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A/N: I'm sorry for not posting in like two weeks. I had tests and something happened recently that made me not want to right, or do anything for that matter.

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And here is what no one has been waiting for...

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The night passed quickly, as did the screaming which everyone was grateful for. But only two stayed in the confines of the tent for many hours stitching and removing any harmful bacteria, allowing themselves to bear the cries of pain. The duo finally emerged with the first signs of light creeping up into the sky.

A sigh escaped Kate's lips, the screams playing at full volume in her head. Just being in the tent made her want to kill herself in agony. It hurt just listening to the piercing noises and deafening cries. She imagined how much pain she must've been going through. Thankfully she was out with a sedative Jack was able to gather. Jack. At the thought of him she could hear him speaking to her.

"Thanks, Kate," Jack said with a sad smile. "It was better being in the company of you rather than being alone." Kate's head jerked up, her eyes searching for his face. She nodded and looked back ahead at the shore they were nearing.

"No problem. I'm just glad I could help," was her simple answer as she washed the blood off of her hands. Kate shuddered seeing the crimson substances slide off her hand. Memories.

"Are you okay?" asked Jack, worriedly, glancing over to her. He halted from washing his hands and turned to face her. Kate nodded forcefully as she continued cleaning her hands. She was truly mysterious, and that was what intrigued him even more. And that was a new feeling for him; something different from his hectic schedule from work. Work. He would not be returning to that in a while.

He was soon interrupted by a warm feeling over his hand; different from the cool water that was running over it. His eyes bore into the hand on top of his. Hesitantly he gazed up at Kate.

"Oh, sorry," she said, uncomfortably and rapidly retreated her hand. The awkward silence was broken by Jack who was smiling slightly. "Don't be."

Kate surprised expression quickly disappeared as she regained her self-control. After washing their hands for a few more moments Jack stood and decided to check on Emily.

"Will be there in a few," she called back to him, wanting to help with anything else, but he shook his head. "I'll take care of it. She's already out cold, so there isn't anything else to do. Why don't you go rest, or something?" he suggested, shrugging, and then turning and hading back to the tent.

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And she did just that. After leaving Jack she passed by a dark-skinned Middle Eastern man with curly shoulder length hair who was named Sayid. He asked her if she wanted to join him on a hike with a few others. She obliged and accepted his offer.

The event stayed clear in her mind and thought of it as she packed items into a small bag used for outdoor activities.

…

She had just left Jack and changed, happily into a jeans and a plain shirt. On her way to doing absolutely nothing she saw Sayid with a transceiver in his hands. Being the curious cat that she was she walked over and asked him about it.

"Is it working?"

He looked up at Kate, and nodded. "It seems to be ... except we're not picking up a signal." Kate seemed confused and asked,

"Why do we need to pick up a signal? Aren't we trying to send one?"

Again he nodded with a patient look on his face. "Yes, but what you want to see here is little bars. The bars would show the radio is getting reception."

"Oh," she mumbled, and looked closely at the transceiver that reminded her of a Walkie Talkie. There were numbers on the screen which read: 125300.

But, she finally understood what he was talking about. "We need the bars."

He smiled, but it was brief, and he began to talk again. He was very educated, she noted. "We could broadcast blind, hope that someone - maybe a ship somewhere picks up our distress call. But that could be a waste of the battery, which might not last that long. There is one thing we could try... "

She cut in and inquisitively asked, "What?"

"Seeing if we can get a signal from high ground," he stated simply.

"How high?" she inquired.

Sayid glanced up behind Kate. She followed his gaze where he was indicating they should go. Her mouth formed an oval shape at the mountain ridge. She couldn't believe it. A sharp mountain ridge inside the island.

Kate places her hand to her eyes to block the sun, and get a better look. "That is a hard climb," she choked out.

Sayid nodded solemnly, "Indeed." He sighed and continued, "My name is Sayid."

"Kate," she said simply, shaking his hand. "When will you be leaving?"

…

That was just a few hours ago. Now, she would be doing what she did best. Travel. Though it would be hard on her because at that moment she felt physically and emotionally weak from the experience she had just recently gone through.

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"I need your help."

A heavy set man turns to face Jack who is running up to him. Hurley placed a piece of metal onto a pile of other discarded objects and says, "Okay." Without hesitation, nonetheless.

Jack smiled gratefully, and began explaining, "I need you to help me and go through the luggage. I need any kind of prescription medications you can find ... especially drugs that end in -miacin and -cillin. Those are antibiotics."

After patting Hurley on the shoulder he turned and began to head back to the tent.

Hurley bemused asked, "What's this for?" Jack hesitated, wondering if he should, in fact tell him, but dismissed the idea of telling him that he was going to perform surgery on one of the passengers that were severely injured. Without saying a word he continued towards the tent.

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Emily was finally awake after many, many hours. For how long she did not know. The last thing she remembered was a hand holding hers while Jack was...

