Luna rubbed her eyes. She hadn't been hurt too badly in the crash, nothing some stitches and rest to build back some of the blood she'd lost wouldn't fix. Where was Jack? Luna wanted out of the tent—the only good thing about being in here alone was that she didn't have to be near the shrapnel guy. She hadn't minded being inside earlier when it was raining, but being cooped up alone only led her to think about things she'd rather forget.

Luna heard the rustling sound of the plastic tarp being pulled back, "Jack?" She sat up and turned around.

"I'm not the damn Doc. The banshees combing through the luggage said this thing was yours," Sawyer tossed a red suitcase at Luna. "No need to thank me, Snoopy—I already took my tip," he waved lazily in her direction and she caught a flash of silver on his wrist.

"That's my necklace!" Luna had wondered why he'd called her Snoopy, he'd already looked through her things!

"It was."

"You can't just take things that don't belong to you!" Luna opened her suitcase and started sorting through it frantically, hoping nothing else was taken.

Sawyer squinted at her, then at the chain around his wrist, and back and forth between them a few times, "I've gotta say you're wrong on that one."

Her jaw hung open for a minute, "Fine. Just because you can take things, doesn't mean you should."

"Next you'll be telling me not to take candy from babies. Can't a guy have hobbies anymore?" Sawyer had intended to keep an eye on that suspicious Middle Eastern guy, but this was much more entertaining at the moment.

"I never knew being a jerk qualified as a hobby," Luna had known a quite a few of them too—high school seemed to be their natural habitat.

"Uh-huh," Sawyer pulled out a can from his pocket, popped it open, and took a drink, relishing the choking sound Luna made when she recognized another item missing from her luggage.

"You..."

"Not quite candy...but it'll do. I'd have kept the books too, but you don't have anything I haven't seen before," Well, except the diary, but he'd read through it pretty quick. Sawyer finished off the can then tossed it at Luna's feet, only to be disappointed when she only frowned at him. "What are you doing in here anyway? Doesn't look like the doctor strapped you to a life support machine made out of coconuts."

"Jack said I should rest and stay out of the sun. He's supposed to come check on me later, and hopefully I'll get to go out," she wished it was Jack here instead of a luggage stealer.

"What a bunch of crap. Come on," Sawyer grabbed Luna's arm, nearly dragging her outside until she managed to get her feet under her for a wobbly walk. "Didn't even turn to dust like a vampire."

Luna held an arm up in front of her eyes, she'd never wanted a pair of sunglasses so badly in her life. Blinking as her eyes adjusted, she ignored her dizziness by looking down at her arm, and was disturbed by how pale she was. Luna was starting to think that the blood loss had been a lot more severe than Jack had let on. She was almost ready to argue to be let go so she could go back inside, but Sawyer wasn't even paying attention to her any more.

"Why are you staring at him? Did he do something?" Luna asked and Sawyer finally let go of the grip he had on her arm.

"Only crashed the freakin' plane. Maybe you oughtta go back in, I'm gonna take care of this jerk," Sawyer stormed over to start a fight with a Middle Eastern man who seemed to be minding his own business, and Luna wished for the millionth time she knew where Jack had gone.

A/N: Sick + lazy = slow. Sorry about that—I'm awful about updates to start with, and my constant coughing isn't helping. Anyway—there's Luna, hope you like her!