Hey, guys! I promise the Chapters coming up will be much longer then these first few, I'm just really trying to get Lyla situated in the group first before I start any crazy plots with her. But, I promise they're coming soon. Anyways, please enjoy Chapter 3... Tabula Rasa.

The group started to head back down the hill, towards camp. Lyla kept next to Sayid. The two were making small talk, but it was hard to talk about anything other then the distress call. Eventually, the small talk between the two ended and everyone continued the journey in silence. The sky was starting to dim, and they were still a few miles from camp.

"It's getting dark." Boone pointed out, breaking the silence. Only to point out the obvious.

"Then pick up the pace." Sawyer told him, in an arrogant tone.

"Hick."

"Little louder?"

"We should make camp." Sayid suggested. Breaking up whatever argument that was about to surface, between Boone and Sawyer.

"I'm not stopping. Y'all have a nice cookout." Sawyer argued, stubbornly. Lyla knew he was only doing this because he didn't like Sayid, but it was really getting old now.

The two of them bickered again, for the 18593 time during this hike. Finally, Lyla stepped ahead of the group, facing Sawyer. "Sayid's right. We still don't know what's out there, and until we do nobodies going out there alone. Especially in the dark." She told him. Tired of asking him to do things. This time she was telling him.

"You were out there alone. Yet, here you are still breathing."

"Barely."

That night, the seven of them gathered around the fire. Watching as Sayid demonstrated what happened to the plane, with a stick. Lyla sat next to Kate. She played with pieces of bark on the log that she sat on, watching Sayid closely. This was the first time that she learned how far off course the plane was. Everyone was looking for them in all the wrong places. Charlie tried to be optimistic, talking about satellites and license plates. But, Sayid shut him down every time. There was no way around this situation, nobody knew where to find them.

"Okay, really enjoyed the puppet show. Fantastic, but we're still stuck in the middle of damn nowhere. How about we talk about that other thing? You know that transmission Abdul picked up on his little radio? The french chick that said, they're all dead. The transmission's been on a loop for... how long was it Barbie?" He directed the last part at Lyla. Knowing that was the last thing Lyla, or anyone else wanted to talk about.

"Sixteen years." She answered, reluctantly. Those words drained more hope out of her the more she said them.

"Right let's talk about that." He continued, as if this whole thing was some game or joke to him.

"Well, we have to tell the others when we get back." Boone mentioned. Lyla just shook her head. People wanted answers, but even she knew that these weren't the types of answers they wanted.

"Tell them what, exactly?" Shannon shot back. And, for once Lyla was on her side.

"What we heard."

"You didn't hear anything. I'm not a stupid translator."

"Nobodies telling them anything. Things are hard enough back at camp, this will only make things worse." Lyla said. She could tell by the look on Boone's face, he wasn't very pleased that she wasn't siding with him.

"Exactly. To relay what we heard without fully understanding it will cause panic. If we tell them what we know we take away their hope. And hope is a very dangerous thing to lose." Sayid added.

The group went silent again, and Lyla was surprised Sawyer hadn't added a snarky remark by now. Suddenly, Kate broke the silence within the group. "So we lie." She said quietly. Concluding what everyone had just decided.

Lyla woke up to the sound of fighting, she stood up and saw Boone with the gun in his hand. He argued that he was trying to stand guard, but he wasn't making himself look good by taking the gun off Sawyer. "What's going on?" Lyla mumbled to Charlie. All she got was a shrug in return. She made her way a little closer to Kate, deciding that it might be best if she sat out of this battle.

"Yeah, give it to Al Jazeera, he'll protect us." Sawyer sarcastically remarked.

"Al Jazeera is a network." Charlie pointed out, but nobody payed attention.

"I'll keep the damn gun." Boone said. As if he was the only person capable of handling one.

"We should give it to her." Shannon finally said, pointing at Lyla.

"Yeah, Lyla should have it." Charlie agreed. However, Lyla didn't want the responsibility. She appreciated everyone's trust in her, but she couldn't accept it. Nothing good ever came from her and a gun.

"No. Not me. Last thing I want is the responsibility of some gun you guys keep fighting over." She declined. Still everyone seemed intent on giving it to her. "What about Kate?" Lyla suggested, hoping she could deflect the attention off her.

