A/n: ok this chapter really stinks L it is longer than the first one though….hmm…. um…I'm in a really random mood today…. I feel like writing a random AzumangaDaioh fic…maybe I shall...ok here goes!

Chapter 2: Through the Wreckage

They carefully walked through the jungle, trying not to make a sound. Her heavy boots crunched through the tall grass that surrounded them. Her eyes were focused straight ahead, not once did she look at Jack, who was walking beside her watching her and wondering where they were going. She had said that there was something she needed to tell him, but she didn't say what. "Follow me," she said motioning for him to follow her into the jungle. They had been traveling for almost twenty minutes, but nothing seemed suspicious, at least not yet. Then suddenly Kate stopped, staring at something between two long spiderlike branches. Jack came to her side and realized at once what it was she needed to tell him.

"Could I get you a drink?" the stewardess asked the pretty dirty blonde, Penny. They were back on the plane, right before the crash.

"No than..." Penny was interrupted by the terrible screaching of metal against metal. She looked forward at her mother, who sat six rows in front of her. They weren't able to book seats next to each other and the distance between them seemed to great. She could feel an amazing force pulling against the plane. She closed her blue eyes and screamed, "MOM!" Within fifteen short seconds the back end of the plane had torn away and Penny was plummeting to her death.

The sun was beaming down on the survivors that lay across the beach. Locke embraced the morning like he always did (some found him strange). He lifted his once paralyzed body off the soft sand and began walking over to Michael and his son, Walt, who were sitting nearby.

"Hello Mr. Locke!" Walt waved at the old man and greeted him.

Locke chuckled, "Hello Walt, do you mind if I talk to your father?"

"Alright..." Walt took the leash of his big yellow dog, Vincent, and began jogging up and down the coast.

"Michael, i wanted to apologize for not listening to what you had said earlier," Locke stated.

"Are you talking about Walt?" Locke nodded. "Locke, i was out of line before...it's just that...I never knew my son, and i didn't want anyone else to be his father...or something like that..." Michael didn't know how to put his thoughts into words.

Hurley came racing towards the two men. "Hey, i wanted to know if you guys wanted to play golf, you know...the winner gets the last of the deoderant sticks."

Locke and Michael looked at each other and laughed. "Sure, sounds like fun." Hurley helped them off the ground and the three of theme walked out to the open fields where Hurley had built a golf course.

"Kate...when did you find this?" Jack stood there bewildered. He couldn't believe what he was staring at...

"Yesterday..." Kate whispered. She had been walking through the jungle when she came across the back end of the plane. She searched the area for any survivors, but she ccould find evidence of any. There was something, or someone, that she was looking for amist the wreckage, but she had been unsuccessful. Now, though, she had Jack, and there was no way he was going to leave until he found something. If she was lucky, they might find exactly what she's looking for.

"I guess we should..." Jack started.

"I all ready did, i couldn't find anything. I looked inside the plane too...they're all dead...there's no sign of any survivors."

"Well we stil should look around..." Jack insisted on searching the area, but Kate knew that he would. She knew that it wasn't going to be quick either, they would spend hours out in the jungle, until the found something or they were found by somebody else. The travelers in the back end of the plane hadn't had it easy, the tail section of the plane had split in half, almost exactly down the aisle in the middle of the plane. There wasn't much to look at anymore. It was avident that either the boars or the polar bears had found the debris, most of the bodies still sat in their seats, but they were mangled like the pilot who had been attacked. A few suitcases laid scattered about the ground. Jack and Kate opened them, and read the labels on the inside of them. One name seemed familiar to both of them, Bernard Richardson, Rose's husband. The other names didn't ring a bell in either of their heads, so they moved on to something else. Kate bent over the pick something up of the ground. Jack didn't reconized the object at first, but then he realized she had found a ballet pointe shoe. He couldn't understand why a ballet slipper would make her cry, just who did this belong to?

Back in the fields, the game of golf had already begun. Hurley had built an excellent course with six complete holes. The survivors on the island needed a form of entertainment to calm them down after all the stress being put open them. With the frequent disappearance of water and food, it was easy to lose your mind. Most of the people decided to come to the fields to play others and test their luck, Hurley had been the hero of the day. He enjoyed his moment in the spotlight.

Michael was the first to "tee off" followed by Locke and Hurley. Hurley was winning for the first time, he was loving ever minute of it. Michael wasn't too far behind though.

