PART 3

Walt watched as the water in his bottle slowly filled up, tapping his fingers anxiously. When it reached the top, he screwed the cap on it and stuck it in a small back with another bottle in it, along with Vincent's tennis ball and a coconut shell. He had found it the other day and decided it would make a good water bowl for Vincent. He zipped up the bag, and slung it around his shoulder. Scanning around for his dog.

"That's funny, he was right beside me." He muttered quietly to himself.

Sawyer brushed past him, Walt called out to him.

"Hey Sawyer!"

Sawyer slowly turned around, obviously annoyed.

"What!" He almost screamed.

Locke and Claire, who were sitting nearby, turned their heads.

"Look's like someone got up on the wrong side of the bed this morning." Locke remarked, looking back at a piece of wood he was whittling. Sawyer glared at him.

"You seen my dog? Vincent?" Walt continued with his question.

Sawyer turned around and started to walk away,

"No, I haven't seen your dog."

Suddenly, a load of dirt hit Walt from the back.

"Hey!" he exclaimed. He turned around to see Vincent furiously digging in the ground, continuously throwing more dirt at Walt. Dodging the dirt, he grabbed Vincent, who turned and started licking him in the face.

"Vincent stop it!" He said gently hitting and pushing him away.

When he stopped, he put the leash on him, and started running towards the Jungle. Going around the corner, he ran smack into Jack.

"Whoa! Where are you going in such a hurry?" He bent down to Walt's level, and picked up his bag for him, which unzipped and it's contents spilled out.

"I'm going… uh to find some fruit to uh… to feed Vincent." Walt started putting the water bottles back in bag.

"You need 3 water bottles?" Jack asked helping him.

"Well… yea, one bottle is for Vincent and the other 2 are for me." He replied digging through his back trying to find the coconut. Jack handed it to him.

"Thanks" Walt replied, they both stood up, and Vincent started tugging on the leash.

"Well, I better get going, uh… I think Vincent's pretty hungry. Bye!" He headed off into the Jungle towards the beach.

"Wait, Walt! I don't think it's a good idea to go alone!" Jack called after him, but he had already disappeared.
"Hey Locke!" He called out. "If anybody needs me I'll, either be at the beach, or around the fruit tree's." After that Jack sprinted off after Walt.

"Go get it Vincent!" Walt semi-shouted, and threw the ball. Vincent rushed after it like a mad man. Nikki laughed.

"Did you ever have a dog?" Walt asked trying to retrieve the ball from Vincent's mouth.

Nikki's smile slowly faded away.

"Yea, I have or I guess had, one. Her name was Rosabella."

Walt looked at her as sadness filled her face.

"Did something happen to her?" He asked bending down to pet Vincent.

Nikki slowly nodded "Yea, my parents made me give her away…." She trailed off, looking away in the distance. "But I still got to see her every once in a while, in fact, when I left home she was the healthiest 13 year old Dalmatian you'll ever see!" She smiled a little.

Walt handed her the ball, "Do you want to throw it?" He asked, not sure if she wanted to bring back painful memories.

Nikki quickly nodded, and took the ball.

"Back at home, I'm famous for being able to trick any dog into believing I threw the ball." She laughed, fingering the ball.

Walt smiled, "I'd like to see you do that, Vincent is really smart."

"I can! Watch." Nikki replied.

She faked the ball one way and with the same hand, she threw it around her back the other way. Vincent fell for it and ran around in circles trying to figure out where it went.

Walt stood there astonished. "How'd you do that!" he cried.

Nikki smiled, "I'll show you, let me go get the ball." She replied headed the way the ball went.

Meanwhile Jack had been trying to follow Walt's trail. "Walt!" He yelled into the Jungle. "Where are you?" Twap Something whizzed through the air and hit him in the shoulder. "Ah!" He jumped back startled. Glancing down, a tennis ball was rolling on the ground. Something rustled in the bushes and Nikki burst out. She abruptly halted and stared at Jack. A wave of fear took over her.

She spun around and ran as fast as she could.

"Stop!" Jack called and started running after her.

Nikki ran past Walt like the speed of lightning.

"Hey stop!" Jack said as he ran past him.

Walt deeply confused grabbed Vincent's leash and ran after Jack.

Tears filled Nikki's eyes as she ran, blurring her vision. She tripped over a rock, which threw her over a log, and as she sailed over the log, she smacked her leg against it. Crying out in pain, she fell to the ground. She lay there, still crying, not knowing what to do, she couldn't move her leg. Within a minute Jack was by her. She tried to drag her self away. But Jack grabbed her injured leg. She screamed in pain. Then Walt came on the scene, confused, dragging Vincent behind him.

"Hey, calm down." Jack said trying to keep her still. "Stop!"

Nikki froze in fear.

"Listen to me, I'm a doctor, ok?" Jack stared at her for a minute waiting for her reaction, then examined her leg. "Who are you? What is your name?"

Nikki still just lay on the ground, watching him.

Jack turned around to Walt, "Who is she!",

"uh...she..." Walt stammered.

As Jack turned his back to her, she scrambled to get up and keep running, but Jack grabbed her.

"Her name is Nikki and she was on the plane." Walt finally finished.

Jack held her firmly, while she balanced on one foot. "Please let me go." she breathed

"We're going back to camp, NOW." Jack proclaimed, and motioned for Walt to follow him.

"Let me go! You may be going back to camp, but I'm not!" Nikki started squirming, making it hard for Jack keep his grasp.

"Your leg is broken, you're coming back." Jack informed her as he picked her up.

Jack, carrying Nikki, and Walt stepped out of the Jungle. Nikki still furious, and a little scared, avoided everybody's stares and whispers. She estimated about 25 – 30 people. There was only one other kid besides Walt, a bald guy, a really fat guy, and some others.

"Jack!" Kate called over to him. "What is going on?"

"Not sure yet." Jack explained shortly as they walked into the medical tent.

"My leg is not broken." Nikki muttered.

"She was on the plane too." Walt informed them.

"Walt!" a voice was heard outside, and Walt immediatly left the tent.

Jack got out some supplies to treat her cuts. Nikki watched Jack intensely, with her jaw set, and didn't say a word.

"Can you move your ankle?" Jack said after examining her leg.

Nikki remained silent.

Jack quickly pushed her toes down slightly, she drew in a deep breath as pain shot through her leg.

"Right, you probably broke your ankle." He watched Nikki fight tears, "I think she might of broken her leg in two places." Jack said examining a swollen spot on her shin.

Kate made a face and handed him a bandage to wrap around her leg.