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She had never been on the sea when it was this rough before. She felt a knot of terror inside her as she fastened the life-belt around her waist. Was this how her family had felt all those months ago? This overwhelming feeling of uncertainty and fear? Her grandfather had assured her that the life-belt was just a precaution, nothing to worry about. Everyone got into storms occasionally and they were both experienced yachtsmen. But the knot twisted tighter inside her with every wave that crashed against the side of the yacht.

The early morning sun shone over the camp as Sawyer stepped out of his tent. He stetched and took in the view. Nothing but beach and ocean, same as there always was. Except, on the rocks there was a piece of...something. It looked like it might be a piece of tarp. Something like that could be useful on an island where a water-tight shelter was one of the most precious things anyone owned. He was willing to bet practically everyone would be willing to trade for this, given the damage that last night's storm had caused. He pulled on a t-shirt and set off along the sand to check it out before anyone else.

The last thing she remembered was trying to help her grandfather secure the rudder. With only tiny glimmers of moonlight to see by, and with 20 foot waves crashing over the side of the deck, she felt his hand on hers as he tried to pull her below deck, and to relative safety. The wave that hit the boat next swept her high off the deck, and crashed her down onto the deck again which such force that she was knocked unconscious. She didn't even feel the second wave, dragging her off the yacht and into the vast expanse of ocean surrounding it. Waves thrashed around her as she floated listlessly in the dark, her life-belt reflecting the occasional light from the moon.

Sawyer strolled purposefully towards the rocks, determined to claim his find before anyone else woke up and tried to challenge him over it. But as he got nearer he saw that it wasn't a tarp at all, just some useless piece of cloth that would be no good to anybody. He was about to turn around and head back to his tent when he heard a tiny cry. He glanced around him, wondering if Claire or Charlie had taken Aaron for a morning stroll. No-one was around, the only movement was back at the camp on the beach where people were fetching water and beginning their days. He turned to walk up the beach and join them when he heard it again, clearer this time. He looked towards the rocks, and the piece of cloth. As he approached it nearer, and realised what it was he was seeing, he felt something near to panic rise in his throat. "SOMEONE GET JACK!" he yelled as he ran over the rocks.

She hurt all over. Everytime she tried to move pain shot through her shoulder. She wanted to yell for help, but she couldn't make a sound. She heard something in the distance, similar to footsteps. "HELP ME!" She screamed inside her head, but all that came out of her mouth was a tiny cry of pain. Nothing, no response. She gathered all the strength in her body and tried again. Suddenly she heard a man yelling and quick, heavy footsteps heading towards her. A blond-haired man brushed her hair away from her face and stared at her. His eyes flicked up and down over her body as she lay in front of him. People came up behind him, a dark-haired man ahead of them. He knelt beside the blond man and touched her gently on the shoulder. Pain shot through her, she screamed as it overtook her body and she sank into unconsciousness

Jack and Sawyer stared at the girl, amazed. She looked about 15 years old and was wearing a pair of white sleeveless pyjamas. A black bruise crept around her obviously dislocated left shoulder. Her brown hair was streaked with blood from the two inch long gash on her forehead. Her arms were covered in smaller bruises, cuts and scratches. Around her neck was a tiny necklace, the name 'Ellie' glinted in the sun. A crowd formed around them, they could hear whispered panic - "Is she an Other? Is she one of them?".

"We have to move her to the hatch" Jack said under his breath so that only Sawyer could hear him.

"You kiddin' Doc? She could be one of them and you're gonna take care of her?" Sawyer's response was incredulous. How could Jack even consider putting the rest of the camp in danger?

"Sawyer, look at her, she's just a kid. An injured little kid in white pyjamas. You seriously think she's one of them?" When Sawyer didn't reply Jack turned to the rest of the group, searching for Kate. She was stood mere inches behind him, straining to hear their whispered conversation. "What do you think?" he asked her.

"How badly hurt is she?" She moved nearer to the girl's unconscious body so that her voice couldn't be heard.

"I can't tell until I examine her and I can't do that on the beach. She needs to be moved to the hatch." Kate nodded in agreement. Jack gingerly slid his arms under Ellie's body and effortlessly lifted her. With Kate leading the way he set off across the beach towards the jungle and the path towards the entrance of the hatch. He heard the crowd behind him, yelling over each other to ask Sawyer who the girl was, what she was doing there, what Jack and Kate were going to do with her. Sawyer shrugged, he had no more clue to Jack's motives than the rest of them. He resignedly headed back to his tent, ignoring the indignant shouts behind him.

Mr. Eko was sitting on his bunk in the hatch, reading one of the battered novels from the bookcase. If he was at all surprised by the unexpected entrance of Kate and Jack with an injured teenage girl he showed no sign of it. He stood up and helped Jack to settle the still unconscious girl onto the bunk. Kate stood back, waiting for Jack to tell her what to do next. Eko took his book and sat in the living area of the hatch. He reopened his book but made no move to read it. He watched over the edge of it as Jack ran his hands over Ellie's shoulders, wincing as he felt her dislocated shoulder. He lightly pressed his fingers against her ribs and her pelvis; nothing felt broken. Her legs, though bruised and scratched seemed uninjured too. He knew it would be better to fix her shoulder before she gained consciousness, as the pain of having her arm pushed back into it's socket would surely make her pass out again. He glanced at Kate and gestured for her to come help him.

"I need you to hold her here..." he placed one of her hands on Ellie's collarbone, "..and here..." the other hand he placed on the girl's ribs. "You have to hold her as firmly as you can, I'm going to pull her arm into place. Ready?" He couldn't risk her waking up in the middle of this procedure. Kate hesitated for an instant, then nodded. She increased her grip on Ellie and Jack began to pull her arm away from her body. Even in her unconscious state Ellie stirred. Jack pulled harder and suddenly felt her shoulder slip into it's socket. Kate felt it too and released her grip. Jack rested Ellie's arm on her chest and checked her pulse. As he did he felt a tiny ridge running across the inside of her wrist. He turned her hand over to reveal a scar, vertical up her wrist. It was surrounded by an intricate pattern of smaller scars, all in various stages of healing. Kate held Ellie's other hand up, showing the same network of white lines decorating the inside of her arm.

She silently laid Ellie's hand beside her on the bunk and stepped away. She leaned against the wall of the hatch, staring at Jack and the girl. Jack glanced at her questioningly and stood up. He was about to ask her what was wrong when Ellie began to whimper. Her fists clenched as she dug her fingernails into the palms of her hands and clutched at the fabric of the bunk's blankets. She tossed and turned on the bunk, crying through her unconsciousness.

Jack felt Kate's body stiffen next to his and he turned towards her. She was transfixed on Ellie and had tears in her eyes. Her arms were wrapped tightly around her body as she watched the girl, silently sobbing. She turned her head slightly and looked at him. As their eyes connected, it was as if they were asking each other one question:

"What had happened to this girl?"