CHRYS' NIGHTMARE

I'm in the middle of a battlefield, bodies laying on the ground. Blood soaking into the earth, as a girl walks over the bodies that spill it.

"Dear Gods!" I whisper. Suddenly, shots begin to be fired. I run for cover for a bit, before realizing that the bullets go right through me. I watch the battle, amazed at the fact that humans could be so ruthless. I stop before a man, and squint at him. He has a silver locket around his neck that he's clutching with his left hand.

"Dad?" I ask aloud. The man starts moving forward, readying himself for battle, before kissing the locket. "Daddy, don't go out there!" I scream, trying to grab for him. The man continues, as nothing I say or do, can be heard by him. He fires his weapon at the forces in front of him. So many shots are fired, but I keep my eyes on my father. My vision singles out a man, who takes aim for my father.

"You bastard," I mutter. "Don't you dare do what I think you're going to do." The man fires, and my father falls to the ground, joining many others on the battle ground. I scream, and yells and curse. I then, marches up to the man who fired the shot and---

"Chrys," Sawyer questioned my sleeping self. Then he shouted, leaning over me, "Chrys! Wake the fuck up!"

"You bastard you killed my father!!" I screamed, jolting up and punching Sawyer square in the face. Waking up further I realized who I had hit. "Ah, fuck. Sawyer I'm so sorry!!!"

"It's nothing, kid. You were just irritating the hell out of me with all the whimpering and wiggling around you were doing. Consequently, you also kicked me in the baby maker, so thanks."

"Jeez! I apologized! You don't have to be such an ass about it." I said. "Fuck it... I'm too irritated to talk to a man who is an ass after someone apologizes."

"Careful, now, Sweetcheeks. You wouldn't want your uncle hearing you talk like that." he said in a condescending tone.

"So it's Sweetcheeks and kid now, huh... Well then I think I'll come up with a name for you. How about..."

"You might want to think those next words out very carefully!" he warned.

"I think I can handle it. Now... let me think... how about biggest butthead. Nah... that sounds to kiddish, though that would fit what you call me. Hmm.... Brat? No... Aha! I have it Arsehead. There we go. Sweetcheeks and Arsehead. Sounds just fine."

"You've got a mouth on ya there girl."

"Thank you Captain Obvious!"

"Watch yourself... You don't know what you're getting into."

"I don't really care... You don't scare me." Sawyer growled at this. "Please! I've seen scarier things than you on the side of a bus.... Yuck! Underwear ads!"

Sawyer chuckled, "You don't know the first thing about me, Sweetcheeks. I doubt you'd want to find out."

"You might be surprised. I'm a pretty understanding person. I hardly ever judge, unless you're a prep, which I highly doubt you are or were in any case. Not a lot of things that I've heard can scare me... and even your 'I'm an arse, don't talk to me' attitude doesn't affect me."

"You know what? You're all right, for a kid."

"Arrgh! I thought I told you earlier! Stop calling me that!"

"Oh, but it's so much fun."

"Excuse me you two... but it's... 6:30 in the bloody morning! Would you care to be quiet."

"Go back to sleep Uncle Charlie. I'm sorry we woke you."

"I'm not. It's 6:30! Usually people are awake by now."

"Would you shut it Sawyer! People do like to sleep, especially after a traumatic event!"

"We should all be up and doing stuff anyway, Chrys!"

"Both of you shut it and go back to sleep!" Charlie ordered.

"Fine!" Chrys huffed.

"Screw you, Charlie. I'm getting up and seeing what I can salvage around here for myself."

Laying down, I rolled my eyes, both at being told to lay down and go back to sleep and at Sawyer and his little, 'I'm an arse, leave me alone' act he put up, as soon as Uncle Charlie had woken up. I fell back asleep for an hour or so and woke up as Uncle Charlie shook me.

"What the bloody hell now?" I groaned as I was waking up.

"Chrys, get up."

"Fine, though you just told me to go to bloody bed."

