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Chapter 2:

"Rise and shine, Sleepin' Beauty." That was the first thing I heard when I woke up the next day.

"What?" My eyes opened, trying to get used to the light. I could tell it was mid-afternoon by the color of the sky. I sat up and saw a man in the tent, watching me with a cocky smile. "What do you want?" I asked him. I rubbed my eyes and pulled my hair out of my face and into a ponytail, every action done sleepily.

"Nothin'. Just thought you should probably be gettin' up about now. Everyone else is."

"Yeah, well, I'm not 'everyone'. I'm me." I retorted. He laughed at this. "Just get out of here."

He thought about it for a moment. "And why would I want to do that, Sweetpea?"

"Because I said so. Get out!" I was now fully awake and for some reason I felt the slightest bit angry. He raised his hands in a mock surrender, but it was obvious he was sarcastic. He backed out of the tent and walked away. Now that I was awake, it wasn't like I could just fall back asleep, I was weird like that. I realized that my leg felt much better. The doctor must have fixed it while I was sleeping. I thought. So I got dressed and walked out of the tent to join everyone else in whatever it was that they were doing. Hopefully, it was something important and productive but I would just have to find out for myself.

People stood in little groups, talking to each other about the events of last night. Most of the others were staring out to sea. A few of the survivors sat in the sand by a dying fire and stared into it's burning embers, probably thinking of a happier and more fortunate time than this. As I looked around, I saw the doctor standing off to the distance and watching the waves as they crashed onto the beach peacefully. Waves crashing on the beach could still be peaceful, despite the fact that we were stranded on a deserted island. I saw a woman walk up to the doctor and she asked him a question or she said something and the doctor turned around to answer her.

She walked away and trekked across the beach, over to a dead man who was half-way buried under some of the carnage from the plane and had become beyond help the night before. She knelt in the sand and slowly pulled his shoes off, checking the size, and then slipping them on. She seemed to deem them a perfect fit and looked up to see a bald man with a scratch over his right eye smiling at her with an orange peel in his mouth. It was an awkward exchange and he looked away. The woman then turned to join the doctor.

I walked over to where a group of people sat in a circle, including Boone, and I sat down to join them. I also recognized the guy I had been sitting across from on the plane. The one that had been shaking and had run away from the flight attendants.

"Does anyone have any sun block?" He asked.

"Yeah, I do." A girl who sat beside Boone replied. She was that girl I had seen standing in place and screaming yesterday. She reached into a bag and pulled it out, handing it to the guy. As she did so, Hurley walked over.

"So, I was just looking inside the fuselage. It's pretty grim in there. Do you think we should do something about the, uh…" He looked cautiously at the boy who sat there before them all. "B-O-D-Y-S?"

"What are you spelling, man? Bodies?" asked the boy's father.

"B-O-D-I-E-S." The boy responded, not looking up from whatever it was he was doing.

"That sounds like a good idea." An Arabic man answered.

"No. They'll deal with it when they get here!" The girl said.

The doctor walked up to our little group and knelt down beside Boone, saying, "I'm gonna go out and look for the cockpit. See if we can find a transceiver to send out a distress signal to help the rescue team." He turned to Boone. "You're gonna need to keep an eye on the wounded. If the guy in the suit wakes up, try to keep him calm, but don't let him remove that piece of shrapnel. You understand?"

"Yeah. Got it. But what about the guy with the leg? The tourniquet—" Boone asked him

"It stopped the bleeding. I took it off last night. He should be alright." The doctor responded

"Yeah, cool. Good job." He said. It was quiet for a while. The doctor was about to stand up when a question came to mind.

"Hey, what's your name?" I asked him.

"Jack. What's yours?"

"Mia." I responded. He nodded.

"I'll come with." That was the guy I had sat next to. He began to stand up as well. "I wanna help."

"I don't need anymore help." He stated, standing straight.

"No, it's cool. I don't really feel like standing still, so…" He trailed off. Jack nodded and they both walked over to where the woman stood, waiting. "Excellent." I had thought of volunteering to go myself but decided against it.

(Author's note: I didn't have Mia coming with them to find the transceiver because in most stories, when someone adds their own character, they have him or her going on every important journey to do something. (Like going to find the transceiver.) I don't like that and I wanted to make this story different. There are more differences up ahead and I hope you like it. Sorry, back to the story!)

I stayed put and after we had started talking again for sometime, I had found out that the Arabic man was Sayid, the blond girl was Shannon, the boy was Walt and his father was Michael, and the guy that had just volunteered was Charlie. I also found out that the woman who had gone with Jack and Charlie was Kate. Interesting to know. Another one of my question popped into my mind.

"Hey, do you know that guy that has the long blond-ish hair and he's kinda sarcastic a lot, do you know his name?" I asked Boone and I saw him think about it for a moment.

