Disclaimer: I own neither Buffy the Vampire Slayer or LOST. Buffy belongs to Joss Whedon, and LOST belongs to J.J. Abrams and Damon Lindelof. I'm just a poor college student playing around with the characters. The plot pretty much belongs to J.J. and Damon, as I'm just taking existing LOST episodes and inserting Buffy into them. A large amount of dialog is taken from the episode itself. Episode transcripts taken from twiztv.

Thanks to Dark Phoenix 13X, PrecariousPersonata, and goldenshadows for your reviews! Special thanks to PrecariousPersonata for suggesting that I turn my anonymous reviews on. I had no idea that they were turned off!

Oh, on another note, I know all of the other Losties have their little flashback stories, but I assume y'all know most of the events in Buffy's life, so I doubt I'll be doing one for her. Will just be dealing with the events that happen on the island.

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After having gotten over their shock of finding the pilot dangling from a tree, the four headed back to the beach, Buffy in the lead so that she could, secretly, make sure that nothing happened to the other three. Jack was playing with the transceiver with Charlie right on his heels, much to his annoyance. Kate brought up the rear, listening intently to Jack and Charlie's conversation.

"Anything?" asked Charlie, practically tripping over Jack's heels in order to get a better look at the transceiver.

"You keep asking if there's anything," responded Jack, clearly fed up with Charlie following him so close.

"Pardon me for appearing desperate," said Charlie sarcastically, "but before the pilot was ripped from the cockpit, he did say that no one's gonna find us unless we get that transceiver working... So, is there anything?"

"No," answered Jack, feeling slightly guilty that he had snapped at Charlie when he was obviously traumatized. Jack sped up slightly, wanting to catch up with Buffy, while Charlie and Kate started up a conversation of their own.

"Hey," greeted Buffy as Jack appeared by her side. "Any luck?" She nodded toward the transceiver in hand, but he merely shook his head.

"Nothing. All I get is static." he answered, and the two walked for a while in silence. "So, what were you doing in Australia?" Buffy turned toward him, quickly trying to piece together a plausible story.

"I was there visiting a friend," she said breezily, not elaborating any further. "You?"

"I was there getting my dad," answered Jack, a hard look appearing in his eyes. "I uh... He had just died there."

"Oh... I'm so sorry," she replied sympathetically, knowing how hard it was to loose a parent. They continued their walk to the beach in silence, each lost in their own thoughts. Stepping out of the jungle onto the beach, they could see that two men  Sayid and Sawyer  were in the middle of a fight, and the others were just standing around, unsure of what to do.

"Hey, guys, come on, man!" Michael was yelling, looking around for assistance and attempting to break the two up. "Hey!" Buffy started running toward them, watching as Sayid punched Sawyer in the stomach, and Sawyer tackled him to the sand in retaliation. Reaching them as Sawyer sat on Sayid and continued to punch him in the face, she tackled Sawyer, sending them both rolling on the sand.

"Hey!" she could hear Jack yelling, and looking up, she could see that he and Michael were each holding one of Sayid's arms in attempt to stop him from lunging at Sawyer. "Break it up!" Noticing that Sawyer had picked himself up from the ground and was now running toward Sayid, Buffy sprinted after him, grabbing his arms and pinning them behind his back, effectively cutting off his effort to get to the other man.

"Get off me, Barbie!" shouted Sawyer, struggling to get away from her.

"Calm down," she said harshly, tightening her grip on his arms, causing him to stop his movements and turn toward her in shock. He could feel the power and strength radiating off the five foot 3' woman in waves. A few feet away, Sayid was still struggling to release himself from Jack and Michael's hold.

"That's it! It's over!" she heard Michael yell, her eyes still locked with those of the man she was restraining.

"I'm sick of this redneck!" shouted Sayid, making Buffy tilt her head to the side a bit as she noticed his accent. As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Sawyer started struggling again in attempt to wrench his arms out of her grasp.

