Hey, I just wanted to let you guys know that because I'm adding a new survivor, the dialog between the characters will change. Let me know if this is a good idea, because I want to stay true to the plot while also making it my own. Anyways, here's Chapter 2!

Lyla woke up from her deep slumber, forgetting for a moment that her plane had crashed onto an island. She stood up slowly, cautious to not cause anymore damage to her arm. She made her way towards a group of survivors, that were gathered around a burned out fire pit.

"-You think we should do something about the, uh... B-O-D-Y-S?" Asked a larger man, with semi long curly hair. Lyla recognized him from last night, Jack had sent him away along with a shorter man, who had his black hoodie up.

"What are you spelling, man, bodies?"

"B-O-D-I-E-S." Corrected the young kid, who resembled the man who had spoken just moments before.

Lyla couldn't help but chuckle at the irony of the situation, while also making her presence known throughout the group.

"You're the girl from last night." The shorter, blonde one said. Revealing his British accent that she didn't notice from the night before. "The one that came flying out of the falling jungle." He continued, as if seeing her was the craziest thing he had ever witnessed.

"Yup, that's me." She replied, feeling slightly uncomfortable, knowing that everyone's eyes were on her. Lyla felt like the new girl, even though she found the survivors only a few hours after the crash.

"Well." The middle eastern man said, breaking the silence within the group. "I think that's a great idea." He said, referring to doing something with the bodies, like the larger man suggested.

"No, they'll deal with it when they get here!"

Suddenly, Jack appeared behind Lyla. "Hey, how are you feeling?" He asked her, gently placing a hand on her shoulder.

She looked up at him, smiling at the warmth of his touch. "I'm good, thanks."

"Anyways..." He continued, averting his attention back to the group as a whole. "We go out to look for the cockpit. See if we can find a transceiver, to send a distress signal, help the rescue team. You're going to need to keep an eye on the wounded. If the guy in the suit wakes up, try to keep him calm, but don't let him move that piece of shrapnel. Understand?" She followed his gaze down to an attractive man, with piercing blue eyes and short, messy brown hair. The second part being directed towards him. "Lyla, would you mind helping him as well?"

Lyla nodded, although she was confused as to why Jack wanted her to help as well. Nonetheless, she agreed, while keeping a slight smile on her face, with the hopes of it appearing like she had confidence in her task.

"Yeah, we got it. What about the guy with the leg? The, the tourniquet." Asked, the man who was also responsible for the wounded, alongside Lyla.

"I stopped the bleeding. I took it off last night. He... he should be alright."

"Yeah. Cool. Good job."

Lyla turned, removing herself from Jack's grasp in order to head down the beach. She hadn't stayed for the rest of the conversation, knowing that her part in it was finished. She glanced back, and watched as Jack took off with the British man towards a tall brunette. She wished that she could go with the three, but she already agreed to help the man about her age with the wounded survivors.

Lyla sat silently next to the man with a piece of shrapnel in his chest, who she heard was a Marshal. Something like that. She watched over him in pity, knowing that any effort to save him was hopeless. It was only a matter of days until the man died, he needed medical attention in a hospital if he had any chance of surviving. Even Jack couldn't do much out here, and Lyla knew that deep down inside Jack believed he couldn't save the man as well.

"Poor guy..." She heard a voice behind her. Lyla looked behind her shoulder and was met by the same piercing blue eyes she recognized from earlier. I guess he came with the same intention to check on this man as well.

"Yeah, he's not looking so good." Lyla sighed, and focused her attention back to the Marshal. "There's not much we can do though." She admitted, feeling completely helpless.

"Maybe the rescue team can, they'll come eventually. He just needs to hold on a little longer." He said, trying to sound as optimistic as he could. Even though, Lyla wasn't sure she believed what he was saying. Instead, she nodded her head slightly. She gave the Marshals hand a slight squeeze, making sure she didn't hurt him, before standing up and brushing the sand off from underneath her.

