Well here it is ladies and gentlemen. The final chapter of our blood, sweat and tears, literally. It took 2 weeks to write, and forever to type up. I think I like broke my hand doing it. And it's super long, like 23 pages I believe, but it was worth it. We tried to make everything come together, so there's a lot of reference to previous chapters. Lizzie did write a lot of it too. She wrote all the parts that are centered around her. She also wrote the title chapter.
We hope you enjoy it, and please tell us if your interested in reading what happens in season two of our Lost.
And now a word from Lizzie...
Okay!
That's all she wanted to put.

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

Chapter 14

The Last Chapter That's Really Long and Has Lots of Separation Lines!

Abby swung open the door to the playhouse she and Lizzie had constructed down the beach, at least a dozen yards away from everyone. "Everybody's gonna love today, love today, love today, anyway you want to anyway you've got to love, love me." She sang loudly in the early morning breeze.

It was a glorious day, the sun was already high in the sky and with out a single cloud to block it out. She continued to stroll down the beach, Lizzie walking and singing along with her.

Normally the singing wouldn't have bothered any of the survivors, but it happened to be just after six in the morning and everyone was intent on gathering more beauty sleep.

"Would you shut up?" Sawyer yelled with fury as he scrambled out of his tent, his shirt left discarded inside.

"Ahh," both girls screamed, Abby moved her hand up and blocked both girls' eyes.

"What are you trying to do? Kill us? Do you want to kill us by walking around naked? It's in no way right or kosher!" Lizzie screamed as the girls stumbled around each other trying to get away from the beastly sight.

"What's going on?" Jack asked groggily, as he rubbed his eyes.

"Sawyer won't put on a shirt, it's basically like sexual abuse!" Abby screamed.

"I didn't tell you to look at me," Sawyer snickered as he retreated back into his tent.

"You're supposed to love today, and at least you have to love me," Abby cupped her hands around her mouth, "Love, love me!"

"What are you doing on the beach this early?" Lizzie questioned as she finally became aware of Jack's presence.

"Alex!" a familiar voice called from amongst the tree line, "Alex where are you?" her voice was frantic as her feet finally hit the sand of the beach.

"Mommy?" Lizzie and Abby both queried in unison.

"Alex?" Rousseau called again.

Abby and Lizzie looked at one another, smiles dancing on their faces as they cried out, "Mommy!"

They ran down the beach into the French woman's arms and embraced her tightly while all the other survivors watched the show of affection with shock.

"Momma," Abby began, "Yesterday we made a sand castle and it had a trellis, and a watch tower and buttresses."

"Yeah and seventy-one servants who waited on us hand and foot because we were their gigantic masters! It was freaking awesome, we wanted to come find you, but we wanted to wait until you reset those spiky balls of doom. They give us a workout," Lizzie finished.

Rousseau smiled at the girls, "I'm so glad you two are having fun, but I do not come in happiness. The Others are coming, they've lit their fire that burns black smoke. They'll probably come this very day. We have three choices my precious Alexes, run, hide or die."

"I choose die," Abby declared.

"Me too," Lizzie agreed.

Silence fell over the entire camp.

"Wait a minute, I didn't want die, I wanted something else, this always happens when I'm at the drive thru and I never know what to get and I just blurt out something I don't want at the last minute," Abby sobbed as she fell into the sand, "We're all gonna die!"

"What?" Lizzie shook her head, "We're all gonna die, except no one is gonna die. Get to the base, bring mother," Lizzie shouted as she shoved Abby to her feet and together the girls and Rousseau began traveling to their Peewee's Playhouse.

"No one's going anywhere!" shouted Jack as he began to round up all the survivors.

"Are you bloody crazy?" Lizzie screamed as she still held Abby's arm, "The Others are coming here!"

Kate made her way thought the crowd, "Who are the others?" she questioned stopping beside Jack.

Abby's eyes fell half closed with an irate glare, "Haven't you been paying attention at all? There are other people on the island."

Lizzie pursed her lips and nodded in agreement, "Yeah, and they're gonna eat our babies!"

Swiveling around, Abby turned to Claire, "I knew we should've thrown the stupid baby into the jungle, it's what they wanted anyways and now there's coming here with their black fire burning like we're at The Keg or something!"

"Look," Jack interrupted, "There's a hatch in the jungle, if we can get into it, we can hide everyone inside of it."

"I'm tired of that stupid hatch," Lizzie complained, "I'm tired of staring at it, I'm tired of hearing about it, it killed Boone. My precious Boone," she grabbed Rousseau's arm and wept on her shoulder.

Abby placed a finger on her bottom lip and tapped it while she was deep in thought, "Would dynamite blow it up?" she questioned.

Sawyer huffed, "Why does your little friend got some pushed down into the bottom of her purse?"

"What?" Lizzie exclaimed, "No, we found some when we were out exploring the jungle. There's this old pirate ship that were we playing Pirates of Craphole Island with and there's tons of dynamite inside of it."

"You mean the Rochier Noir," Rousseau looked pleased.