"You want some more of me, boy?" he snarled.

"Tell them!" Sayid responded, also trying to get away from those holding him back. "Tell everyone what you told me! Tell them that I crashed the plane! Go on! Tell them I made the plane crash!"

"If the shoe fits, buddy!" retorted Sawyer, breaking free of Buffy's grasp, but making no move to attack Sayid. Buffy let him be, eying him warily, ready to jump into action if another fight broke out.

"What is going on?" asked Jack, releasing Sayid when he was sure that he would not try to attack Sawyer again. Michael did the same before pulling a pair of handcuffs from his pocket and handing it to Jack.

"Look, my kid," he gestured in Walt's direction, "found these in the jungle." But before he could say anything else, he was interrupted by Sawyer.

"And this guy," Sawyer started, jerking his head in Sayid's direction, "was sitting in the back row of business class the whole flight. Never got up." Buffy noticed that Kate glanced at the handcuffs Jack was holding, but didn't think anything of it, assuming that she was simply startled that there was a prisoner on the plane. "Hands folded underneath the blanket. And for some reason... I'm just pointing this out... the guy I saw next to him didn't make it."

"Thank you so much for observing my behavior," retorted Sayid sarcastically, giving Sawyer a withering glare.

"You don't think I saw them pull you out of line before we boarded?" snarled Sawyer, striding toward the other man and forcing Buffy to restrain him, once Sayid tried to get past Michael and Jack. "Come on, bring it!"

"Stop!" Buffy heard Kate shout from somewhere behind her. Sayid turned away from the scene and walked a few feet away, throwing his hands up in exasperation, while Buffy turned toward Kate and let go of Sawyer, who simply stood there, glaring at everyone. "We found the transceiver, but it's not working. Can anybody help?"

"Yes. I might be able to," answered Sayid, walking back toward the group and stopping in front of Kate.

"Oh, great!" exclaimed Sawyer, obviously annoyed. "Perfect! Let's trust this guy!"

"Hey," started Hurley, causing everyone to turn in his direction. "We're all in this together, man. Let's treat each other with a little respect."

"Shut up, Lardo," Sawyer responded, giving Hurley a look.

"Woah!" said Hurley, obviously hurt by Sawyer's verbal attack.

"Hey! Stop it!" demanded Buffy, stepping toward Sayer and looking him square in the eye. "Enough! I'm so sick and tired of your holier-than-thou bullshit! Give it a rest!" The two continued to glare at each other for a few seconds before Sawyer turned and walked away, leaving Buffy staring after him.

"Whatever you say, Barbie," he called over his shoulder. Buffy gave Hurley a small smile and turned her attention to Boone, who had just walked up to Jack.

"You guys found the cockpit?" he asked. Jack nodded. "Any survivors?" Kate and Charlie glanced at each other quickly, while Buffy kept her face impassive, and Jack shook his head.

"It's a dual band, military spec," said Sayid, looking up from the transceiver that he was examining. "Chances are, the battery's good, but the radio is dead."

"Can you fix it?" asked Kate, walking up to him to get a better look at what he was doing.

"I need some time," he answered before giving her a smile and retreating further down the beach so that he could play around with it in silence. After watching him go, Rose, an older black woman, emerged from the group and walked over to Jack.

"Doctor, the man with the shrapnel... I-I think you should take a look at him," she said, a look of concern marring her features. With a nod, Jack headed off to tend to the injured marshal, and sparing him a last glance, Buffy headed off in the direction that Sayid had gone, leaving the rest of the group to their business. Seeing him a small ways down the beach, she walked over to him, smiling as he looked up at her.

"Mind if I..." she trailed off, gesturing to a spot next to him. At his nod, she plopped herself down on the sand, she looked over to see him fiddling with the transceiver. "I'm Buffy by the way."

"Sayid," he said, offering her a small smile. Before they could say anything else, Buffy felt a shadow block out the sun that was shining on her face and looked up to see the large man with curly brown hair looking down at her. She offered him a smile and motioned that he should sit down, which he did before turning toward Sayid, who had also looked up at his arrival.