"I'm gonna go check on the others." She mumbled, making her way towards the exit of the tent. Lyla's shoulder brushed him as she walked by, trying her best not to make much eye contact.

"Hey!" He yelled at her, as she was already a few feet away from the tent. Lyla stopped in her tracks. She could hear him running towards her, but she didn't turn around. Suddenly, she jumped slightly at the touch of his hand on her forearm. He turned her around to face him, but didn't do it in a aggressive manner. She slowly tilted her head up, so their eyes locked. "I uh... I don't know your name."

"I'm Lyla." She quickly told him, before escaping from his grasp and continuing down the beach. A rush of guilt came over her. She felt bad for just walking away like that, but her mind was too focused on something else.

"I'm Boone by the way!" She heard him yell from a few feet away, causing her to glance back but only to find that he was already gone.

After making her way around to every injured person on the island, Lyla decided that she needed to have a break. She had laid a blanket down on the sand, and was relaxing out in the sun with Claire and Shannon, who she met earlier on in the day.

"Hey. We're going through some clothes, sorting them. I see you found your bag. Come on, do you want to give us a hand?" Boone asked Shannon, as he approached the group. Lyla glanced up at Boone to give him a friendly smile, but his focused remained on Shannon. She was probably his girlfriend.

"Not really. You're wasting your time." Boone started to leave, clearly frustrated with his girlfriend, or whoever she was to him.

"I can help, if you want?" Lyla spoke up. She felt like she had a long enough break, and wanted to actually help the group. She hated doing nothing.

Boone just shook his head, but gave her a small smile as if he was thanking her for making the effort. "No. Lyla it's okay, you've done a lot already. I'm sure there's some other people willing to contribute."

Lyla forced a smile onto her face, trying not to seem disappointed. He either said no because he wanted to spend time with Shannon, or because of how strangely Lyla acted this morning.

"Is that your boyfriend?" Claire asked, tilting her hat down to block the sun from her eyes.

"My brother, Boone. God's friggin' gift to humanity." Shannon said, clearly annoyed by him. But, Lyla couldn't help but sigh in relief. It wasn't like she had some island crush on Boone, it was just that he was a nice guy and Shannon didn't deserve him. He obviously cared way more about her, then she did about him.

"I used to have a stomach." Claire said randomly. Lyla thought she was talking to Shannon, but was surprised to look up and see her directing it at both Lyla and her.

"You know what it is?"

"Not yet. I haven't felt the baby move since yesterday."

Lyla could see how worried Claire must've been, just by the look on her face. She watched, as Claire's hand rubbed up and down her stomach. Lyla felt so bad for her, she couldn't imagine how Claire must be feeling right now. "Don't worry, I'm sure the babies just tired." Lyla reassured her. Causing Claire to look up, with a slight smile. "It'll kick soon."

Lyla was in the tent where the Marshal was, to check up on him. Suddenly, the sounds of yelling and fighting filled the beach. She peered out the tent door, and saw a bunch of people gathering in a group around two men fighting. Lyla growled, as she made her way towards the group. Starting off walking, but soon changing into a light jog. When she reached the crowd, she saw that an Arabic man, and the man who she met on the plane were the ones fighting. She wasn't surprised that the man who she met (and disliked) was getting into a fight, but she was confused as to why?

"Hey. Break it up! Come on! It's over!" Lyla made her way to the front of the group, and sighed in relief when she realized it was Jack. Him, Charlie and the other girl had been gone for a long time, and she started to get worried. She also knew that Jack was a born leader, and he could help sort out whatever mess this was.

"Son of a bitch"

"I'm sick of this redneck!"

Lyla watched as the two men were restrained, and pulled back from each other.

"You want some more of me, boy?"

"Hey, give it a rest!" She shouted at Sawyer, which clearly got a reaction out of him. Since, the two clearly didn't get along.

"Barbie, stay out of this!" He snapped at her.

"No. Go ahead, tell everyone what you told me. Tell them that I crashed the plane, go on! Tell them I made the plane crash!" Lyla was in disbelief at the southern man, for accusing him of crashing the plane. It was incredibly racist.