"Yeah the Black Rock, the slave ship, we wanted to make it a Roller Disco but apparently we'll never get one."

Abruptly, a man pushed Sawyer out of the way, "Dynamite is temperamental, if you're getting it, I'm coming too."

"Fine," Lizzie pushed by everyone and began walking towards Michael who was signaling her, "Momma, Jack, Kate, Locke and Some Guy go get the dynamite."

"What about you?" Jack questioned.

"We're going on the raft."

"Alright," Michael called as he stood before everyone who took their positions along the new raft, "When I say so lift up and push the raft forward."

"What are you going to do?" Abby asked as she leaned against the bamboo that crafted the vessel.

"I'm directing."

"Oh you're so full of crap," Lizzie complained, "You just don't want to lift it."

"Now!" Michael called.

"Now what?" Abby questioned.

"Now lift!" Michael shouted as the boat jerked forward.

"You know what? No," Lizzie let go of the grip she had and the boat started to waver.

Abby followed suit and the two girls stood away from the boat, "Yeah, you lift it if you want it in the water. We're not for teamwork."

"Do you want to be on this raft?" Michael demanded his arms akimbo and his tolerance running low.

"Do you wanna be on this raft?" Lizzie mimicked sarcastically.

His eye grew wide, "I made this raft," he grumbled.

Lizzie grinned, "Well we burnt your first one."

"Lizzie!" Abby brought her heel down hard on Lizzie's toes.

"Sack of grapes!" Lizzie screamed as her bum fell in the sand and she began to baby her foot.

"What was that?" Michael questioned as they other survivors were still trying to get the boat into the water.

Abby cleared her throat, "What she meant was we saw who did it, the burning of the raft that is. It was Kate," she pointed out the woman amongst the crowd.

"Why would you do that?" Lizzie asked as she stood up and punched Abby in the arm.

"Ow, you jerk-face, why would you do that?" she asked as her hand went instinctively over the area, "you know I bruise easily."

Lizzie looked away to the ground with guilt, "You deserved it you know."

"I can't push this thing into the water all by myself, you know!"

"Shut up Sawyer," both girls yelled together.

Everyone let out a groan as the raft finally made it into the water. It had taken almost four hours, but the result was worth it. The time consumption was due to the fact that Abby and Lizzie had gotten their wish of directing and somehow the raft had made it almost ten feet into the jungle.

"All aboard," Michael called giddily as he gave his son a boost up onto the boat.

"We're coming," Lizzie called as she and her companion ran towards the boat.

Sawyer smirked, "No can do Kiddo, only room for five on the Love Boat."

Abby rolled her eyes, "Your Love Boat is filled with a little boy and two men."

He chuckled dryly as he began to position his items, "Say what you want, but four positions have already been taken, I'll let you girls do the math."

"You don't get to go on the boat," Lizzie growled as she pounced on Sawyer like a cat.

Rousseau came running from down the beach, "Alex, that is no way for a young woman to act." She gripped her by the arm tightly and pulled her away from Sawyer.

Lizzie pouted, "I'm sorry Momma, but that mean guy won't let me go on the raft and it hurts my feelings."

Without a word, Rousseau turned and charged at Sawyer knocking him clear off the raft and into the water on his back.

"Jesus," Sawyer yelled as Kate rushed over and pulled Rousseau, who had begun to claw his face, off of him.

"Enough of this," Michael intervened, "Only one of you can go on the raft, and you guys had better decided quickly who it is, we're loosing sunlight." He pointed to the horizon for emphasis and sure enough the sun was low in the sky.

Both girls looked at each other, tears welling in their eyes, "you should go," Abby whispered.

Lizzie swallowed harshly, "Are you sure?"

Abby nodded with a rueful smile, "Work on your tan and make a map of the ocean for me, but not a satellite one, you know how they scare me."

"I will play Pirates of Craphole Island, and I will be the drunken pirate guy with the crazy facial hair," she promised as they embraced.

Lizzie climbed onto the raft and pushed Sawyer five feet away from her, "Goodbye Abs," she yelled to her friend and waved, "Keep the island in shape for me!"

"I will," she agreed and nodded, "I'll beat them into shape for you!"

Rousseau wrapped her arms around Abby's shoulders and pulled the girl close as she cried, "Goodbye Alex," she waved to the girl. When the raft was only a speck in the distance she spoke again, "Come on Alex."

"No," Lizzie screamed as she pulled her hand back into a fist and took a mildly threatening stance, "I said we turn here."

Sawyer sighed, "I'm gonna tell you again what I've been telling you for the last hour, we can't turn or we'll end up heading towards Antarctica," he placed his head in his hands, "Maybe it wasn't needing glasses that gave me headaches."

"You're such an idiot," Lizzie cried with frustration, before she knew what was happening she'd punched Sawyer in the stomach and taken the banana he was eating.

"Hey, that's mine," he protested as he stood up with wobbly legs, "That bitch took my fruit," he ranted as he tried to pry the banana away from Lizzie, only to have her shove the whole thing in her mouth and throw the peel at him.

