Disclaimer: I don't own Lost. If I did, that'd be totally sweet!

Introduction

I could feel the music flowing through my veins. I couldn't stop it. I gave up trying long ago. So I gave in to the dance.

My feet moved in a complicated pattern none but I could accomplish. The music came faster, requiring my feet to move quicker, first in one spot, then another.

Crystal sweat dotted my body, glowing gold in the light of the fire. My breath came in ragged gasps, but I didn't stop the dance. It was impossible.

It was like this every night. The music would start, and I would dance, for the amusement of the only family I can remember. I don't know who my parents are. I have been told that I have no family, that no one wanted me. I'm sure it was true. No one found me, came looking for me. Not that I know of anyway.

I danced until midnight. Then the music stopped, and I rose from my crouched position in the sand, brushing sand off my golden dress.

I rose to return to my prison, but Karen grabbed my arm.

"Wait a moment Gypsy. I wish to speak with you, alone." Karen waited for the rest to leave, then she spoke.

"I'm sure that you are getting quite bored of providing our entertainment every night." I said nothing. It was true, of course, but I didn't dare speak it. "It's ok," Karen smiled, as if she read my mind, "I think I'd get bored of dancing every night from 8:00 to midnight for seventeen years as well, which is why Gerald and I have decided to give you a little break."

I stared at Karen as though she had lost her mind. I couldn't believe it. It was probably just a ruthless trick the dynamic duo had decided upon.

Karen smiled, "As you know, Goodwin told us about others on this island, before he got killed. When we returned to their camp, we found that they had moved. It is your task to find them again. You must go under a different name, dress as they do, and tell no one where you are from. Do you understand?"

"Yes ma'am." I replied in a soft voice.

"Good. You are to leave now."

I nodded and without another word, I stepped into the jungle, my feet leaving no tracks. I had no idea where to look, but after living with the DeGrootes for seventeen years, I knew how to track, well. So I started where I remember we attacked the first night. I was among those who had attacked, but I had been able to run before the Nigerian man had killed me too.

By the time I reached the beach where the plane had crashed, it was early morning and I was exhausted. Karen had not told me how long I had to wait, so I collapsed on the ground right where I was.

When I woke up, the sun was high, and I was disoriented. It took me a while to realize my surroundings, but when I did, I jumped to my feet at once and began scouring the ground.

The ground was trampled, but I was able to pick a clear trail, which led right back to the jungle. So, it was back to the jungle for me. Yippee.

I followed the tracks to a wall of vines. I remember Karen telling me about six science stations that had been set up all over the island. She had told me they were well hidden. I pulled aside the vines and discovered: a metal door. I opened it and stepped inside. The air had a musty, still smell inside, but I walked in and found, no one. Nothing, dead or alive.

Perplexed, I turned around and went back to scouring the ground for tracks. There! I found something. More tracks, moving out. Something must have happened.

I bent to the ground to follow them better, and saw three more tracks than there should have been. Wondering what this could possibly mean, I pressed on.

The trek across the jungle was trying and dangerous, but I didn't let myself quit. I had to prove to Karen that I wasn't just a pretty dancer.

It was very late at night when I saw light up ahead. The flickering, unmistakable light of a campfire. At last, I had found the camp…hopefully. Peering around the trees, I saw shelters and campfires. I stepped back into the shade and pulled off my billowing gold dress and buried it, deep. I couldn't risk it being found. It may lead to awkward questions.

Then, taking a deep breath, I stepped lightly onto the beach.

A/N: So, what'd you think? I have to think about MMP, and as for The Island, I'm going to take it down and revise it. It'll go up probably around the time the Princess's Daughter goes up. This was a random idea I had one day while listening to music. Please review. It makes me happy ;)