"You can tie it up if you sink this put!" Hurley yelled at Michael who was trying to concentrate, Michael was tired of Hurley's gloating.

"Alright! Here goes!" Michael squated down on the green and lied up his "putter." He placed the ball on the ground and aimed for the hole. The putter lifted and the ball went straight towards the hole, and then it curved and missed. Hurley started laughing when he realized he won. "Hey! You better watch it!" Michael shouted at him. Hurley ran off in the opposite direction and Locke and Michael chased after him. "Good game." Michael said.

Kate had left the deaster site disappointed, however, she took the pointe shoes with her. Nothing else had been found at the site, at least nothing of value to her. She walked back to camp unaware of Jack, who had been with her the entire time. She found Sun sitting alone in the garden that she made all by herself. "I should help her," she said to Jack, "She's been doing this all alone."

Jack didn't want to leave. He still couldn't understand what happened today. He wanted to know why she was crying. Reluctantly, he left the two women alone and followed the path back to the caves. There was something she wasn't telling him, but he knew that soon enough he would find out.

"You've done an amazing job Sun," Kate stood over the Korean woman watching her plant seeds into the ground.

"Thank you," she replied. The two of them had begun to build a friendship behind Sun's husband, Jin's, back. He didn't know that she could speak English, and it broke her heart to lie to him. Kate took some of the seeds from Sun and began to plant them into the ground. Sun enjoyed having her around. They sat quietly chatting about life on the island. Around them tiny green plants were beginning to pop out of the ground.

Rose sat on a scrap of the plane humming to herself. Charlie approached her quietly.

"How have you been?" he asked her.

"He out there Charlie, and he's alive. I know he is," Rose was talking into space. Her husband, Bernard, was in the back of the plane when it crashed. She told Charlie everyday that Bernard was still out there looking for her. Charlie promised to comfort her until he returned, and Rose had supported him also. When Claire returned, Charlie didn't have to worry about anything anymore. All he wanted was for her to come back and now that she had returned, it seemed his troubles were over. It would only be a matter of time until Bernard returned, but no one could guess how soon it would be.

Night fell almost too soon that day, and once again Kate found herself sitting on the beach. Jack, however, was back in the caves tending to a person who had injured herself in the jungle. She watched the stars in the sky come to life, alone. Her only company was the pink slippers she found earlier that day....

The next day Kate was out in the jungle again. Somebody was out there and she was going to find them. She quietly tiptoed through the caves making sure that she didn't wake Jack or any of the others that were still sleeping. After passing over the still bodies of her fellow passengers, the jungle was hers to explore. She was going to return to the crask site, but something in the sky caught her eye. It was smoke...and it was rising above the treetops not far from were she was standing.

She didn't know where she was going, this part of the jungle hadn't been explored yet. The smoke was her only lead, she continued to follow it's grey streaks in the sky, hoping that it wouldn't suddenly stop.

Within thirty minutes she was almost to the smoke's origin. She could smell firewood burning, and she could hear the crackling of the fire's roaring flames. Who had started this fire? Could it be survivors of the tail end of the plane?

She was scared of what she would find. She could feel anxity rushing through her. The person, or people, she could find could be Ethan or one of his strange friends. What if she got captured in the jungle? No one would be able to find her. Questions raced through her head. Then the man came into view.

He was sitting by the fire with a fish that was attached to a stick. He was an african-american man in his late fifties, maybe even early sixities, she couldn't tell. She realized that the man was probably Bernard, Rose's husband.

"Bernard?" She asked.

"Who...who's there?" He responded.

His dark brown eyes had been fixed on her body that lay in the sun tanning. Her golden locks hung loosely down her back and her pretty eyes were shut. Sayid moved closer to her, but kept a distance of about twenty feet between them. He settled into the sand watching her chest rise and fall. On the other side of Shannon, Boone leaned against a tree. His eyes were also on the blonde California girl. Sayid didn't know, but he and his stepsister were closer than he imagined, in fact not to long ago Boone remembered confessing his love for her in Sydney, Australia. That now seemed like a century ago, and now he just felt like it would be easier if she wasn't there. She was his responsibility; over the years she had gotten into so much trouble that often, Boone didn't know how to get her out. Most of the sticky situations she got herself into was solved by money. Boone usually ended up bribing whatever loser Shannon had become involved with. His feeling were mixed up. One day he loved her, and the next he wanted to get rid of her. He decided that now he would just leave her alone, but if that was really the case, then why did he care about her and Sayid so much?