"Ha, it's not anymore," Lizzie chortled and spat chunks of banana everywhere.

"That's gross," Walt's nose crinkled in disgust.

Lizzie's victorious smile fell into a grimace, "I wish Abby were here, she'd be laughing and telling us we should start a compost pile and trying to figure out ways to make banana muffins. You guys aren't anything like her. You guys suck."

Michael looked up from where he'd been navigating, "You wanted to come," he reminded.

"Yeah but why did Jin have to come, Abby could've taken his place, she has one up on him, she speaks the same language as the rest of us."

"God, why couldn't Lizzie come with us?" Abby whined as she dragged her feet through the dirt, not really feeling like walking anymore.

Kate turned and looked over her shoulder at the girl, "For the last time Lizzie wanted to go on the raft."

"If Lizzie came, she could've taken Kate's place," she continued as if Kate hadn't said anything at all, "Then it would be a lot more fun and a whole lot less bitchy."

"Alex," Rousseau grabbed Abby's shoulders in disappointment.

"I'm sorry momma, but Kate really annoys me, she doesn't care about my feelings and she's smelly."

"Oh," Rousseau nodded and moved to tackle Kate when Locke and Jack stopped her.

"Look let's just get the dynamite and get back, we don't have long before The Others come," with that said Jack picked up his pace as the group made their way deeper into the jungle.

Abby continued her slow pace and rambling as if nothing had even happened, "This trek would be a lot more fun if Charlie was here. He would sing and dance and do merry hobbit jigs."

"Hey," Kate called as they came to a clearing, "Is that the ship?" she pointed to a large ship that seemed misplaced in the jungle.

"No it's another big wooden ship," Abby grunted as she moved into it.

"Alex, darling," Rousseau beckoned her back out, "this is where I must leave you. Take care of yourself and I will see you soon," she called back as she disappeared back into the forest.

"What?" Abby questioned, "Mommy?"

There was no answer.

Abby cried and fell to her knees, "Why is everyone abandoning me!"

Lizzie kicked Sawyer in the knee, "That's what you get for almost trying to dis Abby," the girl explained.

"I haven't said a damn word for the last fifteen minutes," Sawyer protested as he grabbed his knee.

A cruel smile grew on Lizzie's face as she thought of a grand idea, "Hey, how about we play that game again."

She was slowly making her way towards the man and he was not fond of the look on her face. He began to push himself backwards, "Get this animal away from me."

"Oh you did not," Lizzie shouted as she pounced for him, but he managed to roll away at the final second and she ended up hitting the boat with force. "Owie!"

There was a plop from the rear end of the boat and all occupants turned towards the mysterious sound. Michael crept forward and looked at the ocean illuminated by the moonlight, "That was our rudder."

"Look what you did," Lizzie exclaimed as she reached forward and began punching Sawyer again.

He fought to keep her at bay, "I didn't do anything," he was warding off fists, "It was all you."

"I jumped for you and missed, this wouldn't have happened if you had just let me kick the crap out of you. Everyone else gets to do it," with one final blow Lizzie pushed him over the edge of the raft, "Go get the rudder."

Sawyer merely floated in the water for a few seconds before staring back blankly at Lizzie, "Go get it you big oaf," she screamed and then turned around to find Michael, Walt and Jin all staring at her, "What he did it, I swear."

When nothing was said in return she turned her back to them and muttered, "Abby would've agreed."

Sawyer's hands came right by her sneaker clad feet, and he threw the rudder back up on the boat, "There you go Queen Shiva, now can I come back on the damn boat?"

"I supposed," Lizzie moved away and allowed him to get back up on the rickety raft, and it was then that she noticed something shining in his pile of belongings. "Hey," she ran over to the objects and picked it up, "Sawyer has a gun."

"I don't think you should be going in there," Jack declared as he Kate and Locke stood at the entrance of the old boat and watched as Abby crept deeper into the darkness.

"Pfft," Abby waved her hand in dismissal, "I've been here like infinity times before. Me and Lizzie play Pirates of Craphole Island here all the time and nothing has ever happened. The only reason something might happen is because you three spazzes are tripped out on steroids and it's making you twitchy and nervous like those cocaine addicted mice in that Biology video me and Lizzie had to watch."

"Guys," Some Guy appeared out of nowhere once again, "Dynamite is very temperamental."

Abby turned her back again and continued moving into the boat, "no one cares," Abby paused and crinkled her nose in disgust, "Eww, it smells worse than Kate in here."

Kate rolled her eyes and she, Jack and Locke followed Abby inwards and began exploring. Skeletons sat shackled to the northern wall of the boat, the grotesque sight caused the group to stop and stand in silence.

"Always with the S&M," Abby muttered as she shook her head and made her way to a box of dynamite, "Here's some."

The guys approached with Kate trailing them, and carrying a very large pickaxe, "I'll open it with this."

"Are you an idiot?" Abby exclaimed, "You want to open a box of dynamite with a pickaxe, why don't you just use my lighter and burn them out."

Jack gesticulated to Locke and then the box, "Come on, let's get out of here."

