Disclaimer: No matter how much I'd like to, I'll never own Lost or its characters or its beautifully crafted plotline...

Note: Written and takes place just after One of Them

Charlie sauntered over to where the girl was set. "Yea, that's me," he said, taking a knee next to her. "Y'know, I never got to sign that picture for you." Her hand found its way into the right pocket of her jacket. She pulled it out of her pocket and slowly handed it to Charlie. He accepted it and pulled out the marker. He hadn't used it since he had replaced the F on his bandages to an L. Fate. Maybe all of this was fate. Predestined. How could anyone ever know?

He scrawled something down and handed it to her. "To a loyal fan, Daphne- Still on the bloody island… but have hope. Fate brought each of us here. You've relieved a burden you know nothing about, so thank you." He knew it was cheesy, but he couldn't really think of anything clever. He just wrote what came to him, and he didn't care. He finished it off with his big, rather loopy, rock-star signature. It felt good to write it. It had been a while since he had written it for a fan, and in every stroke the guilt of how he had acted on the plane evaporated.

He handed it back. God, that felt better. The incident on the plane, now nearly forgotten, had been plaguing him up to this moment as much as it had been. It was finally off his chest.

"You remember my name?" She looked pleased.

"Remember?"

"Er… yeah. I mean, I must've told you my name on the plane. Otherwise, how would you know it?"

"Right then. So, you're probably asking the question: where the bloody hell are we?" The girl nodded. Charlie began to explain, omitting certain details about polar bears and monsters made of black smoke and how the rescue team was searching for them in the wrong place.

He thought about whether or not he should tell her about the Others. He had a feeling that they were who took her in the first place. He decided against it, with things going the way they were. She would probably know soon enough.

"Oh yeah, and we found a hatch."

"You found the hatch?"

"What?"

"How did you get inside?"

"How do you know about the hatch?" Charlie asked, now a bit chary about her.

"I didn't. Just sounds interesting," she replied with a hint of panic in her voice.

"Charlie, why are you the only one who recognizes her?" Kate asked.

Sun showed up. Jin spoke to her. "Jin says he recognizes her. From the terminal. It is fine," she translated.

"Oh, yeah! I saw her sitting between Arnzd and Steve!" Hurley remembered.

"I'm right here!" Steve called out. "You mean Scott."

"Yeah, sorry dude. But if they were here, they probably would've been the first to say somethin'."

"Oh, you guys probably want to know. Her name's Daphne."

"Were there other survivors?" Daphne asked.

"There were more of us… this island is different, Daphne. A few of us aren't here. Sun and Libby are at Sun's garden. Who knows where Mr. Eko's off to. And Michael ran off in search of his son."

"Michael?"
"Yeah. His son, Walt… went missing."

"Hm."

Each castaway introduced him or herself to Daphne. Even, surprisingly, Sawyer, who had been even more detached since Hurley was angry with him and Kate was the only one who was still really speaking to him. Sawyer leaned up next to Daphne and handed her something. Kate watched from aside, wondering his real motive for being so nice to this new member of the crew.

As Sawyer disbanded, Claire walked up to the girl with Aaron in tote. "Hi, I'm Claire," she aid, rocking the baby back and forth. "And this… is Aaron"

"He's so cute…" Claire smiled.

"His head reminds me of a turnip."

"What?" Claire was slightly disturbed by the similarity between her comment and Charlie's.

"Oh, shoot. Sorry. I didn't mean to make fun. I think it's adorable…"

"No, that's not it. Charlie said exactly the same thing."

"Really?" she looked satisfied with herself. Claire found the reaction odd. "Y'know, I'm kind of obsessed with Driveshaft." Claire had noticed. She wore the same black nail polish on only her right hand and a blue hoodie emblazoned with a giant D.S. on the back.

When Claire and Charlie first met, he decided not to play the "I'm in a band" card. She respected him for that. She was barely surprised when she found out. She knew he looked familiar, but hadn't said anything. She guessed it didn't really matter now.

"Um, you could hold him if you like" Claire began to hand the baby over when a memory flashed for a split-second before her eyes. She saw a dharma station in the jungle and she remembered the girl- Daphne- stumbling beside her.

Claire pulled Aaron back toward her. Daphne frowned. "What's wrong?" she asked, and a wave of fear swept her face.

"Oh, nothing… Sorry, I'm always a bit reluctant to just hand him over. Here you go."

Daphne held the baby.

Hurley was next up. He was his usual, amiable self and got off with her great right away. "Hey I'm .Hurley. Dude, if you ever need something, just ask. There's a record player in the hatch, too. If you wanna listen to some Geronimo Jackson or somethin'."

"There's a record player?" Her curiosity about the hatch manifested again.

"Yeah. I had a CD player I kind of found in the wreckage, but it's out of batteries."

"You found my CD player?"

"Huh?"

"Yeah, that was mine… sorry about the selection. It was just a bunch of random songs on there. Joe Purdy, Willie Nelson, Damien Rice. It's not even my CD. A bunch of songs, my friend's songs to calm the nerves. I'm not a great flyer… But, I've got some batteries. She pulled a couple of AA's from her pocket.

"Sweet."

"And I've got this…" she pulled a cracked jewel case from her pocket. "Oil Change… One of my most prized possessions." She grinned. "They let me hold onto it…" she stopped.

"What?"

"The airport security I mean."

"Why wouldn't they?"

"Um, so, what have you guys been eating here?"

" Oh. There was a bunch of food, but we kind of had a feast. But…" Hurley secreted a jar of peanut butter from his pocket and handed it to Daphne. She pocketed the jar, no one else saw. "Locke catches boars and stuff to eat sometimes. Plus, there's lots of fruit. Jin's an awesome fisherman. He can like, grab fish with his hands. Totally Karate Kid. And, we have our very own island golf course. Thanks to me." He smiled, then looked at the CD case. Etched in it were numbers. 4. 8. 15. 16. 23. 42. His smile faded. "Later…" he said, stumbling off backward to where he slept.

Locke introduced himself with a firm handshake. "So you're from Tustin, huh?"

"Yeah, you've been there?" she asked, surprised.

"I used to work in a box company in Tustin." He wanted to ask her more questions. About Tustin. To be sure that she wasn't lying. He decided not to for fear of seeming to anxious.

He was exceptionally suspicious about her, despite Charlie's reassurance that she had been on the plane. Now, thinking back, he could remember seeing her in the airport lobby, headphones blaring.

Still, something seemed off about her. How had she survived this whole time on the island without running into them? Why hadn't she been with the fuselage survivors or the ones from the tail end of the plane? Had she been in first class? No. That didn't make sense. She was sitting near Charlie. Moreover, how had she lost her memory? It made little sense to him.