is impossible to move you, but if you go back to your seat I will send you any alcoholic drink you can think of and I will patrol your isle especially for ground control." The man walked back to his seat feeling slightly patronized but figuring that there was really nothing more he could ask for. The first thing he saw was a packet of peanuts dumped in the girl's red hair while the other one was wriggling around like crazy with what looked like cubes of ice down her shirt.

"Oh my god a plan crash would be so good right now!"

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Kate came back, hurrying forward with another bottle, Hannah glanced behind her and saw two girls, both were standing stock still, staring, eyes wide with their pale faces scared and unhappy

"What's...um?" The girl with the wavy red hair asked.

"He's been shot in the arm and it's infected. He's suffering from shock and exhaustion." Jack said briefly.

"I'm Hannah." She offered. They just stared at her.

"I was in the crash." They glanced at each other.

"In the tail section." She continued hopefully, a metaphorical light bulb flickered over both their heads. The girl went back to dabbing Sawyer's head.

Rue and Twinkle had an over whelming feeling of vertigo. He was just lying there, half dead with glugs of alcohol drying on his arm and a girl dabbing his forehead.
She had thick hair that was tied up with a piece of cloth and had dirt smeared on her clothes and face.

Latter that day when everyone else had left the hatch except for Jack who was in the other room to attend to the button, the girl who was still sitting by Sawyer and Rue and Twinkle still standing in awe. It was then that they approached the bed. Rue spoke first.

"Hay Macho man." She said quietly. A few tears started to roll down her cheeks "We told you before, if someone has a gun shut your mouth and bat your eyes." He didn't stir. It was eerie and strange and he did not look like Sawyer. He was stiff with pain and he looked weary. More than anything Rue and Twinkle just wanted to hear him insult them, give a quick one liner and maybe an impression of Jack. But it didn't come. Twinkle still stark white addressed the Hannah girl.

"Did you find him like this?" Hannah looked up and shook her head. These must have been the two girls her age. By the way they were looking at Sawyer she kind of understood the amused faces of Jin and Michael when Sawyer was asked if he knew them

"No. We found all three of them on the beach and threw them into a pit. Not that I knew about it, I'm kind of left on the edge of all things interesting." The girls nodded in empathetic understanding. "He was already in a bad way, ya know pulling the bullet out his arm himself and all."

"He what? Oh my god when he regains consciousness I am going to hit him over the head so hard." Rue exasperated. Twinkle pulled Rue back down to kneeling position and prompted Hannah to continue.

"Well by the time we started to walk back his arm was already infected and he just got to a point when he collapsed.

"Bet he was an arse hole to be around before he went." Said Twinkle absent-mindedly.

"Oh you have no idea."

Rue and Twinkle looked at each other. "Yes we do." She liked the girls so far, they were pretty cool even in the face of such a depressing circumstance. They must have known each other before the crash, that kind of bond couldn't be conjured in just forty-eight days.

After a few hours dusk was approaching. Kate came in and told them that they were welcome to stay but if they wanted to leave it was going to have to be now. She was staying with Sawyer and had shift at the button. Kate looked tired and worried but there was no use asking what was wrong. She was a tough chick with a colourful past. She was not about to tell anybody anything.

"Hannah, we were wondering if you want to come sleep in our tent?" Twinkle asked quietly. A conversation such as this would usually be asked along with a song and dance number but the girls had no life in them at this point after seeing Sawyer the way he was.

"It will be a little squished tonight but we could start on renovations soon." Rue added. Hannah accepted.

That night she had trouble sleeping. Every time someone walked off to the toilet or a baby started crying she would wake up and positively jump to her feet. It was strange and foreign to her how safe everyone in this camp felt. She had not had felt safe in a long time.

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Francesca woke with a jolt as a big lump resembling Shell fell on top of her. She kicked the lump off and as she levered her self up, she felt sand under her fingers. She looked around and discovered a beach with people running around, screaming and the wreckage of a plane scattered everywhere.