"No, let Kate carry it," Abby insisted, "That way if it blows up, she's the only one who goes with it."

From the opening Some Guy yelled, "You guys, dynamite is temperamental."

The entire populace of the raft was staring at Sawyer in awe as he pulled his legs back onto the craft. He glared at Lizzie, "Give me that back."

"Or what?" Lizzie taunted.

Michael came up and stood equal to the girl, "Yeah man, or what?"

Walt followed his father's lead, "What were you gonna do with that anyways? Kill us all and use us as bait for the sharks?"

"You stay out of this Little Jiminy," Lizzie pushed him to the side, "This is my interrogation room."

Walt glanced up to his dad with a look of sheer puzzlement, then back at the girl before him, "This is a raft."

"Don't you get sassy with me boy," Lizzie waved the gun around in the air.

Sawyer growled, and reached for the gun, "it's my damn gun, now give it back."

Lizzie aimed the gun directly at Sawyer and smiled superiorly, "Don't you yell at me Mr. I-Think-You-Forget-Who-Has-The-Gun."

Jin approached Lizzie cautiously from the left, then waved for the gun.

"Yeah right, like I'm going to give the gun to some Korean who doesn't speak English," Lizzie shouted and then hurled the gun pass Sawyer and into the water, "There, no more gun."

Sawyer's teeth gritted inside of his mouth, "You bitch." His body jerked forward as he lunged for her, "That was our only form of protection."

Lizzie hurriedly pulled out one of the leftover knives that she had stolen from Locke, "Should we go fishing with some Sawyer skin?"

Michael situated himself between the two of them, "Put that away."

"Oh yeah," Lizzie pouted as she returned the knife to her purse, "you yell at the girl with the knife but not the guy with the gun. And I've never even killed anyone like Sawyer has."

Everyone looked at Sawyer in shock.

"I mean, man it's getting dark out…."

"The dynamite is very temperamental," Some Guy enlightened once again as he herded everyone away from the open box.

"I swear, if you say that one more time, I'll cut you," Abby threatened from where she reclined against a tree, "Dynamite isn't the only thing that's temperamental."

He shook his head and went back to the dynamite, "We're only taking as much as this as we need," he informed as he gazed at the indolent sticks.

"And Kate wanted to open it with a pickaxe," Abby reminded sarcastically.

"Kate, give me your shirt," the man demanded, he was kneeling next to the box and the mud. She looked at him incredulously and he continued, "Just give me your shirt, Princess."

"No," Abby interrupted as she pushed Jack forward and Kate to the side, "Jack should give you his shirt."

Kate rolled her eyes and took off the dress shirt she wore over her tank top.

"Eww," Abby protested, "no one wants to see that."

She threw the shirt over to Some Guy, who was still explaining about dynamite, "It blows everything up," he was rambling as he rolled the dynamite into the mud-soaked shirt. Finally he stood up with a small smirk of pride he informed, "Dynamite is very temper--"

On the last word he blew up into a hailstorm of Some Guy pieces.

The only light on the small vessel was the small oil lamp that sat atop the radar. Lizzie stared at it like a moth entranced by a flame.

"I'm so bored," she exclaimed as she rolled over onto her back.

"Shhh," Jin explained from her right. She sent a glance over to him and saw he was pointing to the outline of a sleeping Walt.

"Don't you 'shhh' me you bastard, you say nothing all day and now you 'shhh' me? I could care less if that brat is sleeping. He could be stolen for all I care. Stolen right now!" Lizzie shouted.

When Jin only stared at her blankly, she sighed and pulled out a deck of cards from her purse and began to play solitaire with herself. Suddenly in the silence of the night there was a beeping.

"What's that?" Walt asked rubbing his eyes as he woke up.

Michael ran over to the radar, and smiled, "I think, I think it's a ship or something."

Sawyer was rustling through all the cargo on board, "Where's the damn flare?"

Pulling the flare gun from the back of her pants Lizzie aimed the gun at the sky and pulled the trigger sending up a flash of light while still winning her solitaire game.

Everyone just looked to her with their mouths hanging agape.

"What?" she questioned still paying attention to her game, "That's what you were going to do, wasn't it?"

Michael was about to answer when he noticed a light approaching them, "Look a light, everyone wave!"

Everyone began to gleefully jump up and down, shaking the raft, "Oh my God can you not do that right now? I was winning my game." But everyone was too focused on the light to answer her.

"I think they see us," Walt exclaimed as the other boat stopped directly in front of the raft.

Lizzie didn't even have a chance for a smart-alecky response because the others pulled out the guns they were hiding.

"Hand over the kid and no one gets hurt," Said some old guy.

Pieces of Some Guy were falling everywhere, "It's raining men," Abby exclaimed as she ran into the jungle for some protection.

"He just blew up," Kate marveled as she stared at the smoking spot where the man had previously been, "Poor Arntz"

"Who the hell is Arntz?" Abby questioned as she dusted off her shoulders.

Locke pointed to some of the pieces that fell off Abby's shirt, "That was Arntz."

