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Sayid led the way and they headed into the woods. Charlie and Sawyer joined them. After a couple hours they stopped for a break.

"Try it here." Sawyer demanded.

"There won't be any reception here." Sayid said firmly.

"I said check it." Sawyer growled.

"We're still blocked by the mountain." Willow interjected.

"No one asked you Red." Sawyer sighed, shooting her a dirty look.

"Leave Faiths girlfriend alone before she hits you." Kate scowled at Sawyer, who blinked, and gave Faith and Willow a leer. Faith sighed.

"Can we just move on?" Faith asked, rolling her shoulders and waving at the jungle around them. In response, something growled.

"Move on quickly." Charlie agrees. "Running would probably be good." Whatever is growling is heading closer, and the group takes off, leaving Faith and Sawyer in the rear. Looking over her shoulder Faith was surprised to see a bear come crashing through the trees. She stopped and whipped out a gun, not noticing that Sawyer was duplicating the movements. She fired first, catching the bear in the throat, it stumbled but kept coming. Sawyer fired and caught it in the shoulder. Faith shot it in the other shoulder and it fell almost at their feet.

"That's a big bear." Kate comments from behind them.

"It's a polar bear." Willow said, nudging its paw with her toe.

"Is that what killed the pilot?" Boone asked.

"No. Definitely Not." Charlie said slowly. "This is much to small."

"I thought there were no survivors." Faith asked carefully, flipping the safety on the gun.

"Well the pilot was alive." Kate said slowly, looking rather guilty.

"But then something pulled him out through the window and left him faceless in a tree." Charlie added helpfully.

"This place is weird." Willow said, kneeling next to the bear. "Giant tree crushing things, and polar bears, and things that leave faceless bodies in trees."

"Well he wasn't exactly faceless," Charlie went on. "Just mostly faceless." Shannon gagged.

"We get the picture." Faith snapped. "In all its gory detail."

"That can't be a polar bear." Boone spoke suddenly.

"It's a polar bear." Sayid, Kate and Willow all snapped.

"Polar bears don't live in jungles." Boone replied.

"Spot on." Charlie comment sarcastically.

"Polar bears don't live this far south." Shannon pouted.

"This one obviously did." Willow retorted, waving the polar bears paw at her.

"Where did it come from?" Kate asked, looking pointedly at Sawyer.

"Polar bear village." He shot back. "How do I know."

"The gun. Where did the gun come from?" Kate looked at Faith. "And where did you get yours?"

"Oh this baby is mine." Faith countered, slipping the gun into the holster at the small of her back. "I have all the paperwork to carry it internationally. It was in my carryon."

"I got it off one of the bodies." Sawyer interrupted.

"People, well, normal people don't carry guns on planes." Kate snapped.

"They do if they are federal marshals' sweet cheeks." Sawyer said sweetly.

"How do you know that?" Willow asked quickly.

"He had a badge. Took that too." Sawyer retorted.

"I know who you are." Sayid interrupted pointing at Sawyer. "You're the prisoner. That's how you knew he was a federal marshal. "

"Fine fine, I'm the criminal and you're the terrorist." Sawyers gaze slipped over the group and he winked at Shannon. "And who do you want to be?" He practically purred.
Kate kicked him in the shin, and whipped the gun from his grasp.

"How do I take this apart?" She snapped at Faith.

"Button on the grip." Faith and Sawyer said at once. Faith glared at him and went on. "Push it and the clip will eject, hold the grip and pull the top part of the gun." Kate pulled the gun apart, and passed the magazine to Sawyer, the rest of the gun to Sayid.

"We should keep moving." Sayid sighed. "This is getting us nowhere."

"We'll stay here." Faith said, eyeing the bear.

"What?" Boone asked.

"I always wanted me a fur coat." Faith grinned. "Take a couple hours to skin this, and then we'll head back to the beach."

"Its not safe." Charlie objected.

"I have a gun." Faith retorted coolly.

"You sure about this?" Sayid asked, passing Faith two bottles of water.

"Damn skippy." Willow said. "We'll be fine. If we get stuck out here before dark, I've got a lighter." She and Faith smiled determinedly at the group until Sayid sighed and turned to lead the way. They stood in silence until almost ten minutes had passed. "So why are we actually here?"

"Wills, we are stuck here for a while, who knows how the fuck long. That fur could make a nice bed." Faith insisted, kneeling to poke at the bear. "And I wanted to make sure it was just a bear."

"What else could it be?" Willow asked, petting the bears paw sadly.

"Shape changer, demon?" Faith asked, pulling out her knife.

"Its just a bear. And what do you want to do to the skin to make it keep?" Willow asked puzzled.

"You take its brains, and you rub them into the bloody part." Faith retorted. "The second survival thing, had a class on it."

"Ach well now, that's part of it mistress. But there's much more involved." Piped up a voice. Faith and Willow looked around the jungle, and saw no one.

"It's a mass hallucination." Faith said firmly.

"It could be a Scottish ghost." Willow offered, puzzled.

"Ach no. No ghosties or hal-luc-inat-ions." The voice said firmly, drawing out the last word., and then poked Faith in the knee.

They looked down to meet the amused gaze of a six inch tall red head. He appeared to be wearing a kilt. What skin wasn't covered in the kilt was blue.

"Oh my." Willow said faintly.

"Ach oh my!" Piped up another Scottish voice. There were hundreds of little men, streaming from the jungle to stand around and on the dead polar bear.

End this part

Why yes, those are Nac Mac Feegles. They also do not belong to me, and you'll see why I added them to the story as it continues.

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