She helped Shell up and grabbed the other girl's face, looking at the scratches and bruises on her face, Shell pushed her away.

"Your hands are all sandy." Francesca wiped her hands and rolled her eyes at the typicalness. They surveyed the beach, trying to figure out what to do. They heard the loudest scream and started to move towards it (maybe they could be of some help.) but the woman who was screaming was just standing there, completely intact, not even bruised just screaming in a pink mini skirt. They weighed up sorting her out or sorting out some one with a weirdly positioned, bloodied up arm, eventually they went with the arm. That girl probably needed a psychologist not physical medical help, not that they knew how to do that either.

After getting help to the arm, the girls wondered around finding people to help and finding their bearings on what exactly happened to them. As they surveyed the area, a guy ran up to them and quickly asked if either of them had a pen, neither of them did, so he sprinted over to the next person. Shell remembered the southern man sitting in-between them. She told Francesca this and they took a quick look around but they couldn't see him. This time they looked with a little more detail, the curiosity had got to them.

"What the hell is that?"

"A plane?" Shell waved her hand at Francesca's stupid answer. She followed something ear first until Francesca could here it too.

"HAY… HAY…COULD SOMEONE GET ME OUT OF HERE?"

"Hay man where coming to get you." Shell said. The man was still strapped into his seat in the fuselage. He was suspended upside down, his longish blond hair dangling down.

"Oh great the safety manual Nazis." He drawled, still upside down as Shell made her way into the dark cavern.

"Gosh how did you get your self into this mess?" She said as if talking to a toddler who has just covered him self in paint.

"Well I'm pretty sure a plane crashed Miss Spellings." He said quiet pissed off that he was in such a vulnerable state with two kids rescuing him, it was a bit more than his ego could take.

"Nah not Spellings. This is Shell and I'm Fran."

"Oh well I'm…WAITING TO BE CUT DOWN."

"Sorry for chucking that manual at you, I was aiming for her." Francesca apologized and pointed to Shell.

"Yeah you have never been a very good throw."

"Hay!" Francesca defended her self. "What about that year of base ball I did?"

"You sucked at it and hated it more, remember? The only reason why you stayed on was because you wanted the participating trophy at the end of the year."

"Dam it, your right. That game really does suck." At this the man started to yell for help again.

"Hay what are you shouting for we're already here."

"Girls this whole rescuing thing with you guys and me is not going to work. We have conflicting differences regarding the definition of the word rescue"

"Oh shush up we're getting you out." Commanded Shell. "Your seatbelt in jammed pretty bad do you have a knife?"

"Oh yeah and while you get that you may want to have a look at the machine gun they let me take on the plane." They heard some creaking noises but left it because it just added to the deafening noise of the plane crashes aftermath and everything that went with it.

They looked around for a minuet until Francesca picked up a shard of metal.

"How's this?" Shell smiled and grabbed the shard. She started sawing into the belt. Out side they could here a man shouting.

"HAY, HAY, GET HER UP, GET HER OUT OF THERE." They herd two more loud cracks and a retching as the wing started to give way.

"Guys we've gotta get out of here!" Francesca said starting to shake as the surface they stood on rocked. Shell slit through to belt and the man plummeted to the floor. He knew there was no time and with out thinking he got up grabbed both the girls around the waist and ran them out of the wreckage. He kept going until a huge explosion bowled them over. The three of them smashed into the sand in a heap. He got up and gave the girls a hand. He looked at them and then started to walk away.

"Hay thanks for the lift…um…?" Francesca asked. He answered his name.

"Sawyer and don't mention it. Oh and thanks for the saven' thing…um?"

"Fran Nolan and Shell Star and we will mention that all the time." Stated Shell.

"Sure you will Twinkle toes."

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The next couple of days were a depressing blur of images and talk based around the death of Shannon and the life of Sawyer. It was getting a little too hard handle. The tension of not being able to do anything was getting to them. The girls were now pretty close to Hannah, but she had only heard the legends of the bubbly twosome. All she knew were two seriously worried girls who wanted to know their friend was safe.