Abby sniffled, "I just called him 'Some Guy'. It was our thing, he would tell me about dynamite and how temperamental it was and I would ignore him. Now he's dead. Pieces of him decorating the trees like morbid Christmas ornaments."

"Come on," Jack pressed, "He have to get the dynamite to the hatch."

"Okay Mr. Freeze, God not only do you have no heart but you win the award for the stupidest suggestion ever. I'm not going near the dynamite now," Abby took to large steps back.

"We have to get going," Locke agreed with Jack and both men crouched in front of the box, "We'll carry the dynamite."

Kate approached them, "I want to carry some too."

"Oh you've got to be kidding me," Abby turned her head towards the sky, "There's pieces of Some Guy in my hair and you want to carry the dynamite?"

"It's too dangerous Kate," Jack answered with a stern shake of his head.

"Jack, I want to," She protested.

"Just take the damn box and let's go already!"

Clouds zipped by the window as the soft humming of Oceanic Flight 815's engine droned on in the background.

"This sucks," Lizzie complained as she fidgeted in her chair. When she received no answer from her traveling companion she nudged her, "What is it, Abs?"

Her friend was turned towards the window, eyes focused intently on the sky, and after a few moments without a reply, she turned towards Lizzie and announced, "There's something on the wing."

With a deadpan face, Abby repeated, "Something on the wing."

For a few minutes both girls did nothing until they simultaneously burst out into laughter, "That never gets old," Lizzie sighed.

From behind their seats a blonde girl appeared, "Look if you two retards are done screwing around, I'd like to watch the movie." Her face was full of rage and very serious.

Lizzie spun around so she was face to face with the girl, "I'm not done screwing around, in fact, I have several more hours on this flight to screw around with, and I will enjoy said time." With that she turned around and started waving her head in front of the television screen so the blonde girl couldn't see.

From behind them they heard a male voice say, "Shannon, calm down."

"See this is fun," Abby gave her friend a nudge.

"I guess," Lizzie agreed, "But I still would've preferred flying in a Hello Kitty airplane."

Abby sighed and placed her head in her hands, "I keep telling you we can only get a Hello Kitty airplane if we're flying to or from Japan."

"So why can't we go to Japan?" Lizzie questioned.

"Because I don't want to flying in a stupid Hello Kitty airplane," Abby shouted with a sudden outburst.

Another few moments of silence passed between the two as they looked awkwardly in opposite directions.

"Who do you think flies the Hello Kitty airplane?" Lizzie finally asked.

Abby sighed and threw up her hands in defeat, "Hello Kitty, I suppose."

"Why would you want a little boy?" Lizzie questioned as she looked the scraggily bearded man over a few times, "Hey, you're not one of those creeps who looks up kids on the internet and then ends up on Dateline NBC are you?"

He looked at her with disbelief and then cleared his throat, "No, just give us the boy."

"All right," Lizzie nodded and began to direct Walt towards the other ship.

Michael ran out and grabbed his son by the shoulder, "What are you doing?" he questioned heatedly.

"What they asked, and the kid is kind of annoying so, two birds with one stone," she explained.

"They're not taking my son," Michael elaborated.

Lizzie leaned closer to him, "Do you want them to shoot us?"

"Would've been nice to have a gun right about now," Sawyer mumbled.

"Quiet you," Lizzie demanded.

The man on the boat cocked his gun, "Hand over the child."

Lizzie turned and looked at him with wide, irritated eyes, "I'm trying to, God!"

"No," Michael disagreed and pulled his son closer to him.

A gunshot rang out and then a splash could be heard from the side of the boat, then only laughter was heard.

"They shot Sawyer," Lizzie chuckled whole-heartedly as she held her stomach.

Jin's eyes grew wide and he jumped into the water after his companion.

"What are you doing?" Lizzie questioned as she bent over to get a better look of the men in the water, "Leave that wanker."

A high pitched shriek suddenly cut through the night and when Lizzie turned back around she noticed herself alone on the raft which had somehow caught fire. The other boat started up and she ran to the edge, "Take me with you, I'm kind of a kid still."

They didn't even stop for a second look, so quickly Lizzie gathered all the food she could find and began shoving it into her purse.

"Shit," she exclaimed as she jumped onto a large piece of the raft that would stay afloat, "There's no way I'm getting all wet."

She grabbed the rudder that came off with no fight, and began to row away from the boat until she was at a safe distance. Then said her goodbyes to the fool raft that was once again burning into the night, and watched as it blew up.

She sighed, Abby would've loved it. The girl loved explosions.

"I can't believe it took us forty-five minutes to decide who was going to carry the stupid dynamite. We walked to the stupid ship quicker than that," Abby complained as she crossed a river with the group. "And I don't remember a river."

"It's a shortcut," Locke called from a block in front of her.

"What?" Abby called.

"A shortcut," he hollered back.

"What?" she yelled again.

"Try to keep up," Jack's voice echoed through the jungle but he was nowhere to be seen.

"Why do we have to stagger our walking anyways?" Abby muttered, "It's not like if we don't get blown up by dynamite, we won't get eaten by the Others."