"Fine with me. Well?" Sayid looked to Boone, waiting for him to give up the gun. Boone didn't want to hand over the gun, but he knew he had to. He walked over to Kate, placing the weapon into her palm.

After a couple more hours, the group finally returned to camp. Sayid immediately stepped up on a piece of metal, delivering the fake news to the camp. He told them that they didn't get a signal, but he reassured them that they'd continue to try. Lyla scanned the crowd of survivors. Some faces seemed upset, some seemed determined, some even seemed content, but none seemed hopeless. Lyla turned and saw Kate making her way towards Jack, probably informing him about what they heard out there. She decided that she should go check on the marshal, see if he needed anything. The infirmary wasn't far from where the survivors were crowded, so it didn't take long for her to reach it. Once inside, she sat down next to him and placed her hand on the makeshift bed he was lying on. Lyla felt a hot tear stream down her cheek, and fall onto his hand. She truly felt helpless, now getting confirmation on what she already knew. Rescue wasn't coming, and this man wasn't going to get the treatment he needed. She felt her eyes well up again, and was ready to start sobbing any second now. When suddenly, she saw his eyes start to blink open and his body stir in discomfort, or pain.

"Hey, take it easy. How are you feeling?" She questioned. Wiping the tears from her eyes and leaning in closely, knowing that his voice was most likely weak.

"She's dangerous.." He mumbled.

Lyla shot him a look of confusion, allowing what he said to process in her mind. "Who? Who's dangerous?"

The man just repeated that line, over and over again, until he lost consciousness. Lyla stayed in the tent with him for a couple of hours, keeping an eye on him and hoping he would wake up soon. Eventually, she decided that she should go find Jack, determined to get answers. Either Jack knew who 'she' was, or Lyla figured she should let him know what she heard. She headed through camp, hoping to bump into Jack as she did. Suddenly, it started to downpour. One second it was burning hot out and the next it was raining, hard.

"Lyla, take shelter. You're going to freeze." Sayid called out to her. Lyla was torn, as much as she wanted to figure out who 'she' was, there was no point in trying to figure it out while in the freezing rain. She nodded, reluctantly and ran towards where Sayid was, underneath the wing of the plane. A few others were with them too, and they all sat together, waiting for the rain to pass.

The rain had stopped, and Lyla started making her way around camp again to find Jack. She bumped into a few people on her way, not even realizing that she was lightly jogging at this point. If somebody on this beach was dangerous, Lyla wanted to find out who she was. She wanted to keep everyone safe, from whoever she is.

"Where're you off to in such a hurry?" Lyla stopped, and turned towards the familiar voice.

"None of your business, Sawyer." She started walking again, in search for Jack. Where was he?

"You're lucky you passed up that offer for my gun." He told her, causing her stop in her tracks once again.

"What do you mean, lucky?" She asked, making her way closer to him.

"I just wouldn't want to be the one with the gun, right now." Sawyer continued. And, she soon knew what he meant. "Somebodies got to put him out of his misery." He said, only to confirm her suspicions.

"Nobody is going to kill anyone." Lyla stormed off. In shock, that he would even suggest murdering him. She knew the man was suffering, but killing him wasn't the answer.

Nightfall arrived, and for some odd reason she still hadn't found Jack. Lyla was starting to get tired, and decided that she was going to call it a night. She'd find Jack in the morning. She was making her way down the beach, towards her makeshift tent, when she spotted him... Jack. He was by the water, with Hurley, who had just went up to talk to him. Normally, Lyla wouldn't want to interrupt, but she didn't care much right now. She sprinted down towards the two, making it just in time to hear what they were talking about.

"-the fugitive?" Hurley asked.

"in the tent." Jack nodded towards the infirmary that the marshal was in. Lyla's first suspect was Sawyer, but the marshal was talking about a women being dangerous, not a man.

"What fugitive? Jack, Hurley, what the hell is going on?" Lyla looked back and forth between the two, angry that they both knew about this and didn't think to tell her or anyone else.

"Lyla..." Jack started. Clearly making an attempt to reason with her, but was cut off by Hurley. Who had a concerned expression on his face.

"You let her in there alone?"