And that was when the pain shot back to her. It was ironic how she felt pain after remembering she had wounds in the first place. Her eyes squeezed shut as she pushed herself up into a sitting position, resting her back against a strangely, large suitcase.

Glancing around the room she realized she wasn't alone. There was another person, a male who looked to be around the same age as John Locke with a ghastly wound to the skull and a large piece of metal protruding from his side. She winced, and bit her tongue to keep the nauseating taste to go away. Thankfully he was sleeping. Emily did not want to see what he would do if he was awake.

"You're awake," a deep voice said.

Her eyes slowly moved to the doctor in front of her who was frowning. "Do you feel uncomfortable? I can move you to another-…"

Emily quickly cut in, shaking her head forcefully, "No, I don't want to cause trouble…for anyone," she watched him open his mouth to object, but she continued, "no matter how little it is."

He watched her carefully his frown not disappearing.

"Besides, now I have company. I can talk to him all I want and he won't be able to leave," she said, brightening the sulky atmosphere.

Finally, the doctor broke out a smile that was tugging at the corner of his lips. "You do realize that he will be out for quite some time," he said, sitting on the edge of her make-shift bed.

She laughed, "At least it won't seem like I'm talking to myself." Her eyes then darkened and frowned. "And with him here, I wouldn't be alone, even if he isn't awake." Emily looked at the man, sighing sadly.

Jack understood what she meant and did not want to go further into it. Being alone in that forest, at night must've been horrible for her. "Are you still hurting?" he asked, changing the subject.

"Of course I am! Every part of me hurts. Even if you wanted to help by putting the alcohol on me, I'm afraid you made it worse. Don't look at me like that! I would gladly get an infection than have to go through that ordeal again," she said, pouting.

Jack sighed in defeat. He realized that fighting over knowing who was wrong and who was right between them would always point her the victor. "Lift up your shirt halfway so I can check out your ribs. You're lucky nothing is broken," he said, slowly lifting the bandages.

After removing the gauze he took a bottle of water and began to clean the wound. Both had said nothing throughout the whole thing, but by the way Emily was breathing he knew it was painful.

"Alright… All clean," he whispered wrapping the wound. It looked better than it did the night before. It had then appeared like someone carved into her flesh with a spoon. Skin was missing, and her ribcage was clearly visible. If he was not so used to this he would have passed out on the spot. Every time he glanced at Emily, she had her face turned, staring into another direction, focusing on anything else. Tears were unmistakably evident in her hazel eyes.

Nothing was spoken between them for the next… Jack didn't know how long, but it felt like a long time. All that was heard in the tent was the occasional groans from the injured Marshal.

Then out of no where she finally spoke. "I saw him."

Jack's head flung to the direction of Emily, his neck hurting from the whiplash. "What?" he said rougher than he wanted to. She didn't reply as he looked into her eyes. They were unfocused, looking at nothing. She didn't even blink.

Jack stopped looking at all the medication that Hurley had gathered so far and went over to Emily, grabbing her shoulders gently. "Emily," he said sternly. "Who was it?"

Emily's head ever-so-slowly turned to face his frantic one. "Him," she said grimly. He wondered if she had gone mad. But clearly she was in shock. Why? Who was it? And, why didn't they help her when she got attacked?

He's eyes darkened. Whoever it was watched this and most likely enjoyed it. But who? Obviously, her mind was playing tricks on her. Merely illusions.

Forcefully, he pushed Emily back down so her head was on top of the pillow. "Get some sleep, Em. You need it…"

-

"What the hell are you doing?" asked Boone who was extremely tired. He was now watching his adoptive sister stare at something in front of her.

He saw tears silently fall down her face as he walked up to her. She was staring at a dead body.

"I think I was mean to him."

Boone stared at her peculiarly. "What?"

She sniffed and spoke quietly, "He's that guy from the gate - he wouldn't let us have our seats in first class. He saved our lives." That was true. If they sat in first class then they would be dead, because the whole first compartment was ripped off. But they weren't dead, and just sitting around sulking wasn't going to help.

"Come on, Shannon, we're trying to clear some of the wreckage. You should help out," he told her. He, himself was thinking about going over to the tent that Emily was in. After she was taken from his arms he hadn't seen her again. And by the sounds she made, it was obvious that she was in pain.

After a moment of silence he stood up and gave an exasperated sigh, "You're just being worthless over here."

Her eyes narrowed, lifting her head to glare at Boone. "I'm being what?" The nerve of him!

"What do you want me to say? You're sitting on your ass staring at bodies," he said, heatedly, returning the glare.

"I've just been through a trauma here, okay?" She said, stifling a cry.

"We've all been through a trauma. The only difference is, since the crash, you've actually given yourself a pedicure," he yelled, his bright blue orbs, cold as ice.