No one answered her and the jungle fell silent. The wind was still and the birds quiet, the only remaining sound was Abby complaining to herself.

"Of course everyone has to walk ahead of me because they're afraid I'm going to blow up even though I'm the only one who's not carrying any dynamite," She muttered as she kicked a decent sized rock, "I hope one of them falls and takes the other two out. I hope it's Kate."

There was an odd twittering sound as a shadow flashed through some nearby trees.

"Oh great, now I'm being stalked by some incarnation of the devil," she stopped and set her backpack on the ground with a dissatisfied huff.

"All right, Other, come on, come get me. Come and take me to your barbeque and eat my babies."

Nothing greeted her in response and for a moment she stood in awe.

"Okay, Giant Monster that looks like a mixture of the special effects from House on Haunted Hill and Darkness Falls, come and eat me like I'm a pilot."

The trees stood still as the sun came out from behind the clouds and shone between the leaves.

"Okay, Zombie Boone, come and eat my delicious licorice brains, come on for the past week I've been doing Sudokus and crosswords for like eighteen hours a day, my head is an all-you-can-eat buffet."

Clinking and roaring came from nearby. Abby followed her instincts and ran as fast as her legs would carry her through the jungle.

Jumping over a ridge she landed on her knees in the dirt and scrambled to her feet to find Kate and Jack holding Locke from falling down a hole in the ground.

Kate looked up, alarm filling her eyes, "Abby help us."

"Get some dynamite from my pack and throw it down the hole," Jack ordered as he struggled to keep his hold on Locke.

"Oh screw this," Abby exclaimed as she ran away from the group and into the jungle.

Five hours into the flight the girls were starting to get restless. So on a whim; they started to rummage through Lizzie's purse.

"Hey do you have any opera music?" Abby questioned as she held a pile of about sixteen CDs.

Lizzie nodded, "Yeah I love that Diva Dance song," she began to sing it horribly and at the top of her lungs.

"Hey," Abby pointed to the comic book she'd been reading, "Hey, hey," she tapped Lizzie's arm trying to get her attention, "This guy looks like Dr. Phil," she yelled victoriously as she pointed to her Buffy comic, "Dr. Phil is in my Buffy comic and I can't tell any of the characters apart because they all look the same."

Lizzie giggled, "I just got it."

Abruptly the stewardess showed up with her cart, "Would you like something to drink?"

"No," Lizzie said sternly.

Abby shook her head and replied politely, "No thank you."

"Are you sure? It's a long flight to LA?" she asked pleasantly.

"NO!" Lizzie growled.

The lady shrugged her shoulders and rolled the cart away.

Abby leaned over to get a better look at the cart, "Those would be really good for making roller blades out of," she stated randomly.

Lizzie nodded in agreement, then went back to singing her song, even louder this time.

"Oh my God, can you like not?" Shannon questioned as she popped up from behind the seats again.

Lizzie was about to sing louder when the stewardess pushed the cart by again, this time accidentally bumping Lizzie in the elbow.

"Jesus," Lizzie screamed and held her bruised funny bone.

The stewardess turned around and smiled, "I'm sorry dear, did you need a drink?"

Lizzie glared at her until she turned and continued down the row.

"Hey want to piss off the stewardess?" Lizzie suggested.

"Do I?" Abby said gleefully and the girls started pushing the red button above their heads repeatedly to call her back.

She arrived with a smile, "What can I get your girls?"

"Hi," Lizzie greeted sassily.

"Would you like a drink?" Abby questioned the lady.

She stared blankly and replied, "No thank you," her voice a bit flustered.

"I'm sorry," Lizzie shook her head, "We don't have that kind of drink."

As the lady left, Lizzie high-fived Abby as they giggled.

"Okay, again," Abby declared as Lizzie started smashing the button.

The lady returned but this time her smile was missing.

"Hi," greeted Abby.

"Hi," replied the stewardess.

"Do you have any sushi?" Lizzie questioned.

"Umm, no, I don't think so," the lady replied with her thick Australian accent.

"Well what the hell kind of plane is this?" Lizzie shouted angrily.

Abby nodded in agreement, "yeah I bet the Hello Kitty airplane has sushi galore."

"I'm sorry," the lady apologized.

"You'd better be sorry," Lizzie shouted and the lady left. When she was out of sight, Lizzie turned to her friend, "Again?"

"Mmm, yeah," Abby said as she mashed the button once again. The lady looked out from behind the curtain and shook her head at the girls and then returned back inside.

Lizzie crossed her arms, "She totally just ignored us."

"Push it again," Abby yelled and Lizzie did so, "Faster!"

"If I go any faster my finger will fall off," Lizzie screamed, "You do it."

After fifteen minutes of time elapse, someone finally came, but it wasn't the lady.

"Hey where's the lady?" Lizzie questioned.

"Yeah we could've been choking or dying," Abby added.

"Well," A voice came from behind Abby, as a young man appeared, "I am a lifeguard."