Twinkle and Rue were taking the now daily walk through jungle to the hatch. That morning had been Shannon's funeral and the rest of the day had been spent trying to analyses what had happened. The whole event was still not crystal in their minds and neither of them knew exactly how they felt or how to react.

Hannah was with Ana Lucia who had been working on her tent as the funeral was going on. She beat all her feeling into a rock which was plowing a post into the ground. Ana said she didn't need Hannah there but she stayed anyway. What she had done was an accident. Ana was protecting her people; it was something she should not have to suffer for.

When the two girls entered the hatch and strode through the eerie corridor they were already in a doomed mood but their breath was caught in their throat as they entered a room with an empty bed.

Just being at a funeral it was kind of hard not to jump to conclusions. Twinkle could already see Jack kneeling down to them trying to use his awful bedside manner to the best of his ability. Twinkle's eyes were welling with tears and Rue's face was stark white until they heard a gravely voice from behind them.

"I've been conscious for a few hours and my groupies turn up now?" The girls spun around and there stood sawyer, probed up by Kate, looking dirty, unshaven, scruffy and alive. It took a second to register but when it did they charged at him. He was engulfed in two vicious hugs. He winced at the pain to his shoulder but abstained from complaining just enough time to make sure that these were his girls and to appreciated that they were with him now and that he could stop worrying. When he had gone on the raft he didn't think that he would give the girls that much of a second thought but he did. Ok, now he could complain.

"Hay steady on there I'm the walking wounded ain't I Freckles?" Kate rolled her eyes but couldn't seem to wipe the grin off her face.

"Yeah. Girls if you help me get him to the bed you can do what you want with him."

"Except for shoot me." Sawyer added. "I'm still getting over a pervious incident incase you hadn't noticed." He was lapping up the attention. They got him to the bed and Rue and Twinkle pulled up chairs while Kate grabbed a drink from the kitchen.

"You got shot." Twinkle pointed out.

"Nice observation Stardust." Sawyer comment, leaning back.

"Michael told us that not only did you take the bullet out your self but you enjoyed the idea of jumping from one piece of wreckage to the other in shark infested waters. You're an idiot." Rue concluded.

"She's right you know," Twinkle continued. "You've been off for weeks playing Jack Sparrow while we have been sitting on a beach assuming you were being a lazy arse like usual. Oh my god, are you proactive now? A proactive Sawyer does that even work?" She asked Rue.

"It goes against all previously devised laws. Don't go changing Sawyer." At this the two girls broke into song.

"Don't go changing to please me," Sawyer's face screwed up at this sing-a-long from the girls. One of his, you wouldn't say dislikes, more detests of the girl's customs.

"You two breaking out into song every five seconds hasn't happened to just fade away?" Kate walked in and answered.

"These girls could be on the Titanic as its going down and find an appropriate song to sing, one week is not going to change that." The girls immediately broke out into the Titanic song by Celin Deion.

He shrugged as if to say it was worth a try. "So what's been going on? I missed the last few episodes of Survivor."

"Arnzt was moving dynamite to open the hatch," Said Rue edgily but Twinkle continued earnestly.

"And he blew up!"

"Blew up?"

"Yeah as in little pieces of him few through the air and according to Hurley, Jack had a little spot of Arnzt on him for like a half an hour." Twinkle was like a little kid talking about candy. Kate looked horrified.

"Michelle! A man died it wasn't a fire works display!"

"Well it kinda was."

"Shell!"

"Sorry."

While Kate and Twinkle had a discussion about the circumstances in which Dr Arnzt met his fate Rue turned to Sawyer.

"Hay guess what? We opened the hatch." Sawyer smirked at her sarcasm and played along.

"Oh really, what's inside?"

"Swedish models and beer." She said with a straight face.

"Oh come on Rue that is just cruel. Playing off my hopes and dreams like that."

