Buffy woke up on a beach with a massive headache. She felt disoriented and was unsure of what was going on. She brought her hand up and felt the back of her head it was wet and when she looked at her hand she could see it was slick with blood. She had a few scrapes on her face as well. She heard other people yelling and screaming around her. They were running around, looking under the debris for survivors and that's when she remembered the plane crash.

Slowly, she got up and looked around. She realized she was on a beach, which ran along side a jungle. She could see smoke coming from somewhere in the jungle. She was trying to decide what to do next when a man ran over to her. He was about her height, maybe a little taller. He had blonde hair and a slight amount of facial hair.

"Hey, are you alright?" he asked in a distinct accent. 'British,' Buffy thought.

"Yeah, I think so," Buffy replied, "I'm Buffy."

"Charlie," he said, extending his hand, "Do you think you could help us look for survivors?"

"Us?"

"Yeah, everyone."

"Oh, sure," she said following him. She noticed all the rest off the passages, looking for supplies and survivors.

"Vincent! Vincent!" a young boy yelled, "Come here boy! Vincent!"

"Walt, there you are. Don't you leave me like that," an older man, obviously the boy's father, said.

"But Vincent…." Walt protested.

"Listen Vincent is a smart dog. He'll find you. Okay?"

"But…."

"Okay."

"Yeah," Walt said as he followed his father and then chanced a glance backwards into the jungle, hoping to see his dog.

"The sun is going to set soon; we should build a fire in case anyone comes," a tan Arab man said to Michael. I was getting late and they had been sifting through the debris for hours now.

"Good idea. Let's ask the others for help," he said as they walked off to start making the fire.

Buffy walked over to a group of people talking: a man with very short hair, another large man with curly long hair, and Charlie.

"Hey, dude what are we going to do about all the bodies," the large man said.

"Why are you looking at me?" the other man asked.

"You're our leader, Jack," Charlie replied as Buffy walked over and stood next to him.

"We should probably burn them," Jack replied.

"Isn't that a little harsh. Can't we just bury them or something?" the other guy said.

"I don't think we really have a choice, Hurley. If we bury them, animals are bound to come and dig them up for food," Jack said.

"Come on, Hurley lets go tell the others," Charlie said, "Hey Buffy."

"Hi."

"Hi," Jack said, smiling at her, "I'm Jack."

"Buffy."

"So, I'm the designated leader?"

"Looks that way."

"I didn't want to be."

"The people who end up leading rarely do," Buffy said, thinking about his own leadership role as head of the Scoobies. Being a leader meant having to make tough decisions and not always taking people's feelings into account. Buffy was glad that for once in her life it wasn't her responsibility, the burden was off her shoulders.

"What happened to your head?" Jack asked.

"Oh, I think I hit it during the crash."

"Come on, I look at it," he said, leading her over to where some medical supplies were.

"Are you a doctor?"

"Yeah," he said as he examined her head. They were both silent for a while.

"Do you think we'll be rescued?"

"I don't know. I think if we can find the front of the plane, we may be able to find a transceiver and radio for help. You look okay, it's not a concussion," he said, facing her, where they were sitting on the ground.

"I saw smoke coming from the jungle," Buffy said, "Maybe the front went down there."

"Well, there's one way to find out."

"How?"

"Tomorrow, I'll go look."

"I'm coming too."

"Okay," he nodded with a smile and then walked off.

Night had fallen over the island and everyone was gathered around the large bonfire. They had burned the dead a few hours before. Buffy sat near the fire; a blanket wrapped around her, as Hurley walked around handing out food.

He came over to Buffy, "Here."

"Thanks," she smiled, taking the tray of food from him. She was starving.

"I'm Hurley by the way."

"Buffy," she said as he walked off to feed the other survivors.

A woman with blonde hair walked over to Buffy, "Do you mind if I sit here?"

"No."

"I'm Shannon; it's nice to find another girl around."

"Buffy and no offense but there are some other girls."

"Yeah, like?"

"Her," Buffy said, pointing to an Asian couple.

"She doesn't speak English."

"Oh," Buffy smiled and both girls shared a laugh, "Hey do you think we're going to be…."

"Of course," Shannon replied, knowing the question before Buffy even finished her sentence, "I don't even know why people are bothering to set up camp."

"Do you want some food," Buffy offered.

"No, thanks. I'll eat on the rescue boat. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go get some beauty sleep. You never know maybe the rescuers will be really hot," she said, waking off.

Buffy finished her food and walked over to Charlie, who was settling into a sleeping bag.

"Hey, where can a gal get one of those?" she asked.

"Ummm, I don't ask Sawyer. I think he has some extra ones."

"Who?"

"The guy, over there," Charlie said, indicating a tall man with shagging brown hair.

"Hey," Buffy said, walking over to Sawyer, who was lying on top of a sleeping bag, "I heard you were the guy to ask for sleeping bags."

"You got that right cupcake. What's it to ya?" Sawyer asked, a smirk playing across his mouth.

"Huh?"

"What'll you give me for it?" Buffy frowned, "You got nothing, so don't waste my time."

Buffy began to walk away but then something occurred to her. She turned around on her heal and kicked Sawyer in the stomach, not hard enough to hurt him but enough to knock the wind out of him. Then she grabbed his extra sleeping bag and began to walk away, "Oh and by the way my name's Buffy."

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