Okay, here's where it gets into LOST. I promised didn't I? And here you go. I would like to thank BregoBeauty and steamrolledharrypotter for their reviews, and I hope you two like this chapter just as much.

Kate Austen walked along the shore, dragging her feet in the sand and thinking about anything and everything. She wondered what she would do if they were rescued, but she figured that wouldn't be a problem, seeing as it had been months and no one had come to their aid yet. The sun was setting over the cliffs, and Kate stared at the sky, a painting of every color imaginable.

The woman was breathing, but barely. Her arms were severely cut up, and a pair of handcuffs dangled from her left arm, still in good condition. Kate's heart sped up- she didn't like the fact that the woman was in handcuffs, it reminded her of herself. She was afraid it would remind everyone else too. Sawyer sauntered over to her, and raised an eyebrow when he noticed the girl.

"Well, I'll be damned. Relative of yours, Freckles? She's got the gear for it, for sure," he smirked, glancing at the handcuffs. His eyes roamed over her body, and Kate rolled her eyes.

"Stop being such an ass and help me get her to the hatch. We don't know who she is or why she has those on her."

"Sure thing, Freckles." Sawyer walked past Kate and hoisted the woman over his shoulder. Kate jogged ahead to tell Jack about the woman. When she got there, she saw Jack and Locke sitting at the computer.

"I still don't think anything is going to happen if we let it go down to zero," Jack sighed.

"Okay, Jack. No one is making you push it. But I am going to because I believe there is a reason we found out about this."

"Um, Jack? We have a… situation. I found a woman out on the beach, and she's not one of us. She's pretty beaten up, and unconscious. Sawyer's bringing her here," Kate cut in. Jack and Locke had had this conversation before, so Kate didn't care about interrupting.

About ten seconds after she finished her explanation, Sawyer came into the room.

"Where do you want her, Doc?"

Jack looked at the woman and frowned. Her arms were completely cut up, and the wounds were still bleeding.

"Put her in the bed, I'm going to run back to my tent and get some bandages and alcohol. Kate, could you come with me?"

"Sure," Kate replied.

"Well, I promised Claire I'd help her with Aaron while she got some relaxation time alone," Locke put in. "So I guess that leaves you to watch the timer, Sawyer."

"Gee, I'm real thrilled. And with such great company too." Sawyer rolled his eyes and sat down at the computer while the others left the hatch.

Lisa opened her eyes, pain engulfing her body. She groaned and put her hand to her head, slowly opening her eyes. She was in a small room, with a doorway leading into another. She wasn't bound, but she was sure that Jackson's company had found her after the plane crash and brought her here. She gradually sat up in the bed and finally stood up. The fact that her arms weren't bandages and that she was alone meant that she wasn't in any kind of hospital, which only proved her former theory. Surely if someone else had found her, they would have brought her to a hospital.

She walked quietly towards the door, looking for any guards that might be around. She saw a man at a very old looking computer, reading a piece of paper. She went to go back to her bed, but he looked up and saw her standing there. Getting out of the chair, he walked over to her, folding up the paper.

"Well, well, well, it's about time you woke up. Pretty boring around here, if you ask me," he drawled in a Southern accent.

He put the paper in his pocket, lifting up his shirt a little as he did so. Lisa's heart rate skyrocketed when she saw a knife dangling through a belt loop in his pants. Lisa decided that she wouldn't do what the company wanted without a fight. She launched herself at the man, tackling him to the floor. She tried to get the knife so she could escape with a slight chance of surviving. She heard him grunt "Son of a bitch!" before he rolled over on top of her, pinning her to the ground with her arms over her head. He was leaning into her cuts, and fresh tears sprung to her eyes in response to the burning pain. She tried to compose herself and relax, but she was terrified of not knowing who this man was, or what he wanted with her. She wasn't getting out of this position on her own, so she stopped struggling.

The man stood up and pulled her up roughly, holding her arms behind her back, and pushing her face into his chest, rendering her immobile. She heard a door open and close somewhere nearby, and tried to see where the noise was coming from, but she couldn't see a thing.

Sawyer yelled out for Jack, and as soon as he did, the woman tensed up and started to struggle even harder than before. He could hear her pleading "No! No, god no! Not Jack! Keep Jackson away, please! Let me go! Let me go, damnit!"

He gripped her arms tighter, and pulled her into him to stop the struggling. She stopped, but immediately after, started crying incredibly hard. She was sobbing into his shirt, and pleading for him not to get Jack. By this point, Sawyer was extremely confused and wondering how this woman knew Jack.

Jack himself walked into the room, carrying an armful of bandages. His eyes widened at first and then he frowned, having no idea what was going on. Sawyer shot him a look that said he knew as much as Jack did.

"Look Jack, I didn't do anything. Red here just attacked me outta nowhere," he explained.

At the mention of Jack's name, the woman sprung into action again, stomping on Sawyer's foot and punching him in the jaw when he released her arms. Jack dropped the bandages and grabbed her in a bear hug. Sawyer recovered, swearing loudly, and helped Jack wrestle her into the cell in the other room. Sawyer slumped against the door after they closed it and looked up at Jack.

"Well, what the hell was that?"

I understand that many of you didn't either didn't give my story a chance because it was not immediately LOST, and I'm honestly not a selfish person, but I was kind of disappointed when I found that I got a whole 46 hits and only two reviews. Criticism is fully accepted and read, and even if all you want to do is point out what you didn't like about the story, fine. But please tell me. Hopefully I'll capture your interest now that it's LOSTcentric.