"Chain-smoking jackass," he muttered under his breath, making Buffy giggle and Sayid smile at his comment.

"Some people have problems," he responded, putting down the transceiver in order to give Hurley his full attention.

"Some people have problems... us," Hurley continued. "Him. You're okay. I like you." He turned toward Buffy with a slight blush. "You too." She gave him a wide smile, which he easily returned before focusing his attention back on Sayid holding out his hand. "Hurley..."

"Sayid," he responded, holding out his hand as he introduced himself.

"Buffy," she offered, smiling and giving him a small wave.

"How do you know how to do all that?" asks Hurley, motioning to the transceiver still clutched in Sayid's hand.

"I was a military communications officer," he answered, once again returning to the transceiver.

"Oh, yeah? You ever see battle?" prodded Hurley, a look of interest on his face.

"I fought in the Gulf war," Sayid responded, playing with the wires inside the transceiver.

"No way!" said Hurley, obviously excited. Buffy sat by quietly, listening to their conversation and playing with the sand beneath her toes. "I got a buddy who fought over there. He was in the 104th airborne. What were you? Air Force? Army?"

"The Republican Guard," he responded, looking at Hurley, who in turn fell silent at the revelation. The three sat for a while, Sayid attempting to fix the transceiver while Buffy and Hurley made smalltalk among themselves. A while later, Hurley got up after being called away by Michael, and Buffy leaned back in the sand, enjoying the tropical atmosphere while she could. Opening her eyes when she felt someone walk up to her, she gave Kate a small smile before turning to Sayid who was still fiddling with the transceiver.

"Is it working?" asked Kate, settling down on the sand next to Buffy.

"It seems to be... except we're not picking up a signal," he answered, glancing toward the two women.

"Why do we need to pick up a signal? Aren't we trying to send one?" Buffy piped in, looking at him in confusion. Kate seemed to be wondering the same thing, as she looked at him for a response.

"Yes, but what you want to see here is little bars," he responded, pointing to the screen of the transceiver. Buffy and Kate moved closer in order to see what he was pointing at. "The bars would show the radio is getting reception. We could broadcast blind, hope that someone... maybe a ship somewhere, picks up our distress call. But that could waste the battery, which might not last that long. There is one thing we could try..."

"What?" asked Kate, as he trailed off uncertainly.

"Seeing if we can get a signal from high ground," he responded, glancing around at the surrounding mountains.

"How high?" she asked. Sayid looked behind her, eyes following the path of the mountain toward the sky, making Kate turn around in interest at what he was looking for. Buffy groaned, taking in the sharp mountain ridge, knowing that it was going to be one hell of a climb. While Kate headed off in search of Jack, Buffy pushed herself to a sitting position, grabbing her tennis shoes and putting them on.

"If you're going to trek up that mountain to find a signal, I'm coming with you," she said, as Sayid had opened his mouth to protest. Nodding his approval, the two stood up and made their way back to camp to prepare for their hike. Having grabbed a few water bottles, Buffy stuffed them in a backpack along with some other items before swinging it over shoulder and walking over to join Sayid. Smiling at Kate as she joined them, the three started heading into the jungle before someone called out to them from behind.

"Hey!" They turned to see Shannon, a young woman with shoulder-length blond hair, dressed in a short skirt and tank top, running up to them. "I'd like to come with you." Buffy looked at her attire and shrugged inwardly. Not great for mountain climbing, but hey, she'd been patrolling in worse. Boone came jogging up and grabbed her arm, attempting to pull her away from the group.

"She's not going," he said, trying to steer her away. "She doesn't want to go."

"Like hell I'm not!" she countered, wrenching her arm from his grasp. "You don't know what the hell I want to do!" The two continued to argue, causing Kate and Sayid to glance at each other and Buffy to fidget uncomfortably as she watched them. Boone turned toward them and attempted to apologize for Shannon.