Lizzie pushed Abby out of the way and leaned against the back of the chair, "Really?" and then she resorted to fake choking.

"God did you guys lose your way or your minds or something? Your short cut took you eight extra hours. It's dark, I'm tired and I don't even care what the hell is in the hatch," Abby practically screamed from where she paced on top of the hatch, "It's probably just a giant Jack-In-The-Box anyways."

Jack and Kate merely sent her unimpressed looks as Locke sent an eerie smile, "Well if you would've helped us…"

Abby's head shot up, "I'm not a team player, I've made it very clear and you guys never remember. I don't like you; I don't like people in general. I don't even like me that much right now because I actually put up with you bullshit. I hate sports, I hate school spirit and I hate mostly anything that isn't sitting and doing nothing, like this is."

Locke cleared his throat, "Than why are you here now, Abigail?"

She raised an eyebrow, "First off, none of that Abigail crap. Second, I like explosions, so get on with it already," she jumped off the hatch and approached the others.

"Alright," Locke began, "Abby, you run the wire and—"

She abruptly cut him off, "I didn't say I was going to help."

Locke paused for a moment, then continued, "Alright, Kate you lay the wire while Jack and I set up the dynamite."

"They're making you lay the wire because you would spaz out and blow us all up if you came close to the dynamite," Abby informed cruelly.

Kate sent her a glare, "If you're not going to help just stand there and be quiet."

Abby shoved her hands in the pockets of her blue jeans and turned away from Kate, "Jeez, I only meant to say you're incapable, is all."

Jack and Locke sent her a look and she raised her hands defensively and backed away, "Everyone's so delicate."

"It's all set up," Jack called.

"Let's light this bitch up," Abby yelled as she ran and jumped behind a bush, to wait for the fireworks. Jack and Kate followed her while Locke lit the fuse.

"Wait," A voice suddenly screamed as Hurley ran out of the jungle waving his arms like a madman, "Don't light it, the numbers are bad."

Abby jumped to her feet, "No, interrupting explosions is bad, so shut up"

Locke ignored both sides of yelling and lit the fuse then ran for cover.

"No!" Hurley shouted, and began to stomp at the lit fuse.

Abby shot from her spot and over to Hurley, "I'm so arresting your ass this time," she yelled as she tackled him to the ground.

"Both of you get down," Jack called as he tackled both Hurley and Abby to the ground just as the hatch exploded.

"Look," the increasingly disheveled looking stewardess began. The button on her lapel was undone and her hair littered with knots, "I'm getting annoyed with you and you're obviously getting tired of annoying me."

Lizzie took the ruler that had been lying indolently at her side and moved it up to press the red button without getting out of her slouched position, "Actually it's not really getting to us."

The stewardess sighed, "I don't know what it is with all you passengers and being inconsolable. I had to give the doctor in steerage an extra two bottles of vodka just to keep him quiet. And the blonde girl behind you won't shut up about not being in first class."

"You know what, could you like shut up? I'm still trying to watch the movie," Shannon complained from behind their seats.

The stewardess continued, "And the paralyzed guy keeps dropping stuff on purpose and making me pick it up."

"We didn't ask for your life story," Abby groaned.

"Besides you have nothing to offer us that will take away the pleasures of annoying you," Lizzie added.

The stewardess smiled deviously, "How would you girls like a trip to the cockpit?"

"Yeah," Lizzie screamed as she jumped out of her chair and pushed the stewardess down in the aisle. "What are you waiting for Abby, let's go."

The two girls ran through first class, pushing past a short, druggie looking guy who was racing for the bathrooms.

"Oh no you don't," Lizzie yelled as she shook her fist at the guy and pushed him to the ground.

Abby gave him a second glance, "Liz, I think he's having a big wiggins."

"I don't bloody care," Lizzie yelled as she grabbed her friends arm and pulled her the last few feet to the cockpit.

When the door opened, they felt a sudden wave of freedom. All the buttons that must be pressed.

"Wow," Lizzie exclaimed, "Is this what it looks like?"

"Hey, what does this button do?" Abby questioned pointing to a button that was large, red, and had the words 'do not push' on it.

"Hey, are those seats comfy?" Lizzie asked.

"Can we sit in them?" Abby asked right after her friend.

"Are you actually flying?"

"Is it standard or automatic?"

"Can I fly it?"

"Hey I want to help fly too!"

"What's this lever thing?"

"Can you guys talk secretly over those headsets?"

"Is there a secret code?"

"Can you watch movies while flying?"

"Can you shoot people from the air with the plane?"

"Oh my God, that would be so cool," Lizzie exclaimed, "It would be like that video game with the flying and the shooting."

The pilots looked at the girls and said nothing.

"Ummm," Abby sent a sideways glance to her friend, "Do you guys want some vodka, because your one stewardess is basically just giving it away?" she questioned so that the pilots wouldn't see her friend sneaking around them to grab the steering wheel.

"Hey, this is so cool. Abs you got to try this," Lizzie shouted with her hands at ten and two.

"Hey, you can't touch that," one of the pilots protested.