"What's she going to do? She's 120 pounds, soaking wet."

"She? This is who the marshal was talking about, isn't it?" Lyla cut the two off. Furious at this point, and demanding some answers.

"She's got that gun." Hurley stated, which Jack clearly didn't know about. But, Lyla knew who he meant. He meant Kate.

Simultaneously, Jack and Lyla ran towards the infirmary, frightened for the marshal's life. The two stopped running when they saw her exit, relaxing once they both realized there was no gunshot before. Jack made an attempt to call out for her, but she just looked back at them with a sad, and guilty expression. Lyla jumped when she heard a gunshot ring out, from inside the tent. Kate walked away slowly, having not been the one who shot the marshal. Lyla and Jack just looked at each other, both upset and confused at what was happening. When Lyla looked back towards the camp she saw Sawyer walking out, looking ashamed and with the gun in his hand.

"What the hell did you do?!" Jack yelled at Sawyer, as he quickly approached him. Lyla could tell Jack was angry, and he had a reason to be, but she knew Sawyer didn't have bad intentions. She quickly got between the two, keeping her eyes on Sawyer, never as disappointed in someone as she was in him right now.

"What you couldn't. Look, I get where you're coming from being a doctor and all, but he wanted it. Hell, he asked me. So, I don't like it anymore than you do, but something had to be done" Sawyer said, obviously not happy about what he had just done. Though, Lyla could tell by the look on his face that he meant every word. All Sawyer wanted was to put a suffering man out of his misery. Unexpectedly, sounds of choking came from inside the tent.

"Oh, no way. Guy?" Hurley said, just as shocked as the rest of them. Jack, Sawyer and Lyla briskly made there was into the infirmary tent, and Jack was immediately by the marshal's side, in an attempt to stop the bleeding.

"You shot him in the chest?" Lyla asked, trying to remain as calm as possible, but she was freaking out on the inside.

"I was aiming for his heart." Sawyer explained to them.

"You missed." Jack glared at Sawyer, while desperately trying to aid the marshal.

"Man, is he still bleeding?"

"So what is- I only had one bullet."

"Get out! Get out!" Jack yelled at him. Sawyer and Hurley both quickly scurried away from the tent but Lyla stayed. "You too, Lyla. You shouldn't be here for this." Jack said.

Lyla shook her head, and inched closer towards Jack. "I'm not leaving, Jack."

"Please, just go." After hearing that, Lyla knew she shouldn't argue anymore. She gave his shoulder a slight squeeze, before exiting the tent.

Lyla walked out and saw Sawyer throwing a cigarette into the sand, in frustration. "Sawyer..." She started, trying to be there for him but he walked away. Lyla stopped herself from running after him, she was worried for him. Sawyer was tough though, he just needed space to himself tonight. After a few moments, the screaming from inside the tent stopped. Lyla looked towards the infirmary, as Jack exited it slowly. She knew what he did, and Lyla knew that it must've been killing him inside. He kept walking though, and she decided that everyone just needed space tonight. It was a rough night, she would talk to him in the morning.

Lyla woke up, and started to look for Jack. She hadn't seen him since the past night, when he put the marshal out of his misery after Sawyer's failed attempt. When she finally sound him, he was sitting on the beach with Kate. She decided to let the two be, and instead went to find Sawyer. Since, he was in a vulnerable state last night as well. Lyla spotted Sawyer, catching an apple Sayid had tossed him. She smiled to herself, and sat down next to him on the piece of metal. "You tried to do a good thing, you know?" She began, which caught his attention. "You were trying to help, and I'm sorry I didn't see that earlier." Sawyer looked back at her, puzzled as to why she was telling him this. After not receiving a response, she grabbed his hand softly, holding it and giving him a soft smile. The guilt must be eating him up, and she wanted him to know that he wasn't going to be alone. Nobody was anymore.

There's the end of Chapter 3, I hope you enjoyed it. I know this chapter was mainly focused around her relationships with Jack, Kate and Sawyer, But, I promise next Chapter I'll be focusing on building relationships with other survivors, like Claire, Charlie, Locke, etc. Please review, and leave any suggestions as to what you would like to happen going forward. Oh and BTW, I haven't forgotten about Boone;)