"Oh God! Over here! Quick!" Moira heard the woman shouting. She slowly opened her eyes and then promptly shut them when the sun blinded her. She tried again this time lifting her hand to shield her eyes. Her arm felt that it was weighted down though.

"Wh...what happened?" She managed to gasp out. There was an odd pressure on her chest and she found she was having some difficulty breathing. No sooner had she asked the question that the horrible memory of the events on the plane came crashing down on her. The turbulence and then the airplane eventually breaking apart. She felt the tears falling from her eyes and then quickly turned to her side where she brother was supposed to be sitting.

Moira heard the screaming but didn't realize it was herself. Her mind still grasping the sight she was met with. Her brother's lifeless body was still strapped into the seat next to her. The large piece of metal sticking through his chest a clear indication that he was dead.

Moira fought against the hand holding her still but soon her energy began to fail and she was having trouble focusing. Her vision began to blur. Just before she succumbed to the darkness she watched as a blonde haired woman and a tall black man came running towards her.

"Ana!" Moira called as she approached the area where the woman had set up her sleeping area. She was far from the rest of the group seeking solitude. Moira keel to her knees next to Ana and smiled. "I haven't seen you in a few days." Moira said. Ana shrugged and continued to chop at the branch she had.

"Yeah well I've been busy setting things up." Ana said in her usual short manner. Moira nodded her head. She had heard that Jack was looking to set up an "Army" of sorts amongst the group. In order to make them all stronger and able to deal with the Others. After Jack, Locke, Sawyer and Kate had returned and a select few had been informed of what had transpired preparations where being made to ready for anything the Others were willing to throw at them. Moira was still unsure of what exactly they could do against them.

"I heard about the plan to assemble an 'army'." Moira said. Ana looked over at her and nodded her head. "Do you think it's possible?" Moira asked. Ana stopped sharpening the peace of wood into a point and stared out at the ocean.

"I'm not sure. This is a group of peaceable people. While there are a handful of people with some military background not everyone is capable of it. I don't know. But then human nature is to protect oneself so it could be possible." Ana finally said.

They sat there for a few more minutes mostly in silence before Jack came walking over to where they sat. He stood before the two of them and judging from the serious expression on his face he was there to talk about the situation they had just been discussing.

"Hey guys. Listen, Ana, you think we could go to the hatch and go over things. You can take a look at what we have? You, Sayid, Locke, Sawyer, Eko, and myself can all sit down and come up with some sort of game plan. You in?" Jack asked.

"What about me? Can I join in?" Moira asked. Jack looked over at her.

"I don't think it's such a good idea." Jack said. Moira frowned.

"Why the Hell not?" Moira demanded standing up ready to do battle. She wanted to do something and picking fucking fruit was not exactly her most favorite pastime.

"Have you ever fired a weapon before?" Jack asked.

"Yes." Moira said. "I was a member of a gun club back home." Moira said. Jack nodded and then looked at Ana to see what her opinion was.

"Let her." Ana said. The three of them then headed off to the hatch.

When Moira came to some time late she was no longer strapped to the seat but lying down on a beach. She did a quick check of her arms and legs and after struggling for a few minutes was able to push herself into a sitting position. She noticed the makeshift bandage over her chest and after lifting it and seeing that the bleeding had stopped she sighed. She then began to cry. Mitch was dead and she felt an increasing large sense of hollowness in her heart. The image of her dead brother would be forever imprinted in her brain.

"Hey. How are you feeling?" She turned in the direction of the voice and watched as the blonde haired woman came to sit beside her. She was holding a sewing kit in her hand. Before Moira had a chance to ask anything the blonde woman began to talk.

"I found a sewing kit. I need this to sew up your injuries. You have several lacerations on your body and a pretty large one on your cheek. I need to close them up before an infection starts." She said. Moira lifted her hand to her cheek and felt the felt around. She felt the gash and when she pulled her hand away her fingers were covered in blood.

"I'm a doctor." She managed to get out. The blonde woman's face relaxed with obvious relief.

"Thank God. I'm a psychologist. I only have a year of medical experience under my belt. I'm Libby by the way. What's your name?"

"Moira." She said. She then began to instruct Libby on what exactly to do to stitch up her lacerations.

"Why the Hell are you doing this?" Sawyer asked Moira after the meeting was adjourned. Moira looked at Sawyer with a puzzled expression.

"What do you mean?" She asked. She continued to walk to the room she was using. She walked in and then went to sit on the bed but was halted when Sawyer grabbed her arm. She was beginning to really hate when he grabbed her arm to get her attention. She stared at his hand on her upper arm and he let go.

"You shouldn't be doing this. It's dangerous and you could get hurt." He said. Moira laughed aloud.

"Are you kidding me? Wait I get it. Because I'm a woman I shouldn't be involved? Are you going to say the same to Ana? Or does the fact she was a cop preclude her from this treatment? What a fucking joke." Moira said.

"It's not because your a woman - dammit! I can voice my opinion on this. I don't want you involved in this. I don't want to see you...I don't want anything bad happening to you." He finished softly. Moira stopped her pacing and stared at him. What the hell was that supposed to mean?

"I hate to disappoint you but I've already been hurt by this whole fucking experience. I've seen my brother pierced by a piece of metal. I've had my body almost cut to shreds and I've seen people I'd become close to die or come up missing. What else could possible hurt me? I can't just sit by and do nothing. This affects me too, ya know!"

"Well what happens to you affects me. I don't want anything happening to you!" Sawyer shouted. He quickly approached her and grabbed her shoulders. Before she had a chance to say anything Sawyer had bent his head and captured her lips in a bruising kiss that robbed Moira of her breath.

His tongue sought out entrance into her mouth and she was unable to stop herself from opening her lips to give him what he needed. Their tongues dueled together and when she felt she might pass out from lack of oxygen he lifted his lips and continued over her scarred cheek. She gasped at the feeling over the extra sensitive flesh of her cheek and snaked her arms around his neck and tunneled her hands into his hair. His lips made their way down her neck and his hand pulled the strap of the tank top she wore to the side so he could kiss her collarbone.

"Sawyer..." She sighed, her knees threatening to buckle to the onslaught of feelings rushing through her body.

"James." He murmured. He lifted his head to look at her and she gave him a questioning glance. "My name is James."

"Oh." Moira said and then tilted her head to reach his lips. They kissed for several more minutes before Sawyer lifted his head and placed his hands gently on her cheeks.

"Please. Don't join this so called army they are putting together. I don't want you getting hurt, sugar." He said softly. Moira started to respond when she caught of glimpse of someone standing in the doorway. Sawyer noticed her looking and turned around. Both of them looked back at a startled Kate.

"Jack needs to see you Sawyer. For your medicine." Kate said before turning and disappearing.