"I think his name's Sawyer, if we're thinking of the same person." He answered me, smiling.

"Yeah, I think we're thinking of the same person." I smiled right back at him. And then I laughed. I know, very cliché of me, right? He was cute.

"And who might that person be?" I might not have known who it was, but the Southern drawl sort of gave it away.

"None of your business." I said without turning around.

A raindrop fell on my nose and as I looked up, another one fell on my forehead. Suddenly, torrentuous rain came pouring down on all of us. We all kind of dispersed and ran for cover. Except one person. The man with the scar over his right eye sat there, looking up at the sky and holding his arms out wide. It was as if he was embracing the rain, like he thought it was some miracle.

I began to hear the same noises that we had heard from last night. I could hear branches, trees crumbling and what sounded like an animal, an angry growling one at that. I stood up and walked to the edge of my shelter from the rain, looking out towards the jungle. I knew that everyone had some sense that there was danger out there and they were all frightened. Some of us tried to put on a brave face, but I knew it was just for show. The rumbling and crashing noise continued and I heard the pregnant girl say, "There it is again."

"Oh my God." Whispered the woman who Jack had performed CPR on yesterday. I had heard her name was Rose.

We all stood or sat there in silence and stillness, just waiting for this noise to start up again, as it had stopped, and for this whole ordeal to be over with. Somehow, I knew that we might not be rescued so soon. We were probably gonna be on this island for some time. Then I remembered that Jack, Kate, and Charlie were out in the jungle, looking for the cockpit and the transceiver that they hoped was inside it. I hoped they were okay. What if that noise, whatever or whoever it was, had gotten to them? What if they were dead? I could only hope that that never happened and that they did make it back alive. I stood there in wait, too anxious to sit down.

Suddenly, a loud roaring, siren-like noise sounded throughout the entire island. "What is that?" I asked out loud to know one in particular.

"I don't know, sweetie." I turned around. It was Rose who had said that. She was a kind woman, I could tell. Right then, I knew I liked her.

The growling continued. It sounded like a very large snarling bear or something like it. I had never heard anything so frightening in my life. Whatever it was, it made a noise that sounded like metal clashing with metal. Or something far, far more worse. It sounded like trees crunching and moving apart as whatever this thing was moved through the jungle. I couldn't tell where it was coming from or where it was going to because it was so loud. However, it just stopped. I stood there, in fear for my own life and the others around me, waiting for it to burst out of the jungle and brutally kill us all, ripping us to pieces. It made a crashing sound again, louder this time than the last. I couldn't even imagine what Jack, Kate and Charlie were going through right then, only utter and complete terror coursing through their bodies and minds. It was still raining.

I heard a huge crash off into the distance. I knew it was something else entirely. It couldn't be this monster that was barraging us with loud sounds. This sound was different. And strangely, the rain just suddenly stopped. Just like the monster. People started to come out, salvage anything that might have been ruined or soaked in the rain like books or clothing. Anything. And yet Jack, Kate, and Charlie weren't back yet. No sign of them at all.

The next day, when there was no evidence of it having rained at all last night, I woke up and was told that Jack, Kate, and Charlie were back from there journey to find the transceiver. I had walked out of my tent and walked right into Boone. "Sorry." I said.

"It's fine." He said. He held a navy blue shirt in his hands and that reminded me of the first day when he had patched up my leg. He walked over to his sister, Shannon, who was lying in the sand with a coral-colored bikini on. "Hey, we're going through some clothes and sorting them. " She didn't answer him or show any sign that she had actually heard him. "I see you found your bag. Come on, you wanna give us a hand?"

Without opening her eyes or moving really, she replied, "Not really. You're wasting your time. They're coming." He gave up trying to talk to her and walked away and so I ran to catch up with him.

"Who's that, your girlfriend?" I asked.

"Nope. She's my sister." He replied. He didn't seem too happy about it, though.

"Oh."

"Why?" He stopped walking and looked at me.

"Just curious." We continued to walk and pick up anything that belonged to us or anything to put into different groups. I picked up a gray shirt with a Chinese symbol for something I didn't know what it meant and I stopped to look at it for a moment. "Is this yours?" I asked him. He looked up from the piles he had made of different clothes.

"Oh, yeah. That's mine." I gave it to him and he looked at it for a moment, then he threw it in a pile of clothes that I assumed was his. We continued to look through the assortment of clothes that was spread out all over the beach until someone rammed into me, knocking me down to the ground and making me drop the clothes in my arms. I had the wind knocked out of me for a moment, but then I regained my breath and my head had stopped spinning.

I stood up and faced the man that stood in front of me and then I yelled, "What the hell was that for?"