"Who are you? MC Hammer?" Abby questioned with a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah," Lizzie agreed as she began slapping the pilot, "Don't tell me what I can't do."

The other pilot attempted to take hold of Lizzie, but she was squirming, "Abby get the other wheel."

Abby ran to the other wheel and pushed the pilot out of his seat and to the floor. Lizzie in all of her squirminess didn't notices when the pilot fell and accidentally knocked him out with her purse.

"Opps," she exclaimed, "my bad."

"Pfft," Abby blew it off, "Who cares; now we get to drive this baby. What's it's speed?"

"I don't know?" Lizzie answered.

"Well take it up to seventy," Abbby demanded as she put the headgear on.

"Okay, I get to be Hello Kitty," Lizzie said as she pressed random buttons, "Meow."

"Oh no," Abby pointed out the front window, "What's that?"

Lizzie cranked the wheel to one side and exclaimed "It's a tornado!"

The girls pretended there's was a giant one in front of the plane and began to turn both wheels in the opposite directions.

"Oh shit, we're gonna crash," Lizzie screamed.

Abby grasp the wheel tightly, "Pull it up, pull it up."

"I can't, it's stuck."

Both girls looked at each other, then simultaneously abandoned their posts and ran out of the cockpit. They rushed down the aisle, pushing the stewardess to the floor once again.

In the confusion they ran right pass their seats and through to near the middle of the plane. That was when Abby tripped.

"Officer down," she called as she lied on her stomach reaching her hand out towards her friend. "Just leave without me."

"No one gets left behind, Cadet," Lizzie announced and hulled her friend up.

Noticing two empty seats behind an unconscious bleeding man, and a girl with insane curly hair, they moved directly to them.

"Strap in," Abby screamed.

"Roger," Lizzie shouted.

The plane was beginning to bump and jerk as it took its nosedive.

"Those pilots suck at driving the plane," Lizzie complained.

Abby looked out the window, "Oh my God, there's something on the wing."

"We're all gonna die," Lizzie yelled and the girls laughed together.

They screamed and cheered, raising their arms above their heads like if they were on a roller coaster. When suddenly a piece of the plane outside of the window lit on fire.

"Shit," Lizzie pointed out the window.

Suddenly the speed of the plane became faster and the oxygen masks fell down before them. The back of the plane ripped off and people began to fly out from all around them.

"Wooohooo," Lizzie yelled excitedly, "This is freaking awesome, best ride ever and super cool masks."

"Where do you think we're going to land?" Abby questioned as she looked behind her, then to the side of her.

"Water or land. Hopefully not an unchartered island with baby eating natives."

"Would you stop trying to mount me?" Abby yelled as she pushed Jack from off top of her, "Control yourself, Doctor."

Hurley was already on his feet beside them, "You blew it up," he yelled hysterically, "you blew it up and the numbers are bad."

"What numbers?" Jack asked as Kate helped him to his feet.

Hurley looked at him, "Four, eight, fifteen, sixteen, twenty-three, forty-two."

"Huh, that's weird," Abby thought aloud as she stood with her arms akimbo, "You'd think thirteen would be in there somewhere."

Locke pointed to the hatch, "Look, it's opened."

Standing up slowly, he began to walk towards the opening when Abby pushed herself by Jack and Kate, knocking them down once again, and body checked Locke, "Out of the way gramps."

He was right. The lid of the hatch had been blown off, and with a sturdy roundhouse kick, Abby pushed it off and eagerly looked inside.

"There's nothing in here," Abby called out disappointedly.

"What?" Locke questioned skeptically, and moved beside her at the edge of the opening.

Abby looked at Locke and pushed him back so he was out of the way. Leaning over the hole, she looked down and saw nothing but eternal darkness. Cupping her hands over her mouth she called out, "Hello?"

It's over! And it's sad! But don't you want to review and tell us how much you loved it? And your favorite parts? (we love hearing about your favorite parts!) And even though it's sad, what could make it a little better? Some notes onf the story!!!
- The song I sing at the beginning is Love Today by Mika. I always sing this song.
- Hello Kitty airplane does exist. My friend was telling me about it and how Hello Kitty must drive it.
- House and Haunted Hill and Darkness Falls are my two favorite movies. And the monster does look like the monster in both of them.
- Delicious licorice is probably my favorite saying because it's audibly pleasing (A close second is Man pride, child bride)
- I do bruise very easily.
- We were listening to opera while we wrote this story, and Lizzie wanted to include it. The song she mentions is fromt eh movie Fifth Element.
- Likewise, while she took her turn of writing, I was reading my Buffy the Vampire Slayer comic, and bitching about how I couldn't tell any of the blonde characters apart, and then I found a guy who looked like Dr. Phil and of course we stopped writing for like 3 hours to marvel at it.
- 'I'll cut you' is my threat for basically anything. It started when someone tried to hand be a flyer and I blurted it out.
- Lastly the 'Pfft' thing I always say and wave my hand is an actual mannerism that I have and do very often. That's why it's in a few of the chapters.

It's been fun, and I hope you enjoyed:

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