Disclaimer- For once we can say we own something! The characters Zephyr, Heloise, Adrien, Matt, Simon and Rose are completely our own. We're still working on owning Lost completely.

A/N- First off, this is a round robin written by .Butterfly.Butter. and LostLorenzo. It is AU and takes place roughly at the start of the second season. It is not episode related and PLEASE do not say ANY spoilers for season two, as .Butterfly.Butter. is from Mexico and the second season has not started for her yet. The name Heloise is often horribly mispronounced, so I have to put the correct pronunciation here for everyone. It is El-oh-weeze. Please read and leave a review!

The Other Others

Chapter One-The Magical Herb

Sawyer opened his eyes, he wasn't in the sea anymore and he couldn't see the boat that he, Michael and Jin had made (or rather, the remains of it), but he still had the horrible pain in his chest, he supposed the bullet still was there. Then it wasn't all a dream. Damn. Then he noticed he was in a cave, but he didn't see his two pals. Instead there was a beautiful young girl, around age 20. She was very white and thin, her eyes were as blue as the damn sea he had looked at for months, but still they were beautiful. She was sitting right next to him, holding his hand.

"Don't worry," she whispered, "You're safe now… well kind of," she giggled. She hadn't noticed that the man was awake already.

"Who are you?" Sawyer muttered, trying to sit up.

"Oh, nice to meet you too" she answered sarcastically.

"Yeah, sorry. I'm not that nice."

"I can see that. Anyway… I'm Zephyr Linkletter."

"Well then, I'm Sawyer," he introduced himself

"Now I can really say 'Glad to meet you,'" she smiled at him

Sawyer was able to see every detail of her. She had brown and curly hair, pretty red lips and the most charming face ever. Well yeah, Freckles was really beautiful too, but she had the doctor. He started to think in everyone in the island… he could call them "friends" just he didn't want them to know that…

THE GUYS!

"Hey, did you see a black man or a Korean around here?" he asked Zephyr, genuinely concerned about them. She just laughed.

"Yeah, I'm cooking them," she said, showing a spoon and a pot which were on the fire. "Want some?" Sawyer's eyes opened really huge. "Just kidding," she started and laughed once more. She was really happy. How someone trapped in that stupid island could be that happy was beyond him. "They went with my friend, Heloise, to search for a medicinal plant for your wound."

"It's a shot," he muttered

"Not anymore sweetheart, I took the bullet out." Sawyer looked really shocked to the girl, he was impressed "I'm cool, huh?"

As Heloise watched Sawyer and Zephyr smiling and talking to one another in their secluded little cave, Heloise began to realize that she was the only sane one alive. Was she the only person who saw love for what it truly was, a disease? Maybe it was too soon to call what Zephyr and Sawyer had "love", but the lusty aura of infatuation was definitely there. In fact, this very aura seemed to permeate the entire camp, which was beginning to seem a little too much like a cheesy romance novel. The setting was perfect, they always seemed to take place on a deserted island where the only people alive were the two main characters and there was the romantic backdrop of sandy beaches and the setting sun dancing on the tips of the waves. Reality, however, proved to be much less romantic. Not that Heloise bought into the idea of romance. Love was a paralyzing disease that blinds you and then forsakes you. Her camp was a good example of how love keeps you from preserving yourself. Matt was so busy drooling over Zephyr he was unable to do anything that was actually productive and Simon and Jane, while being too old to contribute much, were too preoccupied with each other that the thought of the overall well-being of the camp never entered their thought. Surviving had been left up to Zephyr and Heloise--but watching Zephyr, Heloise began to wonder if the job was now resting on her. She seemed to be the only one to realize that they couldn't spend all their time mooning over one another, they had to survive! To fish and hunt, to gather fruit and nuts, to build shelters and to keep the signal fire burning.

Heloise sighed and looked down at the herbs she had collected with Jin and Michael. How she longed for some magical plant that cured lovesickness! Because she was in a somewhat charitable mood, Heloise decided not to deliver the herbs to Sawyer quite yet. Neither Sawyer nor Zephyr looked like they wanted to be disturbed right now. Instead, she stoked up the fire and began, with their meager provisions, to prepare a dinner of sorts.

"Do you ever stop?" Came a voice from behind her. She turned to see a tall man leaning against a tree. She had seen him around camp, but less often than more, so she had given him the nickname The Elusive Shadow. But now that she saw him in the full light of day, he seemed to be an entirely different person. When she'd seen him before, it had been only the flickering fire lighting his face. He had seemed intense and dark and his eyes had scorched her when their gazes met. Now, however, he seemed more warm and friendly. She couldn't help but wonder what alarming shadows the fire had cast upon her face.

"I don't know what you mean," she answered, turning back to her work.

"What I mean is--" he said, coming to sit beside her, "I've never seen you simply stop and take a breather. You are always too busy saving everyone's lives."

"I'm only trying to survive!" Heloise responded, somewhat on the defensive. The Elusive Shadow had said the last sentence like it was a bad thing.

"I meant no offense! All I meant was that maybe it's time someone help you out," he said and took over the preparation of dinner. Heloise stood there, unsure of what to do with herself. She shifted uneasily from foot to foot. "See, you don't even know how to relax!"

How could he be so charming and insulting at the same time? It infuriated her. "I'm perfectly capable of--"

"Ugh, this isn't going well, is it? Let's start over…" he heaved a sigh, "I'm Adrien. With an E."

"Well, Adrien with an E," she said with a small smile, "I'm Heloise."

"Can I call you Elly?" he said with a flirtatious glint in his eye and crooked smile on his face.

"It's Heloise," she answered, with a somewhat frosty manner. This stranger was getting to close.

"Well," he continued, seeming to completely disregard her off-putting tone of voice, "From now on, I'm going to help you out with the running of the camp as well as teaching you how to relax."

"While I appreciate it, it's not necessary. I'm fine with how things have been going."

"Oh?" he question, raising an eyebrow. He had the uncanny ability to get inside her head and figure her out. It scared her.

"Yes," she said, trying to sound confident, but her quivering voice betrayed her. She decided to throw in a lame nod to try to strengthen what she said.

"Whatever you say…" he said in that annoying voice people use when they know that you are lying through your teeth. "Well...you know where to find me, Elly," he said, and left before she could correct him. Despite her best efforts to suppress it, a smile and blush crept over her face.

Suddenly, Heloise felt a new desperation to find this magical herb.

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