"Hello!" A voice piped up from behind her. She swung around to see a blonde rocker type man with a british accent.
"Hi!" She smiled at the man. "I'm Leila." She stuck her hand out to shake his.
"I'm Charlie! Quite a crazy situation we are in huh?"
"Ya a plane crash is kinda crazy." Leila laughed.
"Glad to see your good looks aren't hindered!" He smiled charmingly at her.
"Are you trying to flirt with me?"
"Would it be completely wrong if I was?"
She patted his cheek laughing, "Just a little."
"Well I'm going off on a dangerous hike with the doctor and another pretty lady and I just wanted to meet you in case I die a horrible death on the hike." He said nonchalantly.
"In that case." She leant forward and kissed his cheek. "That's as good as it's going to get. Now go get to your hike blondey."
"Will do!" He scampered off.
Leila spent the rest of the night helping other people and making friends. She personally was fan of Hugo aka Hurley. He's just a big teddy bear.
There were some people on this island that she wasn't too keen on getting to know. The southerner that kept to himself reading a piece of paper and smoking cigarettes was an example of that.
She sat and talked with Claire most of the time. When Jack and his friends came back she ran up to him. "Well thanks for the invitation for the hike Jack." She smiled.
"Didn't want you to get even more hurt Leila." Jack replied looking sincere.
"Hi I'm Leila." She introduced herself to the other brunette woman.
"Kate." She gave a small smile before walking forward.
"And look who it is! Blondey came back alive!" She went over to him and gave him a hug. "Looks like that kiss was a bit of a waste!" She pulled away laughing.
"Kiss?" Jack looked weirdly between the two.
"Don't get to excited mate. It was a kiss on the cheek." Charlie rolled his eyes playfully before walking away.
"Jack what did you find out there?"
"I'll tell you later." He looked behind her to see two men yelling and fighting.
Leila turned around and ran up to the fight. "Hey what's going on here?"
"YOU IGNORANT REDNECK! I'LL KILL YOU!" The Arab man yelled
"Bring it on Ali!" The southerner yelled back.
"STOP." Kate yelled stopping everyone.
"What happened?" Jack asked.
"He accused me of making the plane crash! That I am a terrorist!" The Arab man screamed out.
"Really so you're a hick and you're a racist?" Leila muttered.
"Wanna say that louder Curly?" The hick shot a glare in Leila's direction.
"He was sitting in the back with his hand under a blanket and just throwing this out there! The people next to him didn't make it!" Sawyer threw his hands in the air.
"Stop it! We found something in the cockpit! It's a transmitter! It's broken but if we can fix it maybe we can send a distress call and get off this island!" Jack yelled out.
"Perfect! So can anyone here fix it?" Leila said trying to die down the tension a little.
The Arab man spoke up after some obvious hesitation, "I can fix it."
"Perfect let's trust this guy!" The hick spoke out again.
"Relax! He's the only one being at least slightly productive!" Leila yelled at the southerner.
"What do you know about productivity Cheeks? All I see is you sitting pretty and stickin' your nose where it don't belong." He smirked.
"Sawyer, dude just leave her alone." Hurley spoke up in Leila's defense.
"Shut up Lardo!" Sawyer sneered at Hurley.
"Okay enough! Sayid is going to fix the transmitter! Meanwhile relax and try not to kill each other." Jack said before grabbing Leila's arm and turning around.
"That's right Cheeks go with the hero!" Sawyer yelled out after them.
"Leila we found the pilot in the cockpit." Jack said after taking her to a secluded area.
"Oh my gosh! Where is he? Is he okay? Is help coming?" Leila smiled big at the thought of being saved.
Jack looked at her sad but seriously, "Help is coming. Just in the wrong place. The pilot said we were completely off course by the time we crashed. They don't know we're here."
Tears welled up in eyes and she began walking away from Jack. There goes the hope.
"Leila." Jack said trying to bring her back.
She shook her head, "I just need some time to think." She ran off towards the beach.
As she walked along attempting to clear her head she saw Sayid working on the transceiver and sat down with him.
"Hey." She smiled.
"Hello. I'm sorry for the way you saw me today. Not a very good first impression." Sayid said with his thick accent.
"It's fine. Sawyer provoked you and called you some pretty horrible things. It's understandable." Leila said pulling her hair back in to a pony tail.
"You'd think by now I'd get used to being called a terrorist." He let out a low chuckle before returning his attention to the transceiver.
"You should never get used to being called a terrorist. Lord knows I haven't gotten used to it." Sayid looked at her confused. "I'm Persian."
"You mean Iranian?' He said.
"I prefer Persian." She paused and smiled, "It makes me sound like less of a terrorist."
"That would explain the look. You look American but at the same time not at all." Sayid said playing with the black device some more.
"Ya well that didn't stop people from casting me out. But I guess none of that matters anymore." Being on an island makes every other problem in the real world seem like nothing.
"I got it! It's working! We just need a signal!" Sayid said standing up happily.
"That's great! Where do we get the signal?" Leila asked standing with him.
"From up there." Sayid motioned his head up towards the highest mountain. "Ready for a hike?"