A/N: 'ello everyone. Sorry that I've flown off the radar for awhile. I was taking part of a 40 day fast with my Bible study group in which we had to give up one personal thing, and mine was fanfiction. I've been spending my spring break trying to catch up. So, here is your update. It's not much, but my muse is being frustrating. Hope ya'll enjoy it!

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Chapter 3: And Round and Round We Go

Time passed, as it always did. Fiona sat in her spot, listening to the intense bustle behind her. There were around fifty survivors, she heard someone say. She shook her head sadly. So few out of so many…silently she mourned the loss of life.

Someone came up behind her, and Fiona turned and tilted her head. This was someone new, someone she had not met yet. She waited as they came up beside her. She suspected that the individual was male, and from the sound of their heavy shuffling, she would wager a rather large male.

"Yo, you're the blind chick, right?" Fiona lifted her head and "looked" in the direction of the voice. She shielded her eyes from the bright sun; though she was blind, direct sunlight still made her eyes water.

"Well, I am blind, and I suppose one could call me a 'chick' if they so desired," she answered. "My name is Fiona."

Though she couldn't see it, the man before her nodded. "Ri-i-ight. Call me Hurley." He awkwardly sat down on the rock next to her. They sat in uncomfortable silence for a moment, and Fiona sensed that he was unsure of how to continue.

"So, um…are you hungry or something? Cause we've got food and stuff from the plane…" Hurley trailed off, clearly unsure as to what the proper thing to say to the blind woman was. Fiona smiled gently.

"What is in your hand, Hurley?" she asked. Hurley's eyes widened.

"An apple," he answered uncertainly. "You want it? I mean, I brought it to see if you wanted it…"

Fiona smiled again, and held out her hand. "Thank you, Hurley. I am touched by your thoughtfulness."

Hurley put the apple in her hand, then snatched his own hand back quickly as though he had touched a hot stove. Fiona laughed. "I'm not going to bite you, Hurley. And blindness is not catching."

"Oh, no, it's not that, just…how did you do that thing, with the apple…?"

"I have many gifts, Hurley. I think you would be surprised by all I can do," she answered elusively.

Hurley stared at her for a moment. "Right. Okay. Well…I'm gonna go now. Lots of stuff to do. So…yeah." He rose and started to shuffle off. Fiona merely smiled and laughed a little.

The wind picked up a little, and Fiona shivered slightly in the fading light of the sun. She stood to her feet slowly and stretched. Fiona sighed heavily, feeling tired of merely sitting, and she could hear the others congregating behind her and off to her left. Sniffing the wind, she smelled burning wood and smoke. Someone had built a bonfire.

Though common sense told Fiona to stay put until John or someone came for her, her pride had taken enough of a beating that day. Stubbornly she decided to move toward the crowd, without the aid of anyone else.

Carefully keeping the ocean to her right, Fiona started down the beach. Hands spread a foot away from her body at waist level, she moved slowly in the direction of the noise. She only stumbled once or twice as she moved up the beach, but as she neared the fire, the smells and noises increased around her and made it more difficult to find her way.

Fiona continued slowly through the minefield of debris, and began to feel more of the heat from the bonfire. However, more people were beginning to mill around her, and her senses were rapidly being overloaded. Suddenly, Fiona's foot caught a piece of debris on the ground and she began to topple over. Just before she hit the ground, a hand caught her arm and hauled her upright.

"Whoa now, sweetheart, don't think ya wanna be goin' that way," a male Southern voice said by her side. Fiona straightened and smiled grimly.

"Thank you," she said. Lifting her head, her clouded eyes caught the light of the bonfire. The man knitted his eyebrows in confusion as Fiona laughed bitterly. "Suppose it serves me right, being all stubborn and not waiting for help."

The man stared down at the young woman at his side and shook his head in disbelief at her attitude. "Well, how 'bout a hand now? Name's Sawyer."

"Fiona." Sawyer took her offered hand and led her towards the bonfire, when a voice stopped them in their tracks.

"Fiona, there you are." John came up behind them. "I was looking for you."

"John," she answered, turning to face him.

"Well, it looks like you're in good hands now. Guess that ends my stint as a Good Samaritan." Sawyer released Fiona's arm. "Catch ya later, Sights."

Fiona laughed as John came up beside her. There certainly were a lot of interesting people on this island.