"She postures and makes really bad decisions to upset her family which, at the moment, is me," he explained, obviously annoyed at her behavior.

"Shut up and stop trying to be charming," she said to Boone before turning back toward Sayid, Buffy, and Kate. "I'm coming with you."

"Um..." started Buffy, sensing a confrontation approaching by the way Kate was looking at the blond.

"I don't know if that's such a good idea..." said Kate, eying her outfit with distaste, clearly thinking that she wouldn't be able to handle herself out in the jungle.

"What are you," scoffs Shannon, looking Kate up and down. "Two years older than me? Please. And what about her?" she added, pointing at Buffy. Buffy cocked an eyebrow at her, but didn't say anything as she caught sight of Charlie walking up to the group. Shannon immediately turned toward him and he looked startled at the attention. "You're going, aren't you?"

"Yeah, are you?" he replied, loving the attention that Shannon was giving him.

"Yep," she said, giving Boone a 'try and stop me' look.

"Yeah, I'm definitely going," he said, making up his mind.

"Look," said Kate, fed up with all the arguing, "everybody can come, but we're leaving now." Without another word, she strode off toward the grove of beach trees, Buffy and Sayid glancing at each other before following after her, Shannon, Boone, and Charlie bringing up the rear. Buffy spotted Sawyer sitting on the beach alone, but he made no move to join them, so she simply turned away from him, following Kate away from the beach. However, a second later, he walked toward the group, catching Kate's eye, and the two exchanged words before all seven of them headed off into the jungle.

After making their way through the forest, they hit the mountain ridge, all agreeing that they were up to handling the climb. Grabbing tree roots for leverage as they climbed, Sayid assisted Shannon from the front and Boone assisted her from the back, making sure that she didn't fall, while Sawyer helped Kate. No one was bothering to assist Charlie, as they figured that he could handle it himself, and Buffy was so far ahead of the group that they couldn't have helped her if they wanted to. She had continued to position herself in front of the others, feeling that if something attacked them, she would be able to deal with it before it got to anyone else.

Reaching the top of the ridge, Buffy heaved herself over the ledge, collapsing in the tall grass and looking around, noticing that they had reached a grove of palm trees. She continued to lay in the grass until the other six reached the ledge, sweat trickling down her face and arms and muscles burning from the exertion. After everyone had caught their breath from the climb, Sayid and Sawyer started arguing again, while the others looked on, too tired to interfere.

"Okay, wide open space!" started Sawyer, throwing his arms out to his side and turning in a circle, indicating their location. "You should check the radio, see if we're good."

"We're not going to have any reception here," answered Sayid, still scanning their surroundings for a path that led further up the mountain.

"Just try it," said Sawyer, starting to get irritated.

"I don't want to waste the batteries." This seemed like a reasonable explanation to Buffy, but she continued to stare up at them from her position on the ground, not really in the mood to have to break up a fight.

"I'm not asking you to keep it on all day," countered Sawyer, clearly annoyed that Sayid wasn't listening to him.

"We're still blocked by the mountain," reasoned Sayid, stubbornly standing his ground.

"Just check the damn radio!" shouted Sawyer, looking like he was about ready to punch the other man out.

"If I just check, we might not have enough juice when we get to-..." However, before Buffy could get up to restrain one of them, Sayid's sentence was interrupted by the loud sound of an animal breathing. They all stilled and turned toward the direction of the sound, Buffy pushing herself up from the ground in anticipation of a fight.

"Oh, my God," muttered Shannon, coming to stand behind Boone, who in response, stepped a bit to the right so that he was completely hiding her from view of the thing that was moving toward them.

"What the hell's that?" he asked, squinting in an attempt to see the thing better.

"Something's coming," stated Kate, and Buffy looked over at her with a 'well, DUH' expression. She walked forward toward the sound, putting Kate behind her, seeing that the grass was parting as the thing ran toward them. She still couldn't see it, but she could hear it clearly, and it sounded like it was hurtling toward them.

