Dedication: I dedicate this chapter to Ian Somerhalder. Boone was made great due to Ian's dedicated energy. We look forward to having you back next season.
Marc sat on a stump in the caves. He was tired, hungry, but most of all...scared. Scared for Kris's life. He put his face in his hands and shut his eyes tight. Then he heard someone come walking into camp.
Charlie was so happy. He strode quickly into the caves to see where Sawyer had gone. The last he heard, he was there. Charlie wanted the things for the baby, not to converse, but when he walked into camp, he saw a strange man sitting by the fire. He stopped cold and stared. Then Hurley came from behind him.
"His name's Marc. Says he's a marine biologist from Florida. He's just waiting for some good news."
Charlie chuckled slightly, "Like what?"
"Didn't you hear? There's a teenage girl he was with when his plane went down. She's in pretty bad condition. Jack's not sure if she'll make it or not." Hurley placed a hand on Charlie's shoulder and walked away leaving Charlie stunned into silence.
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Inside the tarp, Jack sat waiting for the girl to move. He rubbed his head and blinked a few times to clear his thoughts. Kris had short blonde hair and hazel eyes. She was at least 5'6" and strong for a girl.
He sat watching, waiting. He had traded off with Sun and Sawyer for the past two hours, but her condition hadn't changed. He leaned back and closed his eyes, when all of a sudden he heard someone. He jumped up and ran over to the girl.
"Where am I?" She said so softly that he could barely hear her.
"On an island. How are you feeling?" He asked her. Jack checked her pulse once again. It was much stronger than before, but still a bit weaker than normal.
"My side hurts, and my arm too. Where's Marc? Is he okay?" Kris asked her voice louder.
"Marc's fine. He's sitting outside waiting for news on you."
"And Becca?"
"Becca? I'm sure she's fine." Jack said suddenly nervous. "You just rest now. I'll go get Marc."
Kris laid her head back down, as Jack stormed out of the tarp. He marched toward Marc, half serious and half mad. Marc jumped up quickly.
"What is it? Is she okay?" He asked desperate to find an answer.
"She's fine." He hissed, "But who's Becca?"
"Oh my...oh no."
"How many more people were on that plane with you?"
"Twelve. Becca was Krissy's best friend. She doesn't know that she's..."
"No she doesn't. Look she lost a lot of blood and has no idea what's really going on. You'll have to wait about an hour before you go in there, due to the rise in your blood pressure and the scared look on your face. I don't want her to find out who died." Jack then turned and walked back to where Kris was laying. He shook with anger. Just the thought of Sawyer and Marc leaving out that twelve others had burned to death, just made him furious.
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Back near the crash site…The plane continued to burn, using the last of the fuel it had left. In the water, splashes could be heard, that is, if someone was there to hear them. The splashes were starting to cease as a girl staggered to the beach. She collapsed and fell. Along side her, a cushion from the seat of a plane floated in. The girl sputtered and coughed then fainted onto the sand. She was exhausted and dehydrated. On top of all that…she was alone.
