Chapter 3

Okay, I know these chapters are coming out slowly. But I'm working on it. It's been hard to think of all the stuff I need to write.

Hope you like this chapter. And hope you liked the finale.

Disclaimer: I do not own Lost or any of its characters. This show was created by J.J. Abrams.

Charlie and Locke met Jack and Sawyer at the bottom of the slanted valley wall, where Sayid still lay.

Locke had ordered Charlie to run back to their camp as fast as he could to get a stretcher. They couldn't carry Sayid with nothing there for support.

Jack tended to Sayid's wounds with what he had stashed in his backpack. He always made sure he carried his supplies just incase.

"Locke, gather up some thin bamboo sticks, about the length of his arm. I need to make a splint. Quick." Jack pulled out bandages from the first pocket. He turned to Sawyer who stared in disgust at the crumpled man. "Sawyer, I need you to hold his arm as straight as they'll go."

Sawyer groaned in protest, but did what he was told. "This is one hell of a mess we're in."

Ethan stood at the top of the cliff, unnoticed by the crash survivors. That Arab had gotten in his way. It was the Arab's fault, not his own. He chuckled at the site of pain, and the smell of blood. Such a sweet, sweet smell. No one would stop him. They may have vowed to take his life, but they would not succeed. I'm too good for them. He shook his head, turning back to the jungle he had called home for so long.

Charlie burst through an opening onto the beach, gasping for air. "Boone!" He turned searching for the familiar gray shirt that Boone always wore. "Boone! I need your help!"

Boone stood from where his sister also lay. "What! What now?" He grabbed Charlie roughly by the arm and pulled him close. "What's wrong?"

Each word came out in one long sentence. "Sayid is…is hurt, he's bleeding, his arm is broken…we need a stretcher…you have to help us, please!"

"Charlie, calm down! I'll help you." Boone ran for Shannon, telling her he'd be back later in the night. She rolled her eyes not bothering to answer. He grabbed the stretcher and started into the jungle. "You lead the way, Charlie."

Just as Locke had returned with the sticks, Boone and Charlie burst onto the scene with the stretcher, made of twine and cut bamboo.

"Bring that over here." It was Jack.

Boone stopped, shocked by what he saw in front of him. "S-Sayid…? Is that really Sayid?"

"Boone, give me the stretcher." Jack took the stretcher from his hands. "Yes, this is Sayid."

"What happened?"

Sawyer answered for Jack. "It's a long story. We'll let ya know when we get back."

Sawyer grabbed Sayid by the arms, while Jack grabbed him by the legs. Boone and Charlie held the stretcher and lowered it slowly to the ground. Jack voluntarily took the spot of carrier, but they needed one other. "Who wants to help me carry?"

Locke stepped forward taking the stretcher in hand. "I will."

Shannon lay quietly soaking up the afternoon heat. She had been in the same spot all morning. This is what she enjoyed the most; tanning.

"Shannon!" From behind her, she heard her name. What now?

She sat up slowly and lazily, turning to see who was calling her. "What?"

"Shannon, Sayid is hurt. Find us a place to put him!"

Shannon stood up in enough to meet Jack and Locke face-to-face and with them Sayid. She gasped at the sight of Sayid's mutilated body. Face white, hands shaking, she pointed them in the direction of the covered shack.

Jack set to work immediately, sewing deep cuts, drenching them in alcohol. His russet eyes darted continually from one cut to the next; bandage to cut and back again. "Come on, Sayid. Everything's going to be okay. I promise."

Sayid groaned acknowledgement. He was in too much pain to speak, to move.

"Calm down. Everything's going to be okay." Jack did his best to keep Sayid from freaking out. "Just a couple more minutes of fixing. I'll leave you to rest when I'm done."

Sayid groaned again. He shook his head and lifted his good hand to cover his eyes. Pain was evident upon his face. This pain was Ethan's infliction. And Ethan would pay.

Sawyer, Kate, Boone, and Charlie were now responsible for finding Claire and bringing her back. Safely. They were afraid. They didn't want what happened to Sayid to happen to them. Sawyer was now tracking for their group. No one knew that he was capable of such a thing, but they didn't protest.

Charlie hadn't spoken. Now that he knew what Ethan was capable of; marring a man who had mistakenly been caught off guard, he was afraid of what Ethan had done to Claire.

Sawyer's thoughts were wandering once again. He'd been thinking about the same thing over and over again. He'd never been in love. Ever. But that didn't mean it wasn't possible.

Kate was on her guard. She wouldn't let Ethan hurt another person. Period. "Boone."

Boone looked up startled, for not one of them had spoken in a while. "Yeah?"

"Are you sure you want to hang around? Shouldn't you be back with Shannon?" Kate wasn't trying to get rid of him, but she knew what Shannon was like. When she wanted something she'd get it, whether she had to go out into the woods to find it, or get someone else to.

"She'll be fine." And that was what Boone had been thinking about. Shannon. She was beautiful in everything that she did, in every aspect. He couldn't pass her up for any other girl.

Sawyer stopped in his tracks, everyone else following suit.

Kate gasped. Charlie started talking. "Why are we stopping? We have to get going. Sawyer…" He stopped. There on the ground in front of them lay a young girl.

Her hair was a dark shade of brown, her skin pale, eyes closed. She was clothed in a white dress; so white that she shone like the sunlight.

"Where did she come from?"