AN: Well, here is the 6th chapter. Enjoy! Don't forget to review.

Disclaimer: I don't own Lost, but if I did, we would be having new episodes every week, lol.

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"…I can talk to the dead."

Silence had filled the tent. All that I could hear was the ocean and some of the survivors. Sawyer was now looking at me strangely and I was giving him the death stare. "That's some secret you have, Miss Cleo," he said with a smirk. I could feel my nostrils flare up with anger. "Why do you do this?" I asked.

"Do what?"

"Take people's stuff."

"Because its fun."

I rolled my eyes and noticed that my journal was held loosely in his hand. I lunged for it and his eyes grew wide when I had tripped over something. I had tackled him and was now laying on top with my hand holding my journal for dear life. Then something like a movie showed in my head. One of Sawyer's memories had entered my mind.

A little boy under a bed. Pounding on the door. Arguing which I believe was between a man and a woman. A gunshot. I feel the little boy is scared. A pair of cowboy boots. Someone sits on the bed. Another gunshot. Then the memory ends and I return back to reality. Sawyer is now yelling at me to get off of him. I stand up and just keep staring at him. "What are you looking at?" he snapped.

"Why were you under the bed?" I asked him. He gives me a confuse look. "Excuse me?" "Why were you under the bed?" I asked again. Sawyer realizes what I was talking about. "Get out."

"No, I want-"

"Get out!"

He pushes me out and throws my journal into my lap. I stand up and brush the sand off of my clothes. "You know, one of these days, you're going to-," I was about to say when he interrupts me. "Haven't you noticed that I given your precious journal back? Now go run along with that 'VH1 has been' friend of yours because this cowboy ain't gonna talk." He sat down and picked up a book and started to read.

I sighed and went back to the spot that Boone and I were at. I grabbed my things and headed to the caves to find a better hiding place for my journal.

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The sun was starting to go down and the bon fires were set. I was sitting near one and eating my dinner which was a couple pieces of boar meat, some fruit, and water. I was also trying to write in my journal and not getting any food in it. The weather was starting to cool down and a nice breeze was coming from the ocean.

"Move to the beach," I suddenly heard. I jerked my head up and started to look to see where the voice came from. Nothing. All I saw were the survivors talking with each other. I shrugged my shoulders and went back to my writing.

"Move to the beach. Move to the beach. Move to the beach."

It kept repeating over and over again. "Fine! I will!" I yelled. The people that were around the fire I was near looked at me strangely. Hurley, who was sitting near me, also stared at me. "Dude, are you ok?" he asked. "Yea, I was just, um, yea, never mind. I'm going to caves for something," I babbled. I got up and quickly walked to the path towards the caves. I went to my little space and started to grab my two heavy bags plus my small bag.

I felt someone watching me and I looked over to see Walt staring at me. "Hey," I said. He waved back. "Watcha doing?" "Moving to the beach," I told him. "Oh, why?" he asked. "Well, I just need a change of scenery," I lied.

"Oh, ok."

Then it hit me. This kid has a power that I don't know. I keep seeing polar bears in his head. A couple of days ago, Charlie had mention polar bears, but Jacey told me that there weren't any.

"Do you need any help?"

"Yea, that would be great," I told him. He smiled and went over to grab one of my bags. My jaw dropped when he picked up one of my heavy bags easily. I grabbed the other two bags and we started to head out. He stopped suddenly and my fear started to rise. Walt and I at the same time looked over to the opening that led to the jungle.

There was a man and he had the creepiest smile. "Ethan," I heard Walt say. I turned to Walt and told him to go get help. He dropped the bag and ran out. I looked back and he was just standing there, staring at me. "What do you want?" I asked him. "Hello Kristin. I came for Claire."

"You're not getting her." He started to walk towards me and I just stood there because of fear. He stopped a couple of feet from me. I tried to see his thoughts, but something was blocking me from doing it. "I know what you're trying to do," he said. My eyes widen. "Why did you take me away?"

"You know things that we don't."

"Whose we?"

"Where is she?"

"I'm not going to tell you."

He places his hands on my shoulders gently and it sends shivers up and down through my spine. "Didn't your friend Charlie tell you about my warning? If you don't give me Claire, I will kill them one by one." Fear started to grip me more and more. Where's Max when I need him? 'Max, please help me,' I thought.

"I told you, you're not getting her," I said and I tried to throw his hands off of me. His grip was too strong for me and he put his face close to mine. "You've been warned," he said and it sent another wave of chills. He pushed me with all of his strength and my back and the back of my head hit the cave wall. I dazed out and slid to the floor. I could see Ethan searching my bags. Moving was not an option because it sent pain through my back. I blacked out while hearing 'Hold on Kristin. Help is on its way.'

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"Kristin, can you hear me?"

"God, look at this bloody mess!"

"I found the kit."

"Thanks Boone. I need you to take that bandage and apply pressure to the cut on her head."

"Hey, she's opening her eyes."