"Uh guys... We should probably..." she trailed off, attempting to push Kate in the opposite direction. The brunette snapped to her senses and started running in the opposite direction, yelling at the others to run away. Buffy stood her ground as Charlie and Sayid follow Kate, and Boone grabbed Shannon's arm in an attempt to get her running. Like Buffy, Sawyer stayed put, simply staring in the direction that the thing is charging from. God dammit, Buffy thought, he's going to get himself killed! She rushed to his side and tugged on his arm in an attempt to get him moving, but he refused, pushing her toward the others and yelling at her to run. She could hear Kate yelling her and Sawyer's names and Shannon screaming but ignored it, fully concentrating on trying to convince Sawyer to stop being such a jackass and run.

However, when he casually pulled the gun out of his pocket and took aim at the creature, she relaxed slightly, letting him deal with it, but kept her body tense in case anything went wrong. He shoot nearly a whole clip into the white, furry creature, refusing to move as it continued to hurtle at him, causing Buffy to leap forward and tackle him to the ground before the creature skid to a stop exactly where he had been standing two seconds earlier. Getting up from the ground and offering Sawyer a hand up, the both looked at the creature in interest as it growled one last time before dying right in front of them.

"Uh..." Buffy said, looking up at Sawyer, clearly at loss of what to say. They continued to look at the bear until they felt the others come up behind them.

"That's... that's a big bear," stated Shannon, quite unnecessarily, coming to a stop next to Buffy.

"You think that's what killed the pilot?" asked Boone. Buffy, Kate, and Charlie looked at each other, all thinking the same thing, but not knowing how to tell the others. Charlie finally answered.

"No," he stated firmly, turning toward Boone. "No, this is a tiny, teeny version compared to that."

"Guys, this isn't just a bear," started Kate, shaking them all out of their thoughts. "It's a polar bear." Everyone looked at her in shock before Boone walked over to the bear, nudging it with his foot to make sure it was completely dead before bending down to examine it.

"That can't be a polar bear," he states, standing up straight and turning toward the group.

"It's a polar bear," responded Sayid, Sawyer, and Kate at the same time. They all looked at each other before looking over to Shannon, who had just started talking.

"Wait a minute," she said, looking from one person to another and back to the bear. "Polar bears don't usually live in the jungle."

"No, polar bears don't live this far south," added Sayid, stepping forward to examine the bear.

"Well, apparently this one does," Buffy snapped, slightly annoyed that these people kept trying to deny what was right in front of their faces. They all turned toward her, slightly shocked expressions on their faces. "Sorry." Sawyer was the first to recover.

"Did," he said smugly, jerking the gun toward the dead bear. "It did."

"Where did that come from," asked Kate, turning to look at Sawyer.

"Probably bear village," he answered exasperated. "How the hell would I know?"

"Not the bear..." She pointed to the gun in his hand,. "... the gun." Everyone turned toward Sawyer, and he shrugged nonchalantly, looking Kate straight in the eye.

"I got it off one of the bodies."

"One of the bodies," said Sayid, obviously skeptical of his story.

"Yeah," Sawyer answered, turning to glare at Sayid. "One of the bodies."

"People don't just carry guns on planes," said Shannon, also clearly not believing him.

"They do if they're a U.S. Marshal, sweet cheeks," he explained, sending her an appreciative glance. "There was one on the plane."

"How do you know that?" Kate interrupted, causing Buffy to tilt her head at her as a response to her defensive tone. She seemed to be the only one that noticed, the other carrying on with their conversation.

"I saw a guy lying there with an ankle holster, so I took the gun," he said, seeming somewhat proud of his accomplishment. Sayid scoffed, clearly thinking that taking a gun from a dead or wounded man was nothing to be proud of. "And guess what. I just shot a bear!"

"So, why do you think he's a Marshal?" asked Kate, failing to congratulate him for saving their lives, instead shooting him an inpatient look.

