I'm starting out with a hint of Miles/Naomi, but I'm really sorry; this chapter is more serious than romantic anyway.

No one had said anything but 'hi', and that was 10 minutes ago. Miles and Naomi were just sitting on the railing next to each other before something broke the silence.

Without reason, Miles had almost toppled forward off of the motionless boat. He got this weird shadow in the back of his eyes and just barely caught himself.

"Are you okay?" Naomi asked.

Miles said nothing. He still had that dead look in the corners of his eyes. "Miles?"

Suddenly, he blinked and shook his head slowly. "What happened?"

"What happened?" Naomi repeated. "How should I know; you almost just fell off the boat."

"I-uh," Miles said woozily. He put his hand to his head. It looked as if he was sick. "I don't know."
Naomi looked concernedly at him for a moment. "Is there something you're not telling me, Miles?"

Miles opened his mouth like he was going to say something, but then thought better of it. "It's nothing."

"What's nothing?" Naomi interrogated.

"Nothing!" Miles exclaimed. "Really, I'm fine."

"Something has to be nothing," Naomi said. "What was that all about, Miles?"

He stared off into the horizon for a moment. "We're here."

"What?" Naomi said. "We're…at the island?"

"That's the only logical explanation," Miles shrugged. "I heard people-talking. And the island's the only place where I would hear voices that you wouldn't."

"We should tell the captain," Naomi stated.

"No," Miles said. "I don't want him to get all worked up, and if I'm wrong, well, he probably wouldn't be so happy."
Another couple of minutes went by before Naomi broke the silence. "I'm going first."

"What?" Miles questioned.

"I can fly a helicopter," Naomi said. "And we've got two. I'm flying out before you all. Frank can take you in at the scheduled time."

"But why?" Miles asked.

"I have to," Naomi said. "I need to see this island. Do you understand how long I've been waiting for this? I'm flying out there tomorrow."

"But you're part of our team," Miles said. "You're our leader. What are we going to do without you? And we don't even know if we're there yet."

"The more time we waste waiting for the engines to get fixed, the more time Linus'll have to run!" Naomi said loudly. "Look, I can come in contact with the survivors. Nothing is going to happen. I'm going, Miles, and that's that."

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"Why do we need these?" Dan asked, indicating the gun.

"We're fighting a war, aren't we?" Naomi said. "It would be a hard battle to fight if they're the only ones with guns. And come to think about it, we might find ourselves held hostage at gun point, and them forcing us to say we're alright. Keamy says the code for that is 'tell my sister I love her.'"

"But we probably won't have to use that, right?" Charlotte said. "I mean, they don't even know we're coming."

"I think he does," Naomi said.

"You should think this over again, Naomi," Frank advised. "It might be better if we all flew out at once."

"No," Naomi shook her head. "This is for the best." She hopped up into the pilot's seat.

"Be careful, won't you?" Miles said.

"Of course," Naomi smiled, giving him one last kiss goodbye before they stepped back and she flew off into the distance.

...

She didn't even remember parachuting out of the copter. She didn't remember getting impaled by that tree branch on the way down. All she knew was that now, she had to get the survivors to save her life.

"I'm dying," she said. She couldn't understand exactly what they were saying, but she'd gotten, "What's she saying?" Had she spoken in another language? She couldn't really control that right now. She tried again.

"I'm dying," Naomi said. "Help me, I'm dying."

She was still zoning in and out, like an old radio, and she only caught parts of the conversation. She heard someone with a Russian accent saying. "-she's going to die."

They were trying to help her. They had helped her and she felt much better. She must convince them that she was trying to help them. "I'm not alone."

But it seemed no one understood her. "-she's going to live."

Naomi was relieved. Now, later, she sensed someone sitting beside her. "Where am I?"

"I don't know," the person said. "You're on an Island. Are you here to rescue us? Are there more of you, can you make your phone work?"

Too many questions. "Who are you?"

"Hugo Reyes. I crashed here on Oceanic Flight 815. A bunch of us survived. Is that why you're here, were you looking for us?" This guy was excited. Better play the part, Naomi thought to herself.

She explained to him that the survivors were all found dead at the bottom of an ocean trench. He bought the story, exclaiming, "What?!" at the end of it.

They brought Naomi to a tent and kept her inside. She couldn't move much, but to her surprise she felt loads better. She had thought it had only been a day since it happened, was it perhaps the time change Daniel was talking about?

She told a man named Sayid the half truth. She told him that their plane was at the bottom of the ocean which was true, and that her boat was 80 miles offshore. But she lied and said that she was part of a search and recovery team. But that was all the plan-search and recover Desmond Hume.

Naomi had to get them to fix the phone. No way in the world could she do it herself, not even if she was completely healthy.

...

Sayid had gotten Naomi's phone to work, but something was blocking the signal. Naomi didn't get exactly what was going on with this talk of war and stuff, but she knew that she was going on some hike that would make them able to call her boat.

"So I need to show you how this wonderful gadget works in case anything happens to me," Naomi said to Jack on their way up to this radio tower. She didn't like saying it, but after that almost fateful parachute down, anything could happen.

She explained to him the basics of calling her boat. She had to get them to the island, no matter what.

It was a long hike with them all worrying about something like there weren't enough explosions back at the beach or whatever. Naomi just sat around impatiently and waited for the trek to continue.

And then she saw him. He was the reason they were there, but she was in no state to run up and grab him or anything. She still had to make sure the survivors thought she was here to rescue them, she had to make sure long enough to talk to Minkowski on the boat, and hopefully Ben was still around when that happened.

After he goes off to talk to Jack, Naomi stood wondering why on earth they didn't go on to the radio tower and have Jack catch up with them. But these people seemed pretty dedicated to their leader, so Naomi didn't complain. Anyway, her urgency to get there might raise suspicion.

And even when Jack returns, he and Kate run off by themselves to get a drink or something, with the only words from Jack being "tie him up", which of course referred to Ben. That was probably a good thing, so as long as Naomi stuck with those guys, Ben would be near.

But when they finally got walking again, Naomi struck up a conversation with one of the survivors when suddenly, the phone beeps. "Charlie just got us rescued," she said, before hurrying off to tell Jack.

That being so, the phone still didn't work. The woman's distress call was still blocking the signal. They still had to make it back to the radio tower. Naomi was glad they had actually got somewhere though.

And finally, at long last, they unblocked the signal. She walked around outside until she got a clear signal, but that's the last thing she remembered doing.

Ahck, I HATE that. That was, like, info we already knew. Ergh, but it was leading up to Naomi's knifed back. Don't worry, I guarantee this is the most boring chapter you'll ever see in this fic.