I open to find myself lying on my side and Jack was in front of me, looking for something in the first-aid kit. Trying hard not to move my body, I strained my eyes to see Boone behind me. I felt the bandage on my head. I saw Charlie picking up some clothes and he looked up. "Oh, hey, I'm picking up your things," he told me. "You don't have to." I sat up and Boone held onto me so he could keep the bandage on.

"Kristin, don't get up too fast," Jack told me. I understood what he meant because I started to see black spots and the cave room started to spin. I was about to fall back, but Boone caught me in time. "Thanks," I told him. He smiled and I heard Jack say to hold still. I felt something wet on my head and yelped in pain. "I know, sorry, but the cut needs to be cleaned. Thankfully, you don't need any stitches," Jack told me.

I sighed with relief. I don't know how I could handle having Jack stitching me up. "Ok, I'm going to check your back." Boone had moved over to my left side and I felt Jack lifting up the back of my shirt. "You got scratched up pretty good. Try to hold still again." I nodded and closed my eyes to wait for the sting of the alcohol. I jumped when it was applied and I grabbed Boone's hand. Blushing, I pulled my hand away and apologizing under my breath.

"Don't apologize," he said. He picked up my hand again and I felt my cheeks burning. I tightened my grip as Jack cleaned the scratches on my back. "I'm done," Jack announced. As he was putting things away, I asked Boone to help me up. I also thanked Charlie for picking my things up. "No problem, but you're missing a few things," he said. "Like what?" I asked. He held up an empty box of AA batteries. I laughed and so did Boone.

"Why would Ethan need batteries?"

"I don't know, but the question I like to know is what did Ethan want from you?" Jack asked me. "He asked about Claire," I told them. "He threaten you, didn't he?" Charlie asked. I nodded and he shook his head. "You should stay here tonight and we will have someone keep an eye out for you," Jack said.

"No, I'm camping out on the beach until he's captured," I said. "Kristin, I don't think that's a good idea," Boone said softly. "Yes, it is. He knows where I am and I'm not going to get hurt again." Everyone's eyes looked at Jack and he nodded. "But I want you to sleep near the group, understood?" Jack said. I nodded and he left to go back to the beach.

I grabbed one of my heavy bags, but Charlie told me not to carry it around due to my 'back injury.' "It's just scratches," I told him. "I know, but friends help out other friends," he said with a smile. He picked up my bag and headed out towards the beach and Boone and I followed him. Boone carried my other bag while I carried the small one.

The scratches on my back made me slow down, but we got to the beach safely. A group of people were sleeping near a bon fire, while a few others were awake and enjoying each other's company. Charlie and Boone quietly set my bags down and Charlie left to check up on Claire. "Thanks for your help," I told Boone. "No problem. You should wish me luck tonight," he said.

"Why?"

"A group of us are on watch tonight to look out for Ethan."

Fear came over me when he told me this. "Tell him to stay awake," said a voice. I obeyed and said, "Boone, please stay awake during the watch." He looked at me strangely. "Of course I will. Have a good night," he said and left. I had a feeling that he wouldn't and prayed silently to God to keep everyone safe. "Kris?" said a familiar voice. I turned to find Charlie.

"Hey Charlie. Is Claire fine?"

"Yea, she's doing great."

"Good to hear."

"Well, anyway, I need to talk to you about something."

"Ok, but can you help me sit down. My back is hurting." He helped me and he sat next to me. I finally got comfortable and he spoke up.

"When Walt came running out from the path and screaming for help, I knew he was back. Jack tried to calm him and he finally said that Ethan was in the caves with you. And…"

"Go on."

"I was afraid that he took you."

"Charlie…"

"Let me finish."

I smiled and nodded my head for him to continue.

"Jack ran to the caves with Boone behind. I also followed. When I saw you on the floor and breathing, I sighed in relief. I was glad he didn't hurt you like he did to me and Claire."

I smiled. "I'm glad to have you as a friend."

"Me too."

"So, when are you going to admit to Claire that you have a crush on her?"

"Huh?"

"You know what I mean. The way you look at her when you think no one is watching and the way you are protecting her."

"We're just friends."

"Yea, right."

He laughed and I could see his cheeks turning red. "What about you and Boone?" he asked. "What about him?" I said. Oh, I know where this is going. "I saw the way you looked at him tonight. I also saw when you grabbed his hand," he said with a laugh. "Jack was cleaning my scratches. It was a reflex," I said. He rolled his eyes and said, "I bet you didn't notice he was also 'looking at you.'" "He was not! We're just friends, nothing else," I argued back. He laughed. "He was too, but what's strange is that he looks at Shannon that way too."

"Yea, it's because he's over protective."

"Maybe he's over protective of you."

I snorted and laughed. "Did you just snort?" he asked. I laughed and nodded. He started to laugh harder. We continue until a familiar Southern accented voice said "Would you two please shut the hell up!"

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AN: Well, this is what I would call the end of the first half. I'm sorry for taking so long. Last week was just crazy! I had an art history test plus a drawing assignment due. So I decided to write this chapter before the crazy week started and I didn't like it after I read it when the week was over. It took me about two days to re-write this and I'm now satisfied with it.

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