Bernard was frightented by the stranger's voice. It deffinately wasn't anyone he recognized. "Who...who's there?" he stuttered. The voice didn't sound like anyone from the Intersection, which relaxed his nerves, but just who is this mystery woman?

Kate appeared before the man who stood confused and startled by the voice. "Hi, I'm Kate...I was in the middle section of the plane with your wife, Rose."

"Rose...she's alive?"

"Yeah, she misses you. Everyday she tells me that you're going to come back. She says that she knows you're still out there, trying to find her."

"Honistly, I haven't been looking for her. My companions and I have been afraid to leave camp...between the bears and the psychos in this place, we just felt safer together..."

"And yet here you are sitting all alone...where exactly did everyone else go?"

"I've been asking myself the same question for about five hours now. I think they went North. They saw smoke from a fire in the sky, they were following it. Who knows, maybe they even found their way back to your campsite."

Kate's heart fluttered, she could feel the heat rising to her cheeks. What if her somebody had found her camp...what if they were there now? She turned her head to face the north hoping to see something, anything that would be evidence of life...

"i hope nothing has happened to them," Bernard looked into the fire. His statement haunted Kate...what if they were dead? She hated asking herself all of these 'what if' questions. She changed the subject.

"Tell me more about these...psychos..." Kate wondered if he was talking about Ethan and the crazy French woman, Danielle.

"There were two 'leaders' of this group. I saw th man dragging something West of here...it looked almost like a woman, but that couldn't be possible..."

"How long ago was that?"

"About a week..." Could he really be talking about CLaire? They sat in the muddy soil a few brief moments before he continued, "the woman is another story. I saw her about two weeks ago chasing an Iraqi man with a knife, she was insane. And the bears..."

"What bears?"

"She had these...um...polar bears, she coaxes them and sends them off into the jungle. I've heard the echoes of various people's screams. Out here when there's only four of you, it gets lonely and frightening. I have to be the big strong man of the group, especially to the young girl."

"The young girl?"

"Yeah, Jenny...I think..."

"Penny...?"

Dusk was coming quickly on the island. The stars had already began to twinkle in the sky. The moonligt cast a milky shadow on the faces of the survivors. Kate approached Rose with a spring in her step.

A/N: SPRING!! sorry i just had to get that out of my system....muh ha

okay back to the story

"Hey!" Kate flopped down into the sand next to Rose.

"Well it's somebody cheery today," Rose replied.

"I got something for ya..."

"Oh real..Bernard? Bernard is that you?!?" Kate beamed at Rose who wearily stood to her feet and feel into her husband's arms. He was here at least just like she knew he would be. They were both crying rivers of tears and hugging and kissing. Kate just stood watching the two of them. How she longed to be loved. She had never felt love as strong as the one between them...and yet...

"Look at them..." Jack motioned towards Rose and Bernard.

"Yeah, their so cute." She faced Jack and smiled. Between the two of them something was trying to break free, but were they really in love? Was that the mystery feeling growing between them?

They walked down the beach until they found a place to sit away from the others. They wanted to be alone...

The two of them sat close to the water's edge watching and listening to the ocean's foaming waves building and breaking. Most of the time they had trouble placing their thoughts. Jack knew that he felt something between Kate and him, but he was afraid to ammit his feelings, after all Kate was a mysterious person and he often had a hard time understanding her. She, however, was waiting for Jack to confess. She shared his feelings, but knew that he had a hard time opening up. She sighed heavily and rested her head on his shoulder. Jack wasn't sure how to handle her move. He was so afraid that he was going to blow it. He decided to put an arm around her waist, drawing her nearer to him. She could feel his body heat and decided to close her eyes.

Her eyes had only been shut for several moments when they were interrupted by none other than Sawyer.

"Well aren't you cozy," Sawyer said in his cocky southern accent.

"What do you want Sawyer?" Kate was annoyed with the fact that he disruppted them.

"Well excuse me Freckles, i just thought i would give this to you," he stated thrusting a hardcovered journal with a picture of Kate and a younger girl in her face.

"Thanks..." she took the journal from him before he had time to try something smart with her...she knew the way his mind worked. Sawyer turned to walk back to his "tent," but before he did, something caught her eye. In his left hand, he held a small red bag with the letter's "P E N N Y" on the front.

"Sawyer..." he spun his head over his shoulder slowly until he met her eyes. "Give it to me..."