"Sorry, princess." Sawyer said sarcastically and then he jumped back into the fight he had just been in. He was fighting Sayid for some reason, throwing punches and they were tackling each other every now and then. It was definitely not playful. Everyone stopped what they were doing and stood where they were to watch. Sawyer attempted to punch Sayid in the face and missed and then Sayid punched him in the stomach. Sawyer was doubled over trying to regain his breath and then he kicked some sand at Sayid and tackled him. He began to punch him in the face and this time he didn't miss. Jack ran over, trying to break up the fight.

"Hey! Break it up!" He yelled. "Break it up!" He tried to pull Sawyer off while he struggled against the doctor's surprisingly strong grip. Michael tried to pull Sayid away and he said similar things.

"I'm sick of this redneck!" Sayid yelled at him.

"You want some more of me, boy?" Sawyer questioned him back

"Tell everyone what you told me! Tell them that I crashed the plane. Go on!" Sayid yelled at Sawyer, trying his hardest to break Michael's grip and attack Sawyer.

"What is going on?" Jack asked them both. "What is going on?" Sayid and Sawyer were both yelling incomprehensible things at each other and struggling against their captors' grips.

"My kid found these in the jungle." Michael said, pulling out a pair of large metal bracelet. Handcuffs.

"And this guy was sitting in the back row of business class the whole flight. He never got up. Hands folded underneath a blanket. And for some reason—I'm just pointing this out—the guy I saw next to him didn't make it."

"Thank you so much for observing my behavior."

"You don't think I saw them pull you out of line before we boarded? Come on, bring it!" He yelled at Sayid as they started to charge at each other again. Jack and Michael had to hold them back.

"Stop!" They both stopped trying to attack each other and walked away. I saw it was Kate who had yelled at them. I was thinking the exact same thing. "We found the transceiver, but it's not working. Can anybody help?"

"Yes. I might be able to." Sayid said as he began to walk towards Kate.

"Oh, great! Perfect! Let's trust this guy!" Sawyer responded to this exchange.

"Hey! We're all in this together, man! Let's treat each other with a little respect." Hurley said to him, looking right at him. Hurley did have a point. Arguing wasn't gonna get us anywhere.

"Shut up, Lardo."

"Hey." I said, stepping forward. Sawyer was not going to treat people like this.

"Give it a break." Jack said. He was breathing kind of heavily, as where the rest of us, practically.

"Whatever you say, Doc. You're the hero." Sawyer retorted. He was more sarcastic than I had thought. Everyone watched him walk away to some other part of this beach. He clearly didn't want to have anything to do with us.

"You guys found the cockpit?" Boone asked from beside me. I had forgotten he was even there because of all of the commotion and the fighting. Jack nodded. "Any survivors?" I saw Kate and Charlie share a look. Jack shook his head.

"No."

"It's Dual Band, Military Spec. Chances are, the battery's good, but the radio is dead." Sayid held up the radio as proof.

"Can you fix it?" Kate asked. She really wanted to know. We all wanted to know. I wanted to get off this island as much as anybody, but the first step was contacting anyone that could find us and take us off this island.

"I need some time." That was all Sayid said before he walked away, in the opposite direction that Sawyer had gone.

Rose took a few steps toward Jack and said, "Doctor, the man with the shrapnel—I—I think you should take a look at him." Jack followed Rose to the tent with the injured, yet still alive man. Jack must have been doing anything he could do to save this guy. It was probably pretty hard to do so, considering how we didn't have any medical tools to use. We just had to use what we had.

Everyone went their separate ways and Boone and I kept on walking, searching and sorting through the clothes.

"So, that was…interesting. I guess." I said, as I picked through the shirts and other things that were strewn across the beach and some things that were buried in the sand.

"Yeah, you could say that." We both looked at each other and then I started laughing. "What?"

"Nothing, nothing." I responded. I smiled to myself and he must have seen it, but he didn't say anything. I looked over to where Kate and Sayid stood talking about something. Sayid held the transceiver in his hands. "Hey, look. It looks like Sayid might've fixed the transceiver. Maybe we have a chance of getting off this island."

"Yeah. But we have to contact someone. And for all we know, the signal might not be so strong and they might not be able to get our location." Boone countered.

"How do you know so much about it? Maybe you should have volunteered to fix it." I teased.

"Um, to answer your question, I guess I know it from TV and movies. No, I could not have fixed it. If I had tried, we would never get off this island." He said to me. I could see a smile forming on his lips. This was good, considering how frightened and sad most people had been lately. He needed a reason to smile, to laugh. And so did I. I guess we all did, really.

And there you have it! Wow! 9 pages! I hope you enjoy this story as much as I did writing it. A special thanks to AudreyDarke96 and SilvrBlade for reviewing my story. Thanks so much guys! You know the reviews are what influence me and help me to update and get back to you guys. Again, thank you so much! I will update soon, probably in a couple days, but who knows? Don't worry. Don't forget to review with any suggestions, questions, compliments, or all three! Love you guys!

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