"Because he had a clip-on badge. I took that, too." He showed Kate the badge that he had pulled out of his back pocket. "Thought it was cool," he added as way of an explanation.

"I know who you are," said Sayid in a tone that made it clear that he had just realized something. "You're the prisoner."

"I'm the what?" asked Sawyer, turning toward Sayid, obviously confused.

"You found a gun on a U.S. Marshal? Yes, I believe you did. You knew where it was because you were the one he was bringing back to the states." He pointed toward Sawyer, who looked back at him as if he had no idea what he was talking about. "Those handcuffs were on you. That's how you knew there was a gun."

"Piss off," growled Sawyer, obviously ready to go another round with Sayid.

"That's who you are, you son of a bitch!" yelled Sayid, clearly thinking the same thing. Extremely annoyed at their fighting, Buffy stepped up behind Sawyer, snatching the gun out of his hand before he could say another word.

"God! Will you two give it a rest!" she shouted, causing everyone to turn in her direction. "You two are like an old married couple!" Without another word, she pushed the button at the bottom of the grip, popping out the magazine, and pulled the top out of the gun, expelling the bullet in the chamber. "There, now can you two shut up?" She gave the gun to Sawyer and the clip to Sayid, turning around to walk away from the group, but before she can take another step, Sawyer grabbed her by the arm and pulled her toward him.

"I know your type," he said, tightening his grip on her arm. Sayid started walking toward them to force Sawyer off her, but Buffy simply shook her head, indicating that she could handle it herself.

"Don't be so sure about that," she countered, glaring up at him.

"Yeah," he continued, meeting her glare head-on. "I've been with girls like you."

"I highly doubt that," she said coolly, wrenching her arm from his grasp. "No girl's exactly like me." Without so much as another glance at him, she turned toward the group, all of who were looking at her with concern. "Come on guys, we should keep moving if we want to be back before dark." She gathered her backpack and continued walking up the mountain, not bothering to check if the others were following her.

A short while later, Sayid, who was in the lead, stopped suddenly and dropped his pack to the floor, taking out the transceiver. The rest stopped behind him, and Sawyer looked at him with an expression of deep loathing.

"No, now's a good time to check the radio," he says sarcastically. "Not before, but now." They continue to argue for a few more seconds before Sayid goes completely silent.

"A bar..." he said absently before looking up and shouting excitedly. "Hey! We've got a bar!" He continued to fiddle with the transceiver while the others eagerly ran up to gather around him. Buffy chose not to, instead seating herself on a fallen log, understanding the number of people crowded around the thing wouldn't help it to work any better. "Mayday! Mayday!" he said into the radio, but it only let out a loud, high-pitched whistle.

"What's that?" asked Kate, looking up at him in confusion.

"Feedback," he answered simply, continuing to turn the knobs on the transceiver.

"Feedback from what?" she prodded eagerly. "What would do that?"

"I don't know," Sayid answered back.

"I'll tell you what would do that," scoffed Sawyer "this guy not fixing the radio. The thing doesn't even work." The others ignored him listening to the static.

"No. No, no, no, no, it's not broken," said Sayid absently, continuing to listen to the static coming from the transceiver. "We can't transmit because something else is already transmitting." The six continued to talk about the transmission, Buffy standing up to see what all the commotion was about.

"Can we listen to it?" asked Kate eagerly, obviously wondering what could be blocking the signal.

"Let me get the frequency first," replied Sayid continuing to turn the knobs. "Hold on."

"It's the rescue party!" said Charlie excitedly. "It has to be!" A woman's voice streamed from the radio, but she was speaking in French. "It's the French! The French are coming!" he continued, a huge smile on his face. "I've never been so happy to hear the French!" Charlie and Sayid laughed, clearly excited that they were getting a signal. Kate, however, was concentrated on more important matters.

