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as always, reviews rock my world. I'm hoping to get things moving a bit faster and get on with the story over the next few weeks. I just got season one(lost) on dvd, so inspiration is streaming in.

Faith, Willow and Dawn stood at the waters edge, looking out to sea. Claire, Locke, Lifeguard boy, whose name was Boone, Michael, Walt and the Korean couple stood a few feet back from them, watching in respectful silence. Willow held the tiny bundle of baby and blanket. She bent down, dipped her hand in the water, and then dribbled water over the baby's tiny head.

"I baptize you Joyce Anyanka Summers." Willow said firmly, smiling gently at Dawn.

"I didn't want her to not be baptized." Dawn commented, reaching out to gently take the bundle into her arms.

"Is she a priest?" Walt asked his dad, not too silently.

"Not now." Michael said softly. Faith led the way up the beach to where she had dug the tiny grave. Sayid was waiting there, with a hard plastic suitcase, which he'd lined with what looked like a formal gown. Dawn began to cry silently.

"I thought.." Sayid started, and then faltered. "It was the best that I could do."

"Thank you." Faith said, after a moment of silence, when she realized that Dawn could not speak. "Its um. Its great." Sayid moved forwards and laid a gentle hand on Dawns shoulder.

"I am so sorry." Sayid murmured, and then he headed down the beach to where most of the others where sorting through debris. His leaving taking seemed like a sign for the others, because they all made sympathetic comments and then left. The Koreans were the last to leave, with Sun gently tucking a tiny flower into the babies blanket before moving off.

Dawn clutched the baby tight, crying and pressed a few kisses to the tiny forehead. Then she gently tucked the baby into the suitcase, arranging the delicate fabric of the gown under the infant.

"What if she's afraid of the dark?" Dawn choked out, looking up at Faith.

"There's no dark where she is Dawnie." Faith vowed. "I promise there's no dark." Willow said nothing, but bent and plucked a tiny seed from the ground. She cupped it in her hands, and then placed the now gently glowing seed by the baby's face. "Dawn you don't need to stay." Faith pointed out. "I think it will be.." She bit her lip. "Its not something you need to see."

"I can't watch." Dawn replied shaking her head. "I'll go, I'll go."

"We'll go get cleaned up, and then Dawn can rest some more." Willow interrupted firmly, pulling Dawn away. Dawn and Willow headed down the beach to where the others were piling luggage.

"Jack, Kate and Charlie are looking for the front of the plane." Hurley told them. "You guys hoping to find your luggage?" Willow pointed at two large suitcases that seemed to have taken very little damage.

"Those two are ours." Willow smiled sadly at Hurley. "They don't look too beat up."

"You want a hand carrying them?" Boone asked from behind them. "They look uh, pretty big." He grabbed one and waved his hand towards where the fires were burning. "Want it over that way?"

"Yes please." Willow answered, grabbing the other and just dragging it at her side.

"You guys are pretty lucky." Boone said, then bit his lip in frustration. "I mean, with the luggage. Lots of the others got broken, opened, or burnt."

"Its ok." Dawn muttered. "We had good luggage." She wiped at her eyes. "Did you find any of yours?"

"Found my sisters bag, and I've got my carry on." Boone answered, stumbling on the sand.

"She's the one that's tanning right?" Willow pointed down the beach to where Shannon reclined in a tiny bikini.

"Yeah. She's a little.. full of herself." Boone replied with a sigh. "She's convinced that rescue is just around the corner."

"Its good to stay optimistic." Dawn muttered. "But its funny they haven't come yet." She exchanged a wry look with Willow. Boone dropped the suitcase by the fire and smiled at them both.

"Hey if you need anything, just ask ok?" He offered with a smile. "I'll be down that way, trying to talk Shannon into eating something."

"Let me guess," Willow smiled, dropping to her knees at the suitcases. "She'll eat on the boat right?" Boone rolled his eyes, nodded and headed down the beach.

"Good job on the suitcases." Dawn offered. "Too bad we can't alter that trick to work on people."

"Dawnie," Willow started, but Dawn held up her hand.

"No Willow. Its ok. Its not ok, ok. But its ok." Dawn ran a hand through her hair, and sat on the sand. "Now open the bags because I could really do with a change of clothing." Willow ran her finger along the zipper, and then tugged the zipper open.

"Oh. This is the baby bag." Willow said, tugging it quickly closed.

"No no, its ok. Its got stuff I need in it." Dawn said, moving to kneel next to Willow. She pulled the bag open and rummaged through it for a moment. "We can give all this stuff to Claire."

"What all did you guys end up getting and packing in the baby bag anyways?" Willow asked, lifting an oddly folded piece of cloth. "And what is this?"

"Its a diaper." Dawn retorted matter of factly. "There's a bunch of them, in the good one sized fits till the baby is 2-ish variety. Baby clothes from 3 months to 24 months, 3 out fits in each size, and different pads, of the fabric variety. Blankets, washcloths, and a hand pump."

"A hand pump for what?" Willow asked, tossing the diaper back into the case. "Is it the little thing for getting snot out of the babies nose?"

"You know, you are adorable in a clueless sort of way." Dawn replied, closing the case and zipping it shut.

"What?" Willow asked, pulling the second suitcase over.

"Nothing Willow." Dawn retorted dryly. "Just hope you never have kids."

"This is heavy." Willow whined, choosing to change the subject.

"Then it's probably Faiths kit." Dawn sighed. "I was hoping it was clothes."

They heaved it open to find it full of survival gear. There was an admiring gasp from behind them, and they turned to see Locke, hands full of oranges, peering down at the bag.

"You girls didn't leave much to chance, did you?" He asked, passing Dawn an orange absentmindedly. "How the heck did you get that on the plane? It'd weigh way more than they'd let you take."

"Its charmed." Willow replied shortly, poking amongst the neatly pack case.

"It's a little obvious." Locke said squatting down next to them.

"Be prepared." Willow shot at him.

"Like the boy scouts." Dawn added.

"This is more like the green berets." Locke countered. The wind picked up and Willow shut the case firmly. "Looks like we're in for a bit of rain." Thunder boomed and then it was pouring.

"The cases are water proof." Willow shouted over the rain. "But we are not." She grabbed Dawns arm, and they ran across the beach to the shelter provided by the wreckage. Faith met them there. She pointed out at Locke, he was sitting happily in the rain, looking up at the sky.

"That guy is a little creepy." Dawn shuddered.

"He kinda reminds me of the mayor." Willow said. Faith tensed and then huffed a sigh.

"I should point out that the mayor was never that creepy." Faith said with a slight smile. The conversation died as trees began to crash to the ground in the jungle.

"There it is again." Claire said, peering past them.

"Oh my god." Rose gasped. "What is it?"

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