Chapter 2:

Disclaimer: Unfortunately…I don't own any of the characters from Lost, except for my Asian girl, who currently has no name. (Wait…I still own Charlie)

Jack interrogated Kate as she pulled him through the jungle. "You said she had a broken ankle?"

"Yeah!" Kate shouted.

"Okay. About how old was she?" Jack panted, trying to ask questions and run at the same time.

"I don't know. A teenager—fourteen, fifteen, maybe?" Kate replied. "Oh, look. There's John," she said, stopping abruptly.

"You sure you know what you're doing, John?" Jack asked, staring uneasily at the other man's load.

"Mm," Locke grunted, as he shifted the position of the unconscious girl on his back.

"So, are we going to take her back to the hatch?" Kate asked.

"I think that would be a good idea," Jack said. "I don't have anything with me right now," he said, glaring pointedly at Kate, "but I can take a look at the ankle."

"It would be easier for you to examine her at the hatch," Locke said. "We're almost back to the camp, anyways."

As the three hurried back to the camp, they heard the distinct snapping of twigs ahead. Kate froze. "Do you think it's them?" she whispered. Locke put his finger to his lips, his eyes suddenly glinting with a fierce light.

A moment later, Hurley emerged from the dense foliage. "Dude, what the heck is going on here?" Hurley asked, gesturing towards Locke's burden. "You found some chick in the jungle?"

Jack sighed in relief, shrugged, and then nodded. "Yeah," he responded. "Listen, Hurley, can you go get Sun? Tell her to meet us at the hatch."

Hurley nodded and headed back towards the camp.

"Wait!' Locke said. "Get Libby, too."

Hurley suddenly looked more enthusiastic. "Okay," he said over his shoulder.

In the Hatch

"Okay, let's just set her down on the bed," Kate said, as she filled a glass with water.

"All right, we're going to have to elevate her ankle," Jack said, digging through his bag of medical supplies. Locke found a cardboard box in the kitchen and propped the girl's foot upon it. She seemed to have regained a bit of consciousness by now. Her lips moved slightly, but all that came out was inane babble. Kate tilted her head over the girl's mouth. "I don't think that's even English," she commented.

Sun climbed into the hatch. "Hello," she said, "Hurley told me to come here. What is going on?"

"Hey Sun," Kate said, "we found this girl in the jungle, and—" She was cut off by Hurley and Libby clambering into the Hatch.

"Looks like we've got a little heal-the-mysterious-chick party going on here," Hurley said.

Jack put his hand against the girl's forehead. "Burning," he remarked. "Could someone go and get a wet cloth or something like that?"

"Sure," Libby said, hurrying off into the bathroom.

Jack rinsed off the dirt and dried blood off the girl's ankle as well as he could, then dabbed some strong-smelling ointment onto a bandage. He waited until Libby came back and put the cool cloth on the girl's forehead. "You said you went to med school, right?" Jack asked

"Yeah," Libby replied.

"You know how to set broken bones?"

She nodded, and the two of them yanked the bone back into place. Sun and Hurley winced at the sound. (A/N: I don't really know how to do any of this medical stuff. I'm just making this up as I go.) The girl screamed, her voice cracking. She began to shout hoarsely in another language. "Bu yao! Ma ma, zhe ge chun zi shi zai tai cou le! Wo bu yao chuan ma!" (translation: No! Mom, this dress is so ugly! I'm not going to wear it!)

"Weird," Hurley commented. "Hey Sun! You're Asian! You understand what she's saying, right?"

Sun sighed. "No. I'm Korean. The girl is speaking Chinese."

"But aren't they—"

"No!" Sun said, cutting him off. "They are not the same."

"Okay, okay," Hurley said, "I get it. Sorry."

"Hey, guys," Jack said, "can we get back to helping her?"

"Sorry!" Hurley and Sun chorused.

The rest of the survivors watched silently as Jack and Libby wrapped the injured ankle in the bandage that Jack had previously prepared. "Okay," Kate said. "What do we do now?'

"What do you mean?" Jack asked, frowning.

"I mean, what are we going to do with her?"

"We're going to let her heal," Jack replied.

"Ever consider the possibility that she's one of them?" Kate retorted, as she crossed her arms over her chest.

"She's just a kid, Kate," Libby said, cutting into the conversation.

"Yeah, but they took Walt, too. Who's to say that they didn't just send her as a spy? Like Ethan, except because she's only a teenager, we'd think that she was innocent?"

Locke, who had been quietly watching the starting-to-get-heated conversation from the doorway, suddenly broke in. "It's okay, Kate," he said. "You might be right, but in that condition, she's not going anywhere for a few weeks. If it makes you feel any better, we can tie up her wrists."

Kate shrugged. "But what will we do when she does get better?"

"There will still be a long time to decide. We will have to wait and see," Sun said quietly.

"Okay," Hurley said, "But if she turns out to be a psycho ax killer. I dunno what we're gonna do."

The girl opened her eyes.