I got up and look around. Sawyer was digging through a bunch of things, pulling them out and had them all in a pile next to him I walked over to him, while tying my hair up in a ponytail.

"Whatcha doin'?" I asked, extremely childishly.

"Nothin' kid. Just getting some stuff."

"Is all of that yours?"

"No, but it's not like the people who own it are gonna kill me for it... They're dead."

"Jeez, what a lovely thing to say." Then I noticed some of the group going off towards the jungle. "What are they doing?"

"I dunno. Let's go." He said, authoritatively. I rolled my eyes. Men. I go with him.

"Hey, we're coming too!" I say to Jack and some girl I've never met before.

"No you're not!" Uncle Charlie orders.

"You think I won't stalk you? I will! I may be out there, in the jungle, all by myself, but I will follow!" I warned. Uncle Charlie got a look on his face, thinking about all the things that could happen to me out there. I smirked, because I knew that I'd won.

"Fine. But you're to stay in my sight at all times. I'll not have anything happening to you." He said.

"Whatever, Uncle."

The woman I hadn't met came up to me while we were walking. "I'm Kate." She said.

"Nice to meet you Kate. I'm Chrys... well Chrystalynne, but I like to be called Chrys."

"Nice to meet you as well Chrys." She moved on ahead of me, to talk to Jack.

"Hey, kid." Sawyer said. "Nice hustle back there. Using other peoples emotions to get what you want. Nice job."

"Well," I said, in mock modesty, "I couldn't have done it without the years of experience of getting my parents to give me what I wanted."

Sawyer was going to reply, but before he could, there was rustling from the brush next to us.

"What the hell?" I whispered. Sawyer put himself in front of me, pulled out a gun and started firing at whatever it was. A big white blur rushed out of the brush and Sawyer was still firing. I covered my ears and shut my eyes tight, being reminded of the nightmare I'd had last night. The firing stopped. Either Sawyer was dead, or the thing was dead... I hoped it was the thing. I opened my eyes and saw Sawyer in front of me. I breathed a sigh of relief and then looked at the creature he'd shot.

"It's a bear.." I said.

"It's not just any bear. This is a polar bear. What the hell is a polar bear doing in the jungle?" Kate asked.

"Hell if I know. All I want to know is where the hell did he get that gun?" an African-American man said.

"I agree with Michael. Where did you get that gun?" Jack asked.

"I took it off some guy. He had an ankle holster. He also had this." Sawyer replied, throwing a badge at Jack.

"This is a Federal Marshall's badge." Jack said.

"He's the one that was being held by the Marshall!" a little boy said.

"What are you all talking about? Sawyer isn't a criminal!" I half-yelled.

"Come here Chrys. Get away from him." Uncle Charlie commanded.

"No! What the hell is going on here. You all are ripping apart at the seams! You're all jumping to bloody conclusions.!" I yelled.

"Then how come I found these in the jungle?" the little boy asked, holding up a pair of handcuffs.

"Don't ask me. I just know that if Sawyer was a criminal, he probably would have killed us all by now! Aren't you all seeing that?" I yelled. For some reason I looked at Kate and noticed she had a look on her face that I couldn't quite place. Is that guilt? What the fuck? It was then that Uncle Charlie grabbed me.

"You are not to be around him. He's a criminal!" I wrenched my arm from his grip.

"You can't tell me who and who not to be around. If I choose to have Sawyer as a friend it's my choice not yours!" I yelled. Then I ran back the way we'd come, back for the beach. This is bullshit. I just want to go home, go to college, and live a normal life as an adult. Fuck Uncle Charlie. I hadn't noticed that as I left someone followed me. All I knew that I was pissed and I was crying, which made me even more pissed.

"Chrys! Chrys! Wait up!" a voice yells. I felt a hand on my arm, and turned around, tears and all, to see Kate. "Are you okay?" she asked.

"I'll be fine. Just leave me alone for a while okay?" I said.

"All right... Just stay where we at least can sort of see you. Okay?"