"You know what? It is so easy to make fun of me, and you're good at it," she said, standing to her feet.

He cocked his head to the side. What a spoiled brat. "I wish I didn't have to waste my time making fun of you. I wish I didn't have a reason. Yeah, it is easy, Shannon."

"Yeah, well screw you! You do not have the slightest idea what I am thinking," she shot back, furiously.

"I have a much better idea than you think I do," he retorted, staring evenly into her dark eyes.

"No, you don't!"

"Okay, Shannon, then what are you thinking?" he asked, calming down.

She was unable to answer him. Looking past him he saw the Middle Eastern man she came to know as Sayid and a brunette whom was always with Jack, except for now.

"I'm going with them on the hike," she said defiantly, glad to have thought of a good answer.

"Oh, yeah?" he snorted. This would be good.

"Yup, I'm going," she said boldly, turning towards Kate and Sayid.

He shook his head and walked after her. "No, you're not, Shannon." He reached out for her, but felt her brush his hand aside and run off toward the two.

He glanced down at his hand, relishing the warmth he had not felt in days, before screaming, "Shannon!"

Kate and Sayid had placed their backpacks on all the while watching Shannon walk towards them.

'This should be fun,' Kate thought, sarcastically.

"I'd like to come with you," Shannon told the two smugly.

Before they could answer, Boone cut in, "She's not going. She doesn't want to go."

"The hell I'm not! You don't know what the hell I do!" She said irately.

Boone scowled and realized why he had lived so many years without her and had never missed her in the slightest. Though she had fire. That was for sure…

"She postures and makes really bad decisions to upset her family which, at the moment, is me," he then blasted back.

"Shut up, and stop trying to be charming," she said, sardonically, and looked at Kate, "I'm coming with you."

"I don't know if that's such a good idea."

Shannon scoffed at her. "What are you, two years older than me? Please." Kate watched her roll her eyes and opened her mouth to throw an insult toward the rude brat when Charlie, a former band member, came into the scene. His eyes were aloof and he looked paler than he did days ago.

"You're going, aren't you?" Shannon asked. Charlie eyed up the situation and enjoys the attention she's giving him. "Yeah. Are you?" was his cool remark.

"Yep," she said, casting a look at Boone who was glaring at her. Charlie smiled while running his hand through his dirty-blonde hair. "Yeah, I'm definitely going."

Kate growled and looked at Sayid who smiled sympathetically. "Look, everybody can come, but we're leaving now." Both turned to leave.

Charlie then points at Kate. "You couldn't tell from that," he watched each of them leave and hastily continued, "but she's actually really nice."

The small group exited the beach and crossed a grove of trees. Kate watched as a very attractive man walks in front of her. She learned his name the day before. Sawyer… He was very mysterious and shied from the group; either not caring or wasn't a people person.

"You decided to join us," she said, smiling.

He called back to her, his crooked smile that most likely won the hearts of many, "I'm a complex guy, Sweetheart." His southern accent was clear, plus his extremely rugged look, and silky hair… Which girl didn't want him? She laughed, wonderingly. Why was she thinking about it?

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They group hiked through hills, finding tall grass. Sawyer who was leading them, stopped. "Okay, wide open space! You should check the radio, see if we're good," he tells Sayid.

He shook his head. "We're not gonna have any reception here."

Sawyer impatiently huffed. "Just try it."

I don't want to waste the batteries," Sayid said, unfalteringly.

Sighing he takes a step closer, stupidly not knowing why. "I'm not asking you to keep it on all day." And he wasn't. "Just open it, see it if works, and if not, close it."

But the bloke was still saying no. "We're still blocked by the mountain."

Sawyer was NOT taking no for an answer and shouted, "Just check the damn radio!"

Sayid turned around and angrily said, "If I just check ... we might not have any juice left when we get to –"

Sayid was suddenly interrupted by loud, animal breathing sound. Something was in the grove with them, far away and hidden by the tall grass. They all stop walking and stare off into the distance, listening for any noise. They can hear it breathing and moving around.

"Oh, my god," Shannon cries.

"What the hell's that?" Boone asked the others.

Kate's eyes widened. "Something's coming."

Something moved toward them and began picking up speed. Whatever it was was running, pretty fast.

"It's coming towards us, I think," Charlie said, foolishly stating the obvious.

"Come on, let's move!" Kate urges them, looking back for a split second, eyeing something huge. They all begin to run, except for Sawyer.

Shannon began babbling on how she shouldn't have come, but shut up as her arm was grabbed rather vigorously by Boone who muttered, "Come on."

"Go! Go!" Sayid yelled, holding Kate back from running after Sawyer.

"Sawyer!" she shrieked.

"Let him go!" Sayid told her, pulling her forward. All of them kept running scared at what was coming.

But Sawyer stood where he is and casually pulled out...

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A/N: (cont.) What did he pull out! o.o I've got an idea... hee heee... XD

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