Disclaimer: I do not own ANY lost characters...althoughI would very much like to own a certain southern-drawling hottie. Isn't drawling sexy!It's like drawing (which i love) but with an l in the middle. Actually it's completely different.lol!

Author's Note: Okay so i lied. I said i would update soon and it has been my longestbreak yet but hey, i just finished highschool, so i have been busy doing important things like making backgrounds for my comp in photoshop of my new obsession Gerard Butler (did someone say SEXEH?), and staying up til 4 in the morning and then waking up at lunch time. You know, important stuff like that. lol (btw SEXEH was my attempt at a scottish accent! lol)

Blackcat69: I have a friend that tells me what happens on series 2...its called lol. I love how you alwaysput have a wonderful day at the end of your reviews, it really makes me want to have one to not let you down lol! Have not just a wonderful day, but an amazing super-dooper flippin' sweet day!

Alateriel567: Desmond is definately scottish...i know i don't sound like him and i'm an aussie!lol. And i know the actor who plays him is Scottish. When was he in Australia? I only remember him being in America when he met Jack while running at some stadium in Los Angeles...maybe i missed a bit? It's all good, now i have an excuse to watch episodes 1-4 again!Yeah I wish i lived in the U.S right about now...but luckily series 2 is only...3 months away. AAAGGHHHH!

Darkblaze666: Hi! The reason i haven't really described Morgan is because 1: she is based on me mostly (and its kinda embarrassing) and 2: i was trying to find a way to describe her but its a bit harder when it is in her perspective, so i'll have to put "i look into the mirror, my god my hair is almost to my bum now!" or something like that.:) Just for you, i'll do a brief description. Morgan is 5'9, has wavy dark brown hair that goes a few inches past the small of her back, Hazel eyes, pale skin (thats why she brings sunscreen in this chapter) and was previously bigger, but has lost about...10-15 pounds so is slim, but not movie-star skinny.(we use kilo's over here, so i hope thats about right.) I hope that is enough..oh and for the pretty or ugly part...well, beauty is in the eye of the beholder isn't it? ;) I love Orlando Bloom too, if that wasn't obvious. haha, i am getting into fangirl mode because the two towers is on t.v for the first time here in Australia, yey, even if i have seen it about...50 times. :)

Painter815:Wow, reading this from the beggining topresent end is one long slog! Thanks for saying my story fits, i really wanted it to be able to tie in with the show as much as possible. Yey! You said I have a unique and artistic writing style! i LOVE you! Here...have a cookie! Your vote for hurley has been cast, first hurley vote!Can you imagine, the chick that over-reacts all the time, the sarcastic cowboy and the funny dude...

phoenix inferno: LOL, you aren't being stupid...it's pretty hard to know whats happening when you are only up to what, episode...16-17? His name is Desmond, and he had an interesting home on the island i'd say. You'll see in good time...muahahahahahah!. Oh btw, do you have a character you'd like to see make a cameo? So far it is Hurley with 2 and Charlie with1 Vote.

sausuge: Okay firstly, i love your name. And i couldn't agree more with you on the Desmond being awesome and loving his accent, and i also couldn't agree with you more about Kate/Sawyer being evil pairing from hell...but she'd be a good character to stir the pot a bit if you think about it. Walt said "Don't push the button...button's bad." when that freaky bit was played backwards. eww...it gave me the shivers. Congrats, you have officially put Hurley in the lead! even if it is only his second vote! lol. I'd like to know what crack you're on and where i can get some! lol kidding. Kids, don't do drugs, drugs are bad. Just say no, yada yada yada.

Okay! on with the show...

Chapter 6

I frown.

Sawyer is waiting 'patiently' for me to finish packing, well I'm sure he thinks he is being patient, but I hardly call rolling his eyes and constantly muttering "come on!" and "how long does it take?" under his breath being patient.

I can't help it, there's a lot of stuff to pack.

Okay, so I can help it. The truth is-and I know this is crazy of me- I'm having a hard time leaving here. There is spare clothes and…other important things, books and my sketchbook and other things that have kept me sane.

I sigh.

I have done that a lot lately.

I check over my 'supplies' and pray that they will all fit in my backpack: Clothes, toothbrush, sunscreen, an almost empty water bottle, my little bag of medical supplies and toothpaste. Sawyer told me to pack light…ha! Let's not mention my mp3 player (even if I have no batteries), comb, paper, pencils, a photo and a copy of Tolkien's 'The Lord of the Rings'.

Sawyer keeps saying why the hell do I have to like such a big book. Well, it's not like he has to carry it, so it is fine. I try and pack it all neatly so it can all fit. That's clearly not going to happen, so I get rid of a pair of jeans. I was really hoping to not have to look at my legs which have been razor-less for over 40 days now, and so pale they will blind someone, but I don't really have a choice. I'm not getting rid of anything else.

Done. Fantastic. We can go now.

Oh god, this is not fantastic.

I hide all of the other suitcases and luggage under sand and in bushes…maybe, just maybe, we will come back for more stuff.

I jump a little when I hear a voice being cleared very close behind me.

"You ready yet roo girl," Sawyer asks eagerly. "I've only been waitin' almost an hour."

"Actually I am ready." I smile smugly up at him.

"Well…what are we waiting for? Let's go!" My god, he is really keen, isn't he? I take one final look around at what has been my home for the last few weeks, and instantly I know why I am so against leaving. I haven't said goodbye.