"Hay you taught me well."

Hannah walked into the room. She was a little apprehensive about approaching the scene. She was an outsider infiltrating a reunion, she didn't know what to do.

"Hay Hannah. This is Sawyer, I'm sure you've been insulted by him before." Quipped Twinkle.

"Yo, Daisy. I'm sure you've been tortured by the singing styles of Rue and Twinkle before."

"Rue and Twinkle?" They were the names that he had muttered before. This makes sense now.

"Yeah the wannabe Olson twins."

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Francesca and Twinkle, as Shell began to be called, were sorting out the contents of the luggage from the plane wreckage, an assignment that that Kate woman had got them on to. It was a welcome change from sitting around bodies. They had designated piles for clothes, toiletries, medical supplies and electrical equipment as well as a pile of books, tampons, jewelry and any other items that they deemed useless for anyone else other than themselves. Sawyer trundled up to them and lounged up against a large unidentifiable piece of metal.

"Good hall?"

"Hands off, we saw you looting that stuff out of the plane wreckage yesterday." Francesca said.

" Yeah, we aren't robbers."

"Then what's that little old stash sitting behind you Twinkle?"

"That's our…um… miscellaneous pile."

"Ah ha sure. Well I just came by to have a look, oh and give you this. He held out a little key ring, one that you would find at any souvenir shop in an Australian airport, of a little kangaroo with boxing gloves.

"What's this for?" Francesca asked suspiciously as she received the gift.

"Found it and thought if anyone should have it, the girl who gave me a dam bruised rib on that plane should. A boxing kanga should be your mascot or something, Rue."

"You recon we ride kangaroo's to school don't ya?" She said attaching the key ring to her belt buckle.

"And have Koala's as pets." Twinkle added

"And I have to say that I have never cooked shrimp on the barbie before."

"Dam I didn't know Rue and Twinkle were the Aussie police. I gave it to you cause I just wanted to know what you two were fighting about seeing as soon as we crashed you both suddenly became an extention of the Brady Bunch." The girls looked at each other awkwardly.

"We had a problem with…communication."

"Yeah certain pieces information was never quite expressed." When Sawyer left they turned to each other.

"Rue?"

"Twinkle?"

"I like them."

"Yeah they sound like super hero names. Rue and Twinkle, to the rescue!"

"Rue and Twinkle saved the island once again from the creepy thing that pushes down the trees, what would you like to say about it Twinkle?" Rue asked in her in her best impersonation of a New York Journalist.

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The girls had left the hatch. The sounds of the chattering teenagers laying everything out for Sawyer and laughing at the remembrance of times past was now gone and all that was left was a calming song on the record player which seemed to weave its way into every corner of the hatch.

Kate walked over to the bunk bed and handed Sawyer a glass of water. He propped himself up on his good arm to take a sip.

"They missed you, ya know? The quietest time we've ever had on this island. They were just silent. There wasn't much you could do to get them to talk."

"Funny because it doesn't seem to matter what I do I can't get them to shut up."

"Hannah's gotten close to them. It's only been a few days but she's just about completely moved in. Now we have three girls." Sawyer looked at her and cracked a grin.

"We? I knew we were friend's Freckles but kids? Give me time."

"Keep it in your pants Sawyer."

"Hay you brought it up."

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He was currently in a deep sleep, which Jack had warned he was not to be coxed out of, which the girls took as a challenge.

They were tempting Sawyer to wake up. He was going to make it, which was a huge load of their minds but they still didn't have their neighbor back, most of the time he was asleep, which was incredibly aggravating to the girls who were desperate for their island normalcy.

Twinkle put ice cubes down his shirt. Rue made an orange juice, with vodka and stuffed in front of his nose. Finally Hannah painted his face with toothpaste all to no avail.
It didn't all come to nothing, because they managed to talk Kate into having some orange juice and were rewarded with one of Jack's rare smiles of gratitude when he came in to see Kate with a huge mouthful of vodka filled orange juice, looking a little less pale and exhausted than before. They also got a lecture from Jack on how trying to wake Sawyer was just being counter productive.