"The shoe fits, buddy."

"What's going on?" Jack intervened.

A black man approached Jack, with handcuffs. He handed them over to Jack. "Look, my kid found these in the jungle."

Lyla could hear Sawyer going on about how the Arabic mans hands were under a blanket, and how the guy next to him didn't make it. She ignored him, more concerned about the handcuffs that were revealed. That meant that somebody was being brought back by the Marshal. Somebody was a criminal. Her focused was cut off, when she saw the Arabic man lunging at him again.

"Stop!" The brunette women yelled. "We found the transceiver, but it's not working. Can anybody help?"

"Yes, I might be able to."

"Oh great, perfect! Let's trust this guy!"

"Hey we're all in this together man. Let's treat each other with a little respect." Hurley said, sticking up for the Arabic man. Lyla liked him.

"Shut up, Lardo!" Sawyer snapped again. Lyla elbowed him in the side, since she was in reaching distance from him.

"Hey! Give it a break."

"Whatever you say, doc. You're the hero."

Lyla opened her mouth to defend Jack, but was cut off by Boone. "You guys found the cockpit? Any survivors?" He asked. Lyla gazed over at him, thankful that he changed the subject back to what matters.

"No." Jack said, and Lyla could tell how much that hurt him to say.

Lyla turned around and started to leave the group. She could feel Sawyer, and Jack's eyes on her as she left, but everyone was more focused on the transceiver. The broken transceiver. There were no survivors from the cockpit. There was no rescue. Lyla had completely lost hope in getting rescued now, and she decided that she was going to focus more on adapting. This island was going to be her home now.

Nothing. Lyla had been digging through the pile of luggage for what feels like ages, and she still hasn't found he bag yet. She picked up another black bag, and opened it. The bag was filled with men's clothes, which clearly meant this wasn't her bag. Lyla threw the bag she was going through in frustration. Cursing underneath her breath.

"Woah there, Barbie. What's up with you?" Lyla rolled her eyes, at the familiar voice that approached her. "You want some help?" Sawyer asked. Confused as to why Sawyer would wanna help her, Lyla raised her eyebrow at him.

"Yeah, and what's in it for you?" She asked, curiously.

"I've got so many answers to that question, I wouldn't even know where to start." He told her, amused at how angry he could make her. He moved towards her, leaning in to her. Her eyes fluttered as she looked up, realizing there faces were only inches apart. He smirked, which seemed to be his signature move. Lyla shoved him back, and out of the corner of her eye she saw the group looking for a signal heading into the jungle. Perfect timing, she thought.

"I've got to go. I'm gonna try and get us off this island." She started, not believing what she was saying. She knew that the transceiver wasn't gonna help, she just had a gut feeling they'd be here for awhile. But, she desperately wanted a reason to get away from Sawyer. Lyla jogged up to the group, stopping next to Charlie. "Got room for one more?" She asked the group, but mostly Sayid. She smiled, when Sayid nodded and she caught Boone looking at her, also smiling.

"Make that two." Sawyer said from behind her, which wiped the smile off her face. Of course he had to follow her.

"You decided to join us." Kate said, directing her comment at Sawyer.

"I'm a complex guy sweetheart."

After what seemed like hours of trekking through the jungle and climbing the mountain, the group finally took a break.

"Okay. Wide open space! You should check the radio, see if were good?" Sawyer yelled. Pretending like he knew more about this, then Sayid.

"We're not going to have any reception here." Sayid battled back. Probably frustrated at Sawyer's lack in patience.

"Just try it."

"I don't want to waste the batteries."

The two of them continued to bicker, before everyone was shut up by the sound of a growling noise. They all turned around, as fear filled them.

"Oh god."

"What the hell's that?"

"Somethings coming." That comment cause Lyla to freeze, flashing her back to the night of the crash. Except this time she wasn't alone.

"Come on, let's move."

