I know I've been away for a while, and by a while I mean like 2 years, but this will be my glorious comeback. Here is the said-to-be-a-myth 5th chapter of The Quest. More chapters are in the progress of being created and written. This is my personal favorite chapter. Enjoy!

Abby and Lizzie's Mighty Magical Mystical Marvelous Alliteration of a Lost Epic Quest

Chapter 5

The Moth Whisperer

"Hi girls," Locke called out waving them over as he cleaned off a knife, "Where are you two off to?" The girls walked over to where Locke was, "We're off to the caves," Lizzie informed, "Jack got stuck in a cave-in."

"Why God?" Abby screamed, "Why are the beautiful ones so dumb?"

"Then why did you come to me?" Locke questioned.

"You asked us where we were going," Lizzie responded.

"Come here girls, I want to show you something," he told them suddenly, gesticulating to behind him.

"Man, I think I saw this on America's Most Wanted once," Lizzie mumbled as they walked over cautiously.

"I told you they were all sex freaks," Abby muttered back.

"What do you think is in this cocoon?" Locke asked as he pointed to a small green cocoon hanging off a tree.

"A moth," Lizzie questioned.

"Definitely a moth," Abby continued, "There are no butterflies 'round these here parts."

"You're both wrong," Locke interrupted, "No; it's much more beautiful than that. That's a moth cocoon."

"Umm…"

"It's ironic, butterflies get all the attention; but moth's they spin silk, they're stronger, they're faster," he informed.

"Thanks for the lesson in National Geographic, but we have to go help save Jack," Abby stated.

"You see this little hole?" he questioned pointing to the cocoon, "This moth's just about to emerge. It's in there right now, struggling; it's digging its way through the thick hide of the cocoon. Now, I could help it, take my knife, gently widen the opening, and the moth would be free."

"No, you'd probably spaz out and tear the thing to shreds," Lizzie informed.

"But it would be too weak to survive. The struggle is nature's way of strengthening it," he explained slyly.

"So you're saying we should leave Jack to rot in cave with a boulder on his shoulder so that nature can strengthen him?" Abby questioned confusedly.

"Duh, it's called survival of the fittest," Lizzie reminded.

"Ask me again," Locke stated, "And the drugs are yours."

"Alright," Abby shook her head, and grabbed Lizzie's forearm, "We're getting the hell out of here."

"But Abs, I want the drugs!" Lizzie whined as she was dragged back into the forest.

"How's it going?" Abby asked as she and Lizzie approached the caves.

"We've developed a way of communication to Jack, by rock bangs," Michael informed, "The letter 'a' is three bangs, the letter 'b' is four, and so on," he explained as he hit a rock against the cave.

"Michael," Jack's voice echoed through the caves, "I told you I don't understand the rock banging translations, and it's just causing more cave-ins!"

"Someone better go in for him," Hurley suggested.

"I'll do it," Charlie suggested, "Sun can't go, she has a husband, Boone you have a sister, Michael you have a son, I've got no one."

"What about Claire?" Lizzie asked, "Someone's got to love her."

"We'll go," Abby suggested, "No one would miss us."

"That's not true," Charlie stated.

"You know it is," Lizzie stated, "And besides Abby's already in the caves."

"What?" Charlie asked and then looked over to where the hole in the rocks had been made.

Abby sat in it like it was a slide, "See you later suckers," she laughed evilly and pushed herself down, "Wheeeee!"

"I wanna go too," Lizzie shouted as she ran and dived through the hole head first.

In the bottom of the cave Abby fell gracefully to her feet, "Hey Jack," she whispered.

"Yeah?" he moaned.

"Me and Liz are here to save you."

"Oh God," he groaned.

"Except I don't know where she is," Abby disclosed as she turned on a flashlight, "Eww, I'm so dirty."

"Abby" Lizzie moaned from the slide tunnel, "I'm stuck."

"How could you possibly get stuck?" Abby yelled, "You're the skinnier one!"

"But I put on weight when I quit smoking!" Lizzie yelled back. With that another rumble of the cave came and Lizzie plopped out of the hole and onto the ground, "Eww I'm so dirty."

"We've got to get the rock off of Jack," Abby enlightened as she helped Lizzie up, "You push I'll pull."

"Okay," Lizzie agreed and walked over to the rock. The girls began frantically trying to move the rock, but it wouldn't budge.

"I don't get it," Abby panted, "We've been at this for like ten minutes and it hasn't moved and inch."

"Probably because you're not pushing the way she's pulling," Jack stated angrily.

"Look you wanna be rescued or not?" Lizzie muttered.

With that both girls pushed the same way and the rock rolled off with ease, "Hey look," Lizzie pointed to sunlight, "A hole."

"Dig," Abby shouted as they frantically began to throw dirt about the cave.

"Do you think they'll make it?" Hurley asked as he took a sip out of his teacup.

"I don't know, but this tea is excellent," Charlie stated as he curled his pinkie.

Abby, Lizzie and Jack rounded the corner, dirtied and huffing. They stopped abruptly when they noticed that everyone was sitting around having tea, rather then digging them out of the cave from hell.

"Thanks a lot guys," Lizzie muttered as she fell to the ground.

"You ate all the sugar cookies!" Abby screamed, "And no one was even looking for us!"

"Hey, that's not true," Boone gestured back to the caves, "Kate's been digging for like hours."

"Aww," Abby smiled, "See you really don't hate us."

Kate looked up, seeing Jack standing, smiling, and alive, tossed the rock she was moving. She ran across the caves and wrapped her arms around him giving him a hug.

"Hey!" Abby yelled, "Step off, girl friend!"

"Wait, where was Locke in all this?" Michael questioned as he placed his china teacup and saucer on a nearby boulder.

"He's out in the forest doing heroin and helping moths out of their cocoons," Lizzie stated still lying face down on the ground.

Then, coincidentally a moth fluttered by in the dying day light, then another, and another until at least ten moths were floating in the cool night breeze, "He's been a busy man," Abby informed.