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Chapter 2- Lost Time

Lucy awoke with a jolt, rising much too quickly. She winced, suddenly feeling nauseous. What just happened?

"Not so fast, there. You might hurt yourself," came a kind voice from behind her.

Startled, she whipped around, now aware of her surroundings. It was a redheaded boy and his dark haired companion.

"Are you all right?" the boy asked, stepping towards her.

Looking around, she saw that she was in some sort of jungle. The sky overhead was a clear blue and the tall trees provided shade that looked so inviting in the summer-like heat.

But it couldn't be. It was only November back home.

Slowly, Lucy stood up and backed away. "I must be hallucinating. It's all a nightmare, right? You're not real," she said breathlessly, more to herself than to the boys.

The redheaded boy's expression was a cross between confusion and amusement. The dark haired one showed no emotion whatsoever.

"You're probably just shocked. The plane crashed when they sent us off, remember? That's why we're all here," he said.

She blinked. "A plane?" There hadn't been a plane. There had been a watch...

She scanned the dirt for a spec of gold, but it was no where to be found.

Lucy was stuck here.

"Oh no, oh no, oh no..." She whispered, rocking back and forth on her heels.

The boys exchanged glances and the friendlier looking one cleared his throat.

"Maybe you ought to come back to camp with us."

Swallowing, she nodded and allowed herself to be led down to the beach, her panicked mind too jumbled up for organized thought.

Good god! What had she gotten herself into?

"This is rather, erm, unexpected," said the leader.

Lucy stayed a little while away from the group, drawing pictures in the sand. Clearly, they were trying to figure out what to do with her. They must have thought she was deaf, because she could hear every single word they were saying.

"What do you reckon, Piggy?" The leader turned to the boy with glasses and a rather large stomach.

Piggy shrugged. "Well, she can't do much, that's for certain."

She jabbed the twig she had been doodling with into the ground.

The redhead who'd found her threw up his hands. "Must she do anything, Ralph?"

Ralph raised an eyebrow. "Of course, Jack! All of us must do something. How else are we to survive until they come for us?"

"There's got to be something she can do," Piggy said, scratching the back of his head thoughtfully.

Jack's friend, Roger, finally spoke up. "Well, she can't go off hunting with us."

"Or tend to the fire," said the twins.

"Or get water from the river."

"Or build the shelters."

"And she most certainly cannot be chief," Jack said, glancing at Ralph.

Chuckling to herself, Lucy stood up, brushed the sand off her skirt, and turned to the boys.

Unbelievable.

"You don't think I'm capable, do you?"

Jack turned pink. "I didn't say that."

"No," she said calmly, "But that's what you were implying. God, that sort of sexism hasn't been seen for years."

She paused. Something just clicked. "By that way, what year is it exactly?"

He blinked. "You don't remember?"

The fat boy, Piggy, pushed his glasses farther up the bridge of his nose. "Amnesia, that's what it is! When you fell, you must have hit your-"

"She wasn't talking to you," Jack said, cutting across him. What on earth had brought that on?

"It's 1955," he said, answering her question.

Why, that was decades ago! This was scary. Why did those numbers seem so familiar?

That watch had done this. The watch... The watch! The hands were pointing to 19 and 55! How would she explain this to a bunch of strangers?

Silence passed over the children until the quietest, nicest looking boy stepped forward.

"I think, er, what is your name?" he asked her.

Lucy was too surprised to be annoyed that none of them had thought to ask who she was.

"I'm Lucy," came her soft reply, deciding to keep the rest of her identity a secret. There was no way she was telling anyone just yet.

"Well," said the boy to Ralph, "I think Lucy can figure out how to help us herself."

The chief shrugged. "All right with you, then?" He asked her.

"Sure," she said, distracted. It was all too weird.

"Assembly adjourned," he declared and the boys began to scatter about the place.

Jack took her from the platform to the lagoon, saying that he'd show her around.

Happily, she kicked off her shoes and dipped her feet into the cool water. It felt lovely.

Lucy had uttered very little ever since her discovery and he was absolutely hopeless when it came to small talk.

"You know," she said, looking into Jack's eyes for the first time. "You probably thought I was insane, the way I acted earlier."

He laughed. "Not quite. I knew you were just scared."

His eyes were blue. And worse, they were nice.

Lucy flushed and pretended not to notice. "I was not!"

"Was to!"

"Was not!" She argued, splashing him.

Dog-like, Jack shook the water from his hair and whipped his shirt off. Once again, she was so busy trying to appear indifferent that she hardly realized what he was about to do.

"Don't you dare!"

He grinned impishly and dove straight into the water, drenching her completely.

Lucy leapt to her feet.

"That... was not very nice," She sputtered.

He swam over to her. "You're already wet. Why don't you come in? Or maybe, you're too scared to," he mocked.

"Oh yeah?"

And with out a thought, she ran and jumped in.

She surfaced, laughing and pushing her dark hair away from her face.

"That was... wizard," He said, smiling stupidly. He was looking at her oddly.

Lucy sent him a look. Did she have any much in her hair?

"What is it?"

Jack turned away, embarrassed.

"It's just... Other girls wouldn't have done that."

She couldn't help but smile back. "I think you'll find that I'm not like most of the girls you know. Trust me."

"Good," he said and helped her out of the lagoon.

That boy was certainly something.

A/N: Okay, this story is going somewhere, I promise.

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