A/N: Mia, as always, belongs to littletonpace.

"So did you and Mia get up to any trouble while you were gone?" Jack asked with a grin, his hand intertwined with Matt's as they followed Mr. Eko and Ana Lucia through the trees. Every time he had to let go to go around a tree, he immediately grabbed Matt's hand again.

"Someone's affectionate and adorable," Matt said with a matching grin, squeezing Jack's hand. "And you mean besides driving Ana Lucia crazy because we wouldn't stop talking?"

"She adores us," Mia called out with a laugh. She was directly behind them, hovering near Sawyer. They were all taking turns carrying the makeshift stretcher, and Michael and Jin were currently heaving Sawyer carefully over logs and rocks. "But not as much as I adore this sweet ass." She slapped Matt's ass lightly, causing him to turn his head, rolling his eyes at her good-naturedly.

"Given what you've gone through, and that I'm thrilled to see you smiling again, I'm not going to threaten to amputate your hand at the wrist," Jack said, biting his lip to try to hide his grin of amusement. Mr. Eko gestured to the side, and Ana ordered them all to rest.

"Then I'd just use the other hand," Mia bantered back playfully, laughing as she patted Matt's ass with her left hand before scampering away to Sawyer's side.

"See, now I'm just to going to have to put my hands all over your ass so Mia knows it's mine," Jack whispered in Matt's ear as they sat down, his voice low.

"Yours, huh?" Matt whispered back, burying his face in the crook of Jack's neck, nuzzling the lightly sunburned skin. "I'm going to have thank Mia then, because I love your hands all over my ass."

"Asshole," Sawyer mumbled, as Mia gently lifted the gauze and checked his wound.

"Me?" Mia answered, sitting back on her heels. "I know you sometimes think I'm a bitch, but really?"

"Matt," Sawyer answered, wincing as her fingers lay the gauze back again. "Keeps flirting with you."

"Seriously, Sawyer?" Mia glanced over at Matt and Jack. Matt had his fingers tangled in Jack's hair, pulling him in closer, as he kissed him deeply. His other hand played with the lines of Jack's abs under his dirty t-shirt. "To be any closer over there, Matt would literally have to be in Jack's lap, and I think they're not there yet just for proprieties sake."

"You keep touching him," Sawyer continued to grumble, as Mia managed to get a few drops of water to at least ghost across his lips.

"He's my best friend, Sawyer!" Mia protested, flicking him in the foot. "And totally gay, especially for Jack, if you didn't pick up on that from him having his tongue down Jack's throat. I could literally take off my top and shake my boobs in his face, and he'd just roll his eyes at me and laugh."

"Try it on me," Sawyer said with a wink, and Mia flicked his foot again, rolling her eyes and laughing. "I meant the boobs." She shook her head, flashing him a wink.

"Cindy?" The call suddenly rang out, and instantly everyone was on their feet. Sawyer struggled to sit upright as Ana Lucia went tearing around the group, continuing to call out.

"She was right here!" Libby called back, starting to search around the perimeter of trees surrounding them.

"Where could she have gone? She can't have gone far!" Mia said, hurrying to join Libby in the search, Matt and Jack right beside her.

Just then they began, the whispers, words, suddenly resonating from all around them. They grew louder, closer, and Matt and Ana Lucia reacted first, both moving towards the sound. Jack grabbed Matt's arm, holding him back, but no one was there to hold Ana Lucia back. The rain began to pour down, making the whispers seem to echo from right under their skin.

A gunshot suddenly boomed out from where Ana Lucia had run towards. The group took off as one, slipping and sliding in the mud. Jack hurried to the back to help Mia carry Sawyer's stretcher, while Matt led the pack with Mr. Eko.

The path suddenly opened up and there they were, Ana Lucia standing frozen, a recently-fired gun hanging at her side, Sayid holding a limp, bleeding Shannon in his shaking arms.