Thanks to everyone who has continued to read and anyone who chooses to start. Here's the next part hope you like it. Feel like I've actually got somewhere now in setting up the story so I can now write some good bits!

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Natasha

"Find Locke" Sawyer shouted over the girls screams, as he quickly crossed the room. Claire didn't move, her feet frozen to the floor as she watched the once peaceful girl now flailing wilding on the bed.

"Just go Claire" Sawyer shouted again as he took a hold of the girls arms trying to pin her to the bed "Quickly"

"Olli" The girl sobbed as she struggled violently under Sawyers grip "Olli please make it stop"

"Wow, calm down baby doll before you do some damage" Sawyer tried to wake the girl from her all consuming nightmare. "It's over, it's all over"

Kaia's eye's shot open wide with fear at the unfamiliar voice, she tried to move but the arms holding her were too strong she couldn't break free. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, as she looked up into the eyes of the guy who was holding her. She opened her mouth to speak but her throat was so dry that no words would come out.

"It's all over" he repeated again but his grip on her didn't loosen.

"Please" she managed in a horse whisper "Let go of me"

He appeared not to have heard her for he ignored her plea. Fear flooded though Kaia's veins, what had happened and what was he going to do to her.

"Who are you?" The guy's voice was as firm as his hold. "What are you doing here?"

Confusion filled her mind, where was here? The last thing she remembered was the boat, laughing over dinner, drinking, talking. What had happened and how had she ended up here?

"Who are you?" the guy asked again gazing unblinkingly at her, his eye's held determination and a hardness that sent a chill running though her leaving her no option but to answer his question.

"Kaia"

"Well Kaia, what brings you to the island?"

Her head was spinning, pain niggled at the back of her mind and she slowly became aware of the ache that was spreading though every part of her body. Island, what Island? What was going on, and where was her brother?"

"Well?" he asked her again "What are you doing on the Island?"

Kaia opened her mouth to speak but a voice from the doorway stopped her before she began "Let her go James" turning her head she saw another two figures entering the room.

Kaia sat up in bed her hands wrapped around a steaming mug of sweet tea. The warm brown liquid had soothed the tightness in her throat and she could feel its warmth begging to spread through her easing the rest of her aches and pains. She had told them as much as she could remember but still they kept asking questions as if they suspected her of lying.

"Do you remember the GPS co-ordinates of where you were before the fog came in" Locke asked her a continued patience in his voice.

"Like I said, I didn't really pay too much attention to that kind of thing" Kaia answered "Oliver took care of the navigation. To be honest I don't even know where we were heading. he said it was a surprise." Kaia's own patience was beginning to run out. The shock wearing off, she was finding it hard to think of anything but the others.

"How many of you were on the boat?" Sawyer asked, his hard gaze never leaving her.

"I've already told you there were six of us, please you have to help me try and find them."

"They made it to the Island?" Locke questioned, watching as Kaia's gaze fall

"I don't know, but its possible right? I survived so it's possible they did too isn't it"

"It's possible" Locke nodded although his voice lacked conviction "Sawyer and I will search the beach for them"

Kaia began to push back the blankets that covered her but Locke stopped her, tucking them carefully down again. "You need to rest, if they're out there we'll find them, don't worry."

He rose from the chair he'd been sitting in, Sawyer following close behind them. "Claire can you make sure Kaia has everything she needs."

Kaia couldn't help notice the glance exchanged between Claire and Locke, Why did she have the feeling that she was more prisoner here than guest?

The dark eye's watched as the two guys left the confines of the barracks heading in the direction of the beach. Hiding in the bushes she was safe from the eyes of anyone who may be on look out. Pushing her long dark hair out of her face she slowly turned to face the way they had gone. The leaves and twigs beneath her feet made no noise as she followed the leaving figures, a skilful grace allowing her to stay unnoticed as she glided though the trees behind them.