Everyone started to run, with the exception of Sawyer. As worried as Lyla was, she wasn't going to leave anyone behind. Not even Sawyer. "Damn it." She mumbled, running back towards Sawyer. Kate had also tried, but failed when Sayid grabbed her. Lyla had more success though. The only person who made any effort to stop her was Boone, but all she heard was him calling her name. He was already wrapped up in pulling Shannon along. "Sawyer we got to go!" She yelled at him in desperation. He just ignored her, facing towards the direction that the noise came from. "Stop being so stubborn!" She pleaded, grabbing his arm in an attempt to move him. Instead, he just shrugged her off. Lyla was going to reach for his arm again but backed up when she saw him pull out a gun, pointed it towards the direction of the noise. The rustling came closer, but there was no point in running now. It was too close. She backed up behind him. The sound of gunshots rang in Lyla's ears, before pushing past Sawyer to see what he had shot.

"That's... that's a big bear."

"You think that's what killed the pilot?" Lyla looked back at Charlie and Kate, waiting for an answer.

"No. No. That's a tiny, teeny version compared to that."

"Guys this isn't just a bear... it's a polar bear." Kate said, just as surprised as the rest of them. What was a polar bear doing on a tropical island?

"That can't be a polar bear." Boone said, in denial.

"It's a polar bear." Lyla, Sayid and Kate, said in unison.

The group continued to talk about the polar bear, and how it shouldn't be this far south. But, no matter what any of them said, this one did. There was no point in wasting their breaths, trying to find some logic behind this. There was none.

"Where did that come from." Lyla said, changing the topic to the groups new discovery. Sawyer's gun.

"Bear village, how the hell would I know?" He responded, trying to play dumb. Lyla just shook her head, annoyed at all his jokes.

"The gun, Sawyer. I'm talking about the gun." She growled. "Where'd you get the gun?"

"I got it off one of the bodies." He told her, as if it was obvious.

"The Marshal..." She said, her voice trailing off. Her eyes filled with anger, the man had a piece of shrapnel out of his chest and instead of helping him, he just took his damn gun.

"Ding, ding, ding. We got a winner." He responded, his signature grin appearing as he did. "He even had a badge. I took that too, thought it was cool." He held up the badge, and Lyla just scoffed in disbelief. Sawyer couldn't be serious for one second.

"I know who you are. You're the prisoner." Sayid chimed in. Lyla just shook her head, as much as she didn't like Sawyer she knew he wasn't the prisoner. She was with him on the plane, the Marshal wasn't near them. She understood where Sayid was coming from though, Sawyer had accused him of the same thing earlier.

"I'm the what?"

"You found the gun on the Marshal, I believe you did. You knew where it was, because you were the one he was bring back to the States. Those handcuffs were on you. That's how you knew about the gun."

"Sayid..." Lyla started but was cut off by Sawyer. He was angry at the accusation, and by the look on everyone's faces, Sayid had everyone convinced. Which only angered Sawyer more.

"Fine! I'm the criminal, you're the terrorist. We can all play a part." He finally snapped. Finally being pushed to his limit. "Who do you wanna be?" He asked Shannon.

"Look guys, everyone need to stop pointing fingers. Sawyer's not the criminal, I was next to-" Lyla had started defending Sawyer, but froze when she saw Kate pointing the gun at him.

"Does anybody know how to use a gun?" Kate asked.

"I think you just pull the trigger."

"Hey! Nobodies pulling the trigger." Lyla yelled. The group was getting out of control fast.

"I want to take it apart." Kate said. Both Sawyer, and Lyla sighed in relief after Kate revealed her intentions.

Sayid gave Kate instructions on how to take the gun apart. She followed his directions, and soon the gun was successfully disarmed. Kate handing the magazine over to Sayid, and then handed the actual gun back over to Sawyer. Lyla watched as he grabbed her arm, she couldn't make out what they were saying to each other. She didn't care to know either. This group needed to go back to focusing on the main objective, getting a signal for the transceiver.

