A rather big surprise came the next day. Well multiple surprises actually. Some good, some very, very bad.

The first one, which was good, was that Michael came back. He walked out of the jungle, followed by Jack and a few others. He looked awful, but at least he was alive.

Then came the bad.

Lena's eyes floated beyond Michael and saw Kate, Hurley, and Sawyer digging graves.

"Who died?" Lena whispered among the happy remarks to Michael about him coming back.

"Ana Lucia and Libby." He replied sadly. Lena sucked in a sharp breath. Libby, who was nice to everyone and was always willing to help. And Ana Lucia, who Lena didn't know very well, but had a good heart.

"What happened to them?" Sun asked, horrified. But it was Michael's reply that truly unsettled Lena to her core.

"They were murdered."

…

There was even more to the story than Michael had told her. In the end, it had been Kate who broke the news: Henry Gale escaped, killed Libby and Ana Lucia, and shot Michael in the shoulder.

It was very unnerving for Lena that he was on the loose. She was still shaken up from knowing that the Others knew everything about her. But at least they had leverage against them. Now, any advantage they had been holding was gone.

"Why do so many people have to die?" Lena whispered aloud to herself. She really didn't want to know the answer to that question, and, more specifically, why did so many good people have to die?

She supposed that she would never know.

…

The funeral was a very sad event. Lena thought about how she had been to more funerals on the island than she had in her entire life before the crash.

"Ana Lucia Cortez was a police officer." Jack began, speaking for Ana Lucia. No one really knew her that well, another tragedy in itself. You're never truly gone when someone still remembers you, but not many people knew much about Ana Lucia. "I don't think it was easy for her being here, but she did the best she could. Rest in peace, Ana."

Everyone looked to Hurley next. He had finally gotten the courage to ask out Libby, and she said yes… just before she died.

"Libby was a psychologist, or a psychiatrist… one of those." Hurley said, tears falling from his eyes. "Either way, she probably helped out a lot of people. She helped me. It's not fair that this happened to her. Goodbye, Libby." The last part was said in a whisper, as if he couldn't bear to go on.

And then, in true island fashion, things got crazy again.

"Boat!" Sun suddenly yelled. "Boat!"

Lena, and everyone else, whirled around, facing the ocean to see that there was, in fact, a sailboat in the water, heading straight for the beach.

A thought passed Lena's mind about feeling awful for Ana Lucia and Libby, who's funeral had been interrupted. But there was a boat coming right for the island, so mourning would have to wait.

"Are we saved?" Charlie asked excitedly, but no one replied. Several splashes could be heard as Jack, Sayid and, surprisingly, Sawyer swam out towards the boat.

Lena contemplated going after them, but she figured they had it under control, and she was tired of fighting all the time. Hopefully, though, whoever was on the boat was friendly.

And maybe, whoever it was could even get them rescued.

…

Lena was slightly disappointed when she found out who it was. Although, her disappointment was small, because the man in the boat did know a lot about the island, and, more specifically, the hatch.

Because the man in the boat was Desmond Hume, also known as the guy from the hatch.

Of course, most people had no idea who Desmond was, leaving the ones who did, including Lena, bombarded with questions.

"Who is he?"

"Is he going to save us?"

"What's going on?"

Lena and Kate were surrounded by their fellow island survivors, and they were all very confused and curious. The two of them were trying to answer all the questions, but that was virtually impossible.

"Okay, um, just one second." Kate said as she spotted Jack walking near them. "I'll be right back, okay?"

"'Stab this guy, Lena' 'Answer all the questions, Lena' 'Fight off the smoke monster, Lena.'" She grumbled, more to herself than to anyone else. Her reply to Kate was in a much less grouchy tone, although her voice was still laced with sarcasm. "Yeah, Kate, you go talk to your boyfriend."

Kate rolled her eyes, but she jogged over to Jack, presumably to talk to him about the whole Desmond situation. Thankfully, not long after Kate had abandoned her, Sayid came over to the group.

"Can I borrow you for a second?" He asked. Lena sighed with relief at finally having an excuse to get away from the questions and demands.

"Yes, please do." She replied. She told the curious survivors that she would be back soon, which was a lie, and she followed Sayid down the beach.

"You're aware of Michael's plan, right?" Sayid asked. Lena nodded. Kate had told her about it earlier, how she, Jack, Michael, Sawyer, and Hurley were going to get Walt back. "Michael is working with the Others, but he doesn't know that we know."

"And who is 'we' exactly?" Lena wondered.

"For now, just you, me, and Jack." Sayid replied. Lena had to admit, she was slightly surprised to be the third person knowing about this. Still, she was happy that she was trusted. "They're going to go through with Michael's plan, and I am going to take Desmond's boat to the Others's camp. If everything goes well, we can stop them, save Walt, and all come back safely."

"Alright." Lena said. "When do we leave?"

"Actually, that's why I am here." Sayid said. "With Jack and the others going with Michael, Locke is in the hatch, and I will be on the boat, I need someone to take care of everything here. Be in charge, and defend against any attacks, if needed."

Well, Lena, you did say that you wanted everyone to stop asking you to fight, her brain said. Lena told it to shut up. The phrase 'be careful what you wish for' just became reality. She had gotten annoyed with everyone coming to her for various missions, but now, being left behind… she wanted to fight.

But Sayid was right. Someone had to do it.

"Okay, I can do that." She said. Sayid visibly relaxed. Clearly he had been expecting more of an argument from her. "Good luck out there." Sayid nodded and smiled slightly before going to talk to Jin and Sun. They after all, knew how to sail, and Lena was assuming that Sayid didn't.

When Lena really thought about it, crashing on the island was a good thing for her. Before, in the real word, she hadn't exactly been leading the best life. But on the island, she was trusted. On the island, her skills were useful, not frowned upon. On the island, she had friends, people she would kill for.

Some people, she would even die for.

A/N: Well everyone, I am done with Season 2! Like I said at the beginning of this book, Uncharted will also consist of Season 3, so this is not the end of the book (Season 2 gave me way less content than I had hoped for when I started writing this). Anyways, I will see you all on Sunday with the next chapter!