Twinkle was the one to suggest playing the records, which prompted Hannah's memory of her lost ipod, she explained to them and described her bag as they chose out records according to the covers and pictures purely. (They had never heard of any of the bands at all)

"Oh my god!" Rue cried, dropping a record. "That's the bag in the tree!"

"The bag in the tree!?" Cried Twinkle, clutching Rue dramatically and looking around in desperation.

"The bag in the tree!" They both wailed in harmony.

Hannah watched dumbfounded, "Uh, you have seen it then?"

"Yep." Rue seemed completely cured of her temporary madness. "Its in a tree."

Twinkle nodded. "We have been wondering for ages what's in it."

"My ipod." Offered Hannah.

"Ok, lets go get it." Rue said

"Better than listening to this crap anyway." Twinkle added. Hannah grinned and wondered whether it would still be ok. In the jungle they met with Hurley and Charlie who were sitting on a log, talking.

Rue stopped. "Are we interrupting anything?"

"Nah dude, just talking." Hurley shrugged.

"What's your name again?" Charlie asked, staring at Hannah.

"This is Geraldine." Twinkle said to Charlie, "and Geraldine, this is Charlie."
She said it with such a straight face, Charlie got up and shook Hannah's hand, smiling.

"Another baby sitter eh? Nice to actually meet you Geraldine."

"Man that's sad, that's Hannah, they've been here for a few days, don't you remember anything?"

"Oh." Charlie glanced at Twinkle, smiled at Hannah again and said. "So, nice to meet you Hannah, I assume you can baby-sit just as well as Geraldine."

"We are off the get the bag out of the tree." Said Rue.

Charlie clutched at Twinkle's arm "The bag out of the tree?!"

"Yeah, its Daisy's, or Hannah's, or Gereldine's if you prefer." Rue finished. Hannah felt as if she would never truly appreciated the front-section's sense of humour.

"I guess we'll come then." Said Hurley, getting to his feet.

"You bet we will, this is a milestone in the history of this damn island." Cried Charlie, grinning. "The bag is coming out of the tree!"

Hannah shook her head confused, Hurley grinned at her, "I don't really get it either, but after a while you stop asking why with this lot."
She smiled, and nodded at him.

"There!" Twinkle pointed dramatically to the sky. Rue, Twinkle and Charlie started some strange, clapping, slapping tribal dance around Hannah and Hurley as they looked upwards at the bag hanging in the tree, it was her's alright. Hurley gave her a boost upwards into the tree, while Rue, Twinkle and Charlie continued the tribal dance around the base of the tree.

"Be careful." Called Hurley after her. She sat on a branch and kicked off her shoes, it would be able to climb better without them. One hit Charlie in the head but he continued with the tribal dance and hardly seemed to notice.

Hannah edged her way up the tree slowly and carefully, the bark was smooth and potentially slippery so she took it really slowly, she had no intention to fall. Higher and higher. Rue stopped her tribal dance suddenly looking up at Hannah, Twinkle slamming into her back in full tribal dance and fell over her, but Rue was looking up and called.

"Daisy, don't you think your high enough now."

"Dude, she isn't just climbing a tree for fun, she is trying to get her bag."

"But still, its high right, too high, she should come down" Rue said.

Hannah kept going; eyes on the branches, occasionally looking up at the bag that was quite close now. She reached out, stretching her arm out and clasped a handle of the bag, she managed to hook her arms around it and sling it on her back as if it were a backpack.
She then half slid, half crawled back down, until, with a thump she landed on the ground.

"So, you're not afraid of heights then." Charlie joked, looking a little taken aback.

"You were really high up." Twinkle said nodding. Hannah was crouched, opening up her bag and going through it.

"Oh wow." She pulled out her ipod. "It still works!" She grinned, absolutely delighted.