"Fine. Just make sure that no one comes near me..." I said as a walked away, further down the beach. I get about 250 feet away from the campsite and sit down in front of a big piece of driftwood. I lean my head back and let all the tears come out. Sitting there for about 20 minutes just crying, I finally noticed that Sawyer was standing next to me.

"Why are you here? I wanted to be alone." I said, wiping my face off with the back of my hand.

"Well, I ain't gonna just let you sit here and cry. It's bullshit."

"How long have been standing there?"

"About 5 minutes." He replied as he sat down next to me. "Why are you crying, besides the obvious reason. No one cries that long without a lot of reasons."

"I dunno... Being stuck here, being the youngest person here, aside from the little kid and Claire's not- born baby. My parents. Uncle Charlie and his bullshit. A bunch of stupid stuff, like the fact that I won't be going to the college I was accepted to this year, probably." I said. It felt good to get all the stuff off of my chest. "I'm sorry... That was a rather long rant."

"Nah, it's all right. No worries." He said. We sat there for a while in companionable silence, just watching the sea.

"How long do you think the rescue boats'll be?"

"I don't look that far into the future."

"But Shannon said, that the plane had a black box. That means we could be located."

"That doesn't mean a damn thing and you know it."

"Yeah, but I'm trying to remain optimistic. It's hard but I damn well better try, cause otherwise depression sets in."

"Come on. I think Locke found us some food to eat." Sawyer said, standing up and offering a hand to me.

"Mmkay. Why not?" I replied, taking the hand and letting him hoist me off the ground. He let go and we walked to the main camp. Why am I so flirty with this guy? I think, as we walk towards the roast.

The food Locke had caught, happened to be a boar big enough for us to each get a small portion of it. Sawyer and I sat next to each other, further away from the group. I noticed, as I ate, that Uncle Charlie was glaring over at us. I rolled my eyes and ate, ignoring my uncle.

It was after we'd ate, that Jack had come back announcing that his little expedition group had found some caves and with them, fresh water. People immediately started to ask, how big the caves were, and how many could go with. It was then that Uncle Charlie volunteered for us to go with the group to the caves. I happened to like the beach though. I pulled Uncle Charlie aside.

"Uncle, can't I please stay here. I wanna be here when the rescue boats come!" I whined.

"No, you're coming with me." Uncle Charlie said.

"Uncle Charlie, is this about Sawyer, or you worrying about my safety? Because if it's about Sawyer..."

"It's both. No more arguing. I, as your legal guardian say, that you will move to the caves." He ordered.

"Fine. But now, just to let you know, I'm not speaking with you." With that, I stomped away towards my bed kit and started to pack it into my backpack. Sawyer came over then and stooped down to where I was.

"What are you doing." he asked.

"Packing my things. Uncle Charlie ordered me to move to the caves with him." I replied, as I shoved a blanket into the bag violently.

"You're leaving?"

"I have to... Uncle Charlie pulled the guardian card out." I said rolling my eyes. I got up and put my backpack on my shoulders, and the 3 larger bags straps on my shoulders as well. "But I'm gonna be down here all day tomorrow. I'm not spending all my time with the 'merry bunch of jerks'." I said.

"See you tomorrow then."

"Yeah, only don't tell my uncle. He'll flip, I'm sure he wants me away from you."

"Why?"

"Probably because he thinks you're dangerous."

"He's a smart man."

"Shut it, Sawyer! If he hears you, he might just ground me to the caves. I don't want that!"

"See you, then." He said. I waved, as I walked away, before walking past my jackass of an uncle, toward the caves. I walked next to a Korean couple, as I matched their speed, I bowed my head and smiled. A Japanese custom, but I hope it got my point across. The woman smiled and the husband glared. Cave people bite. I wanna stay on the beach. Shannon's there, Boone's there, Sawyer's there, Kate's there, even bloody Sayid is there! I'd be fine! I thought as I walked. I started to kick stones as I walked, but I stopped after one hit Jack in the back. I grimaced.

"Sorry, Jack."