I throw my backpack on the ground and walk quickly towards the barely noticeable cross sticking out of the ground where the sand and dirt join.

"Hey! Where the hell are you goin' now?"

To say my last goodbye to the best friend I ever had I want to yell, but instead I just ignore him.

My steps slow as I approach the mound. I was never good at farewells. That's why I don't really do them. My throat tightens and that customary burning behind my eyes starts. With every step I take a new memory comes to me.

"Hi I'm Tegan. This is Katie and Sarah. What's your name?" She is very tall and skinny.

"Morgan." I don't know what else to say, I'm too nervous.

"Hi Morgan," she smiles. "You wanna sit with us in health?"

I can't believe it, my first day and I already have friends. I smile nervously. "Yeah…sure!" I blush at the completely obvious enthusiasm of my voice.

I stop and read the headstone that I made out of plane wreckage. 'Tegan Collins, the most wonderful person that has ever graced the earth. You will be sadly missed.'

There's a knock at the door. My god, I'm in my pajamas! I look in the mirror: long brown hair in complete disarray and my embarrassing cow pajama's that are totally unflattering. Oh joy.

I open the door.

"Surprise!" I look up to see the beaming faces of Tegan, Katie, Sarah and strangely enough Tegan's mother. I'm too confused to notice when she grabs my hands and puts a little warm bundle in them. I look down and gasp.

"Oh my god!" The girls are all smiling and laughing now. The tiny black and white kitten is my hands gives an equally tiny meow.

I am crying now.

"We know how upset you were when flick died, so we just had to get you another cat. Isn't he adorable!"

"Thank you guys so much! I…I don't know what else to say." I laugh.

They all hug me and it's awkward because they are all trying to avoid squashing the kitten. I feel happy, and I realize I haven't felt so happy in a long, long time.

Tears are threatening to spill as I take a handful of sand and feel it slip through my fingers, just like she did.

I crawl over to the still figure of Tegan, and push her onto her back. Her blonde hair is matted and tinged red, and blood is seeping from her head.

"T…tegan?" I question shakily.

No response. I shake her and her head lolls to the side. "Tegan, wake up!"

I place an ear to her chest…I can't hear a beat.

"Tegan, please, please wake up," I plead to her, as if it is some sick joke of hers.

Then I realize that it is me who plays the sick jokes, not her.

I cover the wound on her head with my hand. "Come on Tig, wake up, you can't leave me…please!"

I can't recall the moment that I lost control, but I am weeping and my body is flung over the dirt and shaking with sobs. I don't even notice the footsteps crunching behind me.

"I'm so sorry Tegan. It's…it's all m…my fault! I sh-should've never asked you to c-come with me!" I'm crying even harder now, and my throat is dry and sore.

A hand pats me on the shoulder and I look up, startled, to see Sawyer bending down over me, a solemn look on his face.

I sniff and wipe the sand and dirt from my face that had stuck there from the wet tears.

"You," he takes a deep breath "You alright?"

I turn my red puffy eyes to him. "Yeah," I say quietly. "Well…no, actually I'm not."

He seems surprised that I actually said no.

"Oh…okay. Do you…wanna talk about it?" I look at him incredulously, so he continues. "I mean, I 'm not the best person to talk to, but right now I am the only person."

"I'd rather not talk about it right now." He nods, and I can tell that he is feeling uncomfortable, he opened up for a little second, and I shut him down. "But thank you. Does the offer still count at a later date?" I offer a quick smile that doesn't reach my eyes.

It is his turn to look incredulous. "Uh…sure."

There is an awkward silence.

"Oh! Do you want me to ah…give you some…alone time?"

I look back at the 'grave' and bite my lip. "No…I think I have said all I can say to her." I reach around my neck and undo the chain that holds the necklace I have had for years now, not an expensive gift, but valuable to me none the less. I place it on the makeshift headstone. "Don't have too much fun without me, Tig." I almost start crying again, so I quickly turn and try to think of other things. Sawyer looks increasingly uncomfortable. "Right…I'm ready to go now."

He nods and grabs his pack. I do the same. We both turn and face the jungle. Every time I look at it I get a sense of foreboding. "I'm not sure I wanna go in their unarmed." He laughs and pulls something out of his pocket. He quickly flicks the object open.

I flinch.

It's a knife. "Why? You scared of the trees? Well…here ya go, I found it in a pile of 'your' stuff, so I s'pose it's yours."

I hesitantly grab the knife and carefully fold in back in half. I look at Sawyer expectantly. "So…"

He shrugs. "So what?"

"So…where do we go now? You know…this little field trip that we are taking…where do we go?"

"Oh…ahh…well, the thing is-"

"Oh my god! You have no idea, do you?"

"Well not EXACTLY…but I have a rough idea."

I feel a headache coming on. "Okay, well let's just…just move." I squeeze the knife tight and start towards the jungle, leaving a shocked Sawyer in my wake.

"Hey! You don't know where you're going," he yells as he catches up to me.

I snigger.

"Neither do you," I point out.

"Yeah well…"

I roll my eyes and continue trekking through the trees.

I hope Sawyer is good for something.

A.N: Done and Done! hehe, i just realized that they havent even set off yet! lol. Review please! and you can vote more than once for the guest appearance, but not for the same person...so VOTE:)