"I never took French," she said, looking around at the small group. "What is she saying. Does anyone speak French?" Boone pointed to Shannon who looked very much like a deer in the headlights, trying to back away from the group.

"She does."

"No, I don't," she said, and he turned to look at her incredulously. "What?"

"What the hell are you talking about?" Boone asked. "You spent a year in Paris!"

"Yeah! Drinking, not studying!" she said, growing somewhat hysterical. Suddenly, a male voice sounded from transceiver, saying something unrecognizable in English.

"Iteration 1... 7-2-9-4-5-3-1..."

"Uh, please tell me that that's making sense to you because I'm pretty much drawing a blank..." said Buffy, turning toward Sayid for an explation.

"Oh," he said, groaning in panic. "No, no, no, no, no..." Once again, they could hear the French woman's voice as it through the air.

"'No, no, no' what?" asked Kate.

"The batteries are dying!" said Sayid frantically, gesturing toward the transceiver.

"I've heard you speak French!" Boone was once again attempting to convince Shannon to help them out. "Just listen to it!"

"I can't!" she cried, panic tinging her voice.

"Look!" shouted Buffy, coming to a halt in front of the blond. "It'd be really great if you could speak French. If you can, please, take this and tell us what she is saying." She grabbed the transceiver out of Sayid's hand and pressed it forcibly into Shannon's, giving her what she hoped was an encouraging smile.

"By iteration 1... 7-2-9-4-5-3-2..." said the male voice. Defeated, she brought the transceiver closer to her ear, concentrating on what the male voice was saying.

"It's... it's repeating," she said, looking at Buffy.

"She's right," agreed Sayid, listening carefully to the message. "It's a loop. 'Iteration.' It's a counter." Pause. "The next number will end... 5-3-3."

Sure enough, the male voice said, "By iteration 1... 7-2-9-4-5-3-3..."

"Does anyone know what the hell he's talking about?" asked Sawyer impatiently. Looking from Sayid to the transceiver.

"It's a running counter for the number of times the message is repeated," Sayid explained, pushing his hair back with his hands as he attempted the calculation. "It's roughly thirty seconds long, so... how long?"

"Don't forget to carry the one, Chief," Sawyer interrupted sarcastically, earning him a look from Buffy that he promptly ignored. Everyone except Sayid turned back to Shannon as the French woman started to speak. He was busy with the calculations.

"She's saying..." started Shannon, face screwed up in concentration. "'Please,' she's saying, 'Please help me. Please come get me." She was quiet for the rest of the message and the male voice sounded again.

"Come on," Boone urged.

"'I'm all alone now," she continued. "Um... 'On the island alone. Please, someone, come. The others... they're... they're dead. It killed them. It killed them all." They all stood there in silence, thinking about what Shannon had just told them. Oh great, thought Buffy, annoyed, I land on a freaking tropical island, but of course, it has to be the one that has things on it that kill people.

"That was good," said Boone, and Buffy offered her a small smile.

"Sixteen years," whispered Sayid, causing them all to forget the transceiver and turn toward him.

"What?" asked Sawyer, clearly having no clue what he was talking about.

"Sixteen years... and five months. That's the count." Buffy felt her heart sink and sunk to the ground, understanding what Sayid was trying to say immediately.

"What the hell are you talking about," asked Boone, obviously not getting it either.

"The iterations," Sayid responded." It's a distress call. A plea for help, a mayday. If the count is right, it's been playing over and over for sixteen years."

"Someone else... was stranded here?" Boone asked, looking around at everyone's shocked faces.

"Maybe they came for them," said Kate hopefully, not wanting to believe that the were stuck there, but Buffy was hardly paying attention, instead turning her attention to Charlie, who was looking around at the surrounding area.

"If someone came, why is it still playing?"

"Guys..." started Charlie, and everyone turned to look at him. "Where are we?"

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Well, hope y'all enjoyed the second chapter! I know Buffy's not in it that much now, but don't worry, she will be! Please drop me a review on your way out to keep the muse happy!