We arrived at the caves and I unpacked my bed kit. I made sure to stay as far as I could away from Uncle Charlie, just to get my point across. I could care less if I froze from being away from everyone else. I went outside and found a branch and a bunch of twigs, bound the twigs to the bottom of the branch with a tiny vine, and made a makeshift broom. I swept my sleeping area and then went to give it to Jack.

"You made this?"

"Yeah... so?"

"Why would you think to make this?"

"There are bloody rocks and dirt everywhere, I doubt that anyone wants to sleep on more than they had to. So I made a broom.. Okay?" I said. "Just hand it out to people, or if you like I can clean the cave before everyone gets settled."

"No, that's all right... thanks, Chrys."

"No problem. Just trying to lend a hand." I replied. I walked back to my area and set up my bed kit. I put my backpack under my pillow for more lift. I check my watch, 8:23... Gods it's been a long day. I lay down and cover up and almost instantly fell asleep to the sounds of the fresh water, waterfall falling down. Luckily I had no nightmares that night.

NEXT DAY

I woke up to the sounds of snoring and muttering in someone's sleep. I look at my watch 7:00. Wow... Uncle Charlie bitched me up yesterday at this time and there he was sleeping away. I get up and go outside.

"What are you doing?" Locke asked me as he came out about fifteen minutes later. Just as I was finishing up bathing, using my waterbottle to dump water on me, to wash off soap.

"Using some of the water here to clean up. I haven't showered or bathed in forever and it's getting to me." I replied. Later, I had planned to go to the beach and get into the salt water, but I realized that saltwater would be a bad way to try and clean up. "I'm gonna try and find a lake or something for everyone to bathe in... I even have trail markers ready to go." I said, pointing at my bag, which had bits of pink cloth falling out of it.

"I see, and who was going to go with you? If I may?"

"You're an intuitive man aren't you? Can you guess?"

"I'm guessing Sawyer. But, perhaps Boone as well."

"You may have guessed right. I haven't asked anyone yet. Would you tell my uncle that I've gone to the beach... I would, but I'm not speaking to him... right now anyway."

"Sure."

"Thanks tons, Locke!" I say as I grab my backpack and head off toward the beach. By about 7:45 I'd gotten to the beach and Sawyer was already up and reading. It was titled Watership Down.

"Hey Sawyer." I said as I reached his, formerly Jack's, tent.

"Hey, yourself. What's up."

"Not much. That's a good book you're reading. I've had to read it before for school."

"It's not bad. Seems kind of fitting don't you think."

"Yeah, I guess so. We are trying to make a home in a new, unfamiliar place." I said smiling. Boone passed by and called me. "Be back in a sec." I said to Sawyer. I walk over to Boone. "What do you need Boone?"

"Are you sure you should be hanging with that guy? Your uncle wouldn't like it." He said.

"I don't really care what my uncle thinks. But, please don't tell him, or he'll have me grounded to the caves until either I turn eighteen or we get rescued, whichever comes first."

"Okay."

"Thanks, Boone." I said. I walked back to Sawyer, whom had returned to his book.

"Done talking to pimple boy now?" he asked.

"Sawyer, don't be mean... He's just really weirded out by you actually being friends with someone, let alone me. He's looking out for me."

"So what brought you by here, this morning?"

"I was wondering if you'd like to go on an expedition with me, to find a bathing hole." I asked.

"Why not. Best thing I've got to do around here."

"Sweet." He started to pack a bag and then we headed off into the unknown. Every 10 feet or so, I'd leave a pink trail marker.

"Do I even want to know why you, of all people, had a pink shirt?"

"It was hot pink and said something funny on it."

"What was that."

"It said, 'The closer we are to danger, the farther we are from harm.' It suited me, when I bought it."

He laughed. "That's a good saying. I wish I had something like that."

"Well, I do have this light blue shirt that says, 'Ice Bitch' on it... It might fit you."

He smacked me in the back of the head. "Watch yourself, Sweetcheeks."

I tied another pink marker up, and asked, "Now I have to know. Why do you call me Sweetcheeks and Kate Freckles?"

