A/N: Don't get the wrong idea...I'm still going to be updating "Diary of a Teenaged Spitfire" I just got bit by a plot bunny and couldn't resist this... Might be a good idea to read that one first, even if it's not finished... Some stuff in here just references it. But you don't need to.

Disclaimer: I don't own LOST and never will. The only thing I claim is the plot you don't recognize from the show, Chrys, and any other created character I use...:D

They'd taken her nearly ten days ago. Just after the raft had left. She'd said that she couldn't bear to watch Sawyer sail away from the island, away from her. She'd told Claire she was going for a walk in the jungle. Everyone knew she could take care of herself. As the raft had left, the other survivors could see the hurt in Sawyer's eyes.

"Charlie," Sawyer had called. "Where's Chrys?" Charlie looked around at the others, and shrugged.

"She couldn't, man. She said to give you this." He said, handing the taller man a note. Sawyer nodded, and took the note, as well as the bottle with all of their messages in it.

Later that night, people started to worry.

"Shannon, have you seen Chrys?" Claire asked.

Shannon shook her head. "Not since before the raft left. She was curled up in Sawyer's chair, crying."

"Do you think Kate or Sun have seen her?"

"Kate was out at in the jungle all day… in fact I haven't seen her either… And Sun's upset from Jin leaving, and I don't want to bother her."

Claire nodded. "Could you ask around and see if anyone else has seen her?" Shannon nodded.

"I'll ask over that way. You go that way. We'll find her."

At the end of the day though, no one had seen her. Charlie maintained that Chrys was an independent girl, and was at home in the wilderness. But, when night fell, people were worried.

"Jack, we need to find her. What if someone like, Ethan got her?" Charlie asked. His eyes widened. "She's always had a problem with depression. What if-?"

Locke interrupted, "I seriously doubt Chrys went out into the jungle and killed herself, Charlie."

"You don't know, man."

The Raft

"What's that, Sawyer?" Michael had asked.

"A note. From Chrys."

"Have you read it?" Walt asked.

"Not yet. I'm gonna though." Sawyer went and sat at the bow of the raft and in the fading sun

read.

"Lion,
I'm so sorry I couldn't be there to see you and the raft off. Please tell Walt, I'll miss him. I know you're probably so hurt from me not being there that you hate me now… I'm sorry. I just couldn't watch you sail away. It hurt so badly when you were preparing to leave that I couldn't stand it. Funnily enough, you never noticed when I took your broken wrist watch. "

Sawyer looked at his wrist, it really wasn't there. He chuckled and kept reading.

"I put the necklace I gave my father in your red bag. If you want, you could wear it so that you could always have me close to your heart, because that's where you are. I guess I've always been able to express myself better in writing than words, huh? I love you James. I hope you're not too angry with me.
Love always,
Chrystalynne"

Sawyer folded the note up and put it in his pocket. He went back and reached into his red bag, found the locket, and put it on.

Later that night, Sawyer, Michael, Jin, and Walt picked up a signal. But it wasn't what they'd hoped. Instead of rescue, the Others had come to take Walt away, and kill the other three aboard the raft. They shot Sawyer, Jin jumped in after him and the raft exploded.

On part of the raft that still floated, Michael and Sawyer each hoped Walt and Jin were alright, and safe.

"I'm getting tired, man." Michael said. "Talk to me, so I don't fall asleep."

" 'bout what, Mike?"

"What did that note say?"

"Aw, shit!" Sawyer dug it out of his pocket and opened it. It was slightly runny, but still readable.

"So?"

"So what Mike?"

"What's it say?"

Sawyer smirked slightly. "It's from Chrys. Shit… I never told him."

"Who?"

"… Walt." He said hesitatingly. "Chrys said to tell him she'd miss him."

Michael nodded, "She's always been nice to him. Kinda like a big sister." He looked at the horizon, "Well, would ya look at that?"

Sawyer looked as well, "We're home."

With the Others

Always with the running away, Chrys. Always.
Yeah, well I couldn't watch him go away…
He was trying to save you.
I know what he's trying to do… but I don't want him to. I wanted him to stay here.

Chrys stopped in the middle of the jungle and sat down. Pulling her two braids in each hand she cried. "Every…one… always… leaves." she cried between sobs.

"Won't leave."
"Don't die."

Chrys heard whispers in the jungle around her. Wiping her face she looked around scared.

"Hello? Who's out there? Jack? Is that you?"

"Won't leave."
"Don't die."
"Chrystalynne."

She stood and spun in place over and over. "Hello! Who's there?"

She turned the last time and was hit over the head with something and blacked out. The next time she woke up she was in a small cell with two little girls. She got up and screamed out the door.

"Let me out of here, right now! I swear if I ever get out of here… "

"Sit down now, or we'll make ya!" One of them said to Chrys, brandishing a gun.

"Hmph. Fine." She said, plopping down in the little cell. They'd taken her bag, her shoes, even her hair ties.

There were two other little girls in her cell with her. "Hello… My name's Chrys. What are yours?"

The two little girls looked around wildly and shushed her. "We don't tell them! We don't tell them!"

"Hey, hey… it's okay. I'm not one of them. I swear!"

"Wait." They said earnestly. Chrys nodded and fell silent.