"You shouldn't have stayed back for him. You could've been hurt." Boone said, concerned. He looked down at Lyla, running his fingers through his hair.

"I couldn't just leave him..."

"Just please don't risk your life for his again. He doesn't deserve your help." He continue, hoping for her to agree to those terms.

Lyla wanted desperately to tell Boone what he wanted to hear, but she couldn't. She still saw the good in Sawyer. In everyone. She wasn't going to leave him, or anyone else behind. They were all on that plane, and they're stuck together. So, she was still going to continue to put her neck out on the line for them. She just shook her head, keeping her gaze downwards as she continued walking with the group, up the hill.

The group finally reached an open space on the hill, and Sayid pulled out the transceiver.

"Oh! So now's a good time to check the radio! Not before... but now!" Sawyer called out, frustrated at how Sayid didn't listen to him before.

"We're up higher."

"Yes we are!"

"Bar. Hey! We got a bar!" Sayid yelled out in excitement. Everyone gathered around him, shocked. "Mayday! Mayday!" He yelled into the transceiver, but was met but feedback instead of rescue.

"What's wrong? Why are we getting feedback?" Lyla asked.

"I don't know."

"I'll tell you why! He didn't fix the radio, it doesn't even work!" Sawyer added in. Lyla glared at him, angry at how he always had something to say.

"No, no, no, no. It's not broken. We can't transmit because something else already is."

"Transmitting from where?"

"What?"

The group continued asking questions. Everyone was curious to know who was transmitting. Finally Sayid gets the transmission to play, and all listen attentively to a french women's transmission.

"The french! The french are coming! I've never been so happy to hear the french!" Charlie exclaimed in joy, and Lyla smiled at him. She hasn't seen somebody that happy since the crash.

"Does anybody speak french?"

"She does." Boone said, pointed at Shannon.

"No I don't!"

The brother and sister argued over whether she could speak french for a little, while the rest worried about the batteries dying.

"You speak french, or not? Cause that'd be nice." Sawyer yelled out, over the ciaos of the group.

Finally Shannon agreed, and held the transmission closer towards her. "It... It's repeating" She told the group.

"She's right. It's a loop. Iteration, it's repeating the same message. It's a counter. The next number will end in... 533" Sayid explained to the group, but almost everyone looked at him confused as to what he was talking about. Although, he was right. The number at the end of the message, ended in 533.

"Does anybody know what the hell he's talking about?"

"It's a running count of the number of times the message has repeated. It's roughly thirty seconds... so.."

"Don't forget to carry the one, chief."

Iteration 1729453. They were running out of time, the battery was dying and they still haven't translated the message.

"She's saying... please. She's saying, please help me, please come get me" Shannon translated. She held the transceiver up to her ear, and was shaking at how nervous she was.

"Or she's not! You don't even speak french!" Sawyer yelled out. Which was the last thing they needed right now.

"Sawyer, just let her listen!" Lyla shouted back.

"Guys, the battery..."

"I'm alone now, I'm on the island alone. Please someone come. The other... they're... they're dead. I-it killed them. It killed them all." She continued to translate to the group, gaining more confidence in her french as she did. Finally, the battery died and everyone stood around in silence.

"Sixteen years and five months." Sayid said softly, as everyone's eyes went to him. "The irritations, it's a distress call. A plea for help. If the count is right... it's been playing over... and over again for sixteen years.

"So, someone else was stranded here too." Lyla looked at Sayid, not believing what he had just told them. Well, it wasn't that she didn't believe him. It's that she didn't want to.

"Maybe they came for them."

"If somebody came, then why is it still playing?"

"Guys..." Charlie spoke, causing everyone to look at him as he just looked across the jungle. "Where are we?"

There's the end of Chapter 2! Obviously, in the show the cockpit and hiking group don't go out in the same episode, but I also only want two parts to the pilot like the show. So I had to join those two together. Anyways, hope you guys enjoyed! Also, please review and let me know if there's anything you want to happen, or something I can do to improve the story!