"Do you really want to know?" he asked with a grin on his face...

"Maybe not, if the reasons make you grin like that!" We walked on in silence for a while stopping now and then to tie up a pink marker, when we found a pond that looked okay. "We need to make sure this isn't just standing water." I said. He and I split and walked around the pond, until I heard Sawyer shout that he'd found an inlet. "I found the outlet too. This is good. It gets warmed by the sun." I said pointing up at out the tree tops were cleared away, letting the sun shine in. "It won't be too cold."

"Awesome, now all of us don't have to worry about stinking so much." I said. Sawyer looked mock offended.

"Are you saying that I stink?" he asked.

"No, in fact, compared to the other guys, you actually smell fine, it's just we girls who are finicky about it." I replied, smiling.

He laughed. "Been smelling me have you?"

"Well last night, it was kind of hard not to." With that, I was suddenly flying through the air and landing in water. "You ass!" I screamed after coming up and catching my breath.

"Told ya not to mess with me."

I stomped out of the water, wringing my hair out as I did so. Then, doing the most childish thing I could think of, I stomped on Sawyer's foot. Then, I stuck out my tongue. "You're lucky my watch is waterproof! Otherwise you'd be giving me yours." We both started laughing then. Once we'd stopped, we headed back, following the trail markers and split off, he going back to the beach to tell people, me back to the caves to tell the others.

Once I got there, Locke looked at me and laughed. "Why are you all wet?" he asked.

"Sawyer threw me into the bathing pond we'd found." I called out to everyone. "Guys come here a sec! I have something to tell you." Once everyone had gathered, I began. "I went out with someone this morning and we found a pond big enough for bathing in. I know from first hand experience, that it isn't too deep in the middle, maybe 5 feet. I wouldn't advise on everyone going, maybe just a few at first... you might want to work it out with the beach people, as they'll know about it too. Maybe wear your bathing suits or underwear... whatever, just don't bathe nude!!!"

"You're the best, dudett!"

"Thanks, Hurley. Follow the hot pink trail markers... they'll lead you there."

Locke looked at me funny, "Hot pink?" he asked.

"Well, it was the most noticeable thing I had in my cases."

"It works." Jack said as he passed by.

"Aren't you going to go, Chrys?" Charlie said.

I didn't answer, just stomped away to refill my waterbottle. Then I sat down on my bed kit and took out my journal and wrote for what seemed like hours. People kept coming by the caves, saying how awesome it was to have a bathing place. After, it seemed all the survivors but one had come by the caves on the way to the bathing pond, the last one finally did.

"You're not gone, Sweetcheeks?"

"Nope, I've had my fill of the pond, thanks to you." I said smiling. "What about you?"

"I'm gonna wait until the excitement cools down, get sometime by myself."

"Cool." I said. He left again and I sighed. It's as though I've made a best friend and a potential crush out of the same guy. I wrote. What happens if I say what I feel, and he just dumps me like I'm nothing? DAMNED DRAMA! Once everyone had come back from the pond. Everything seemed better. Happier even. I'm glad I could help out, make everyone feel better about being here.

A/N: Hope everyone's happy! I updated! Woot! Now for my reviewers... Cookies and comments! passes out cookies to:

Two and Fury

I'm glad it's a semi orignal idea... I'm trying to keep Sawyer in character... I'm not really good at that so much though... I hope I did better with it in this chapter. I'm trying to
have Sawyer have a friend... even if it is an almost 18 year old... just kinda softening his
image... I'm trying to keep is attitude and it's hard to make them both mesh... I know
Caring!Sawyer is in there somewhere... and I'm hoping Chrystalynne will bring that
out.... :) I didn't forget about Kate in this chapter! :)

lostfan

I'm not sure about his attitude yet... I think it'll eventually be like it is on the show... or at
least I hope it will be... I hope that it's better in this chapter at least! Thanks for
reviewing!!!

Becky

I wrote more! Thanks SO much for reviewing!

If I forgot anyone, or if you review Chapter 1, after I upload this I'm sorry!