Thank you for your positive reviews. I promise, I will try to update more frequently. Here is Pilot, part 2!

Melissa sat on the beach, using a plastic knife she had found to scrape at a piece of twig. She figured it was better to take her anger out on a piece of wood than on herself. Plus, plastic doesn't have enough give to break skin…

As she did this, a larger man walked over toward her. He noticed she was angry, and decided to ask if she was ok.

"Hey, dude" he started. "You alright?"

Melissa looked up at him, the anger not leaving her eyes. "I'm fine," she said.

Hurley knew she wasn't though. He could feel the hatred in her words. "Umm, well, you're kinda, destroying that twig."

"Your point?"

"Dude, I'm just trying to help."

"Well, I don't need any help!" she yelled, as she snapped the twig with her knife. Melissa looked down at the twig and the knife, and then looked up at Hurley's confused face. She buried her head in her hands.

"Dude, I'm sorry," she started. "Today just…really hasn't been my day."

"It's cool. I mean, we did all just live through a plane crash."

"Very true. I'm Melissa"

"Hurley. Nice to meet you."

After talking with Hurley for a few more minutes, Melissa made her way over to Claire, who she saw lying on the beach with the woman who was painting her nails the night before. This time, she was tanning. Melissa rolled her eyes as she sat next to Claire.

"How are you feeling today?" Melissa asked.

"I'm alright. Trying to relax and not do too much. How about you?"

"Well, I woke up, found out the man who I was absolutely in love with was on the plane and that my brother didn't tell me when he found out, and so I took my anger out on a plastic knife and a twig, and probably scared the shit out of a pretty chill dude."

"More eventful than my day, at least."

"Tell me about it. How's the baby?"

"To be honest, I'm kind of nervous. I haven't felt it move since yesterday."

Melissa looked over to Claire, who looked quite scared. Melissa grabbed her hand, and held it for a minute. She let go of Claire's hand and stood up.

"He'll move."

"What?" Claire asked.

"He'll move. I know he will. He's a fighter."

"I don't know if it's a boy or a girl yet."

"Well, I'm convinced he has a penis. If I'm wrong…I owe you."

As Melissa walked away, a smile crept its way onto Claire's faced. She rubbed her stomach, smiling.

Melissa headed to her tent, and crawled under her blanket she had salvaged from the plane. Might as well take a nap, she thought. Even if I am going to sleep angry…

Melissa awoke to the sound of punching and yelling. She jumped up and headed out of the tent to see two men brawling in front of a crowd. Their punches were flying, and as she was watching, Melissa happened to lock eyes with her brother. Jack began to make his way over to her, as Kate stopped the fight between the two men. She was talking to the crowd about how they had found the transceiver, but it was broken. She asked if anyone could fix it. The Middle Eastern man said he would try to fix it, and so Kate handed the equipment over to him. Jack finally made his way over to Melissa.

"Hey," she said as he approached her.

"Hey," he replied. "Listen, about this morning-"

"Don't try to defend yourself, Jack. You kept this from me, and I'm very angry still."

"I figured you had already talked to him, after seeing the state the tent was in."

Melissa looked at him, angrily. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"You think I don't know? You think I can't tell that you were high as a kite last night, frantically writing and then crashing once your high finished. I can tell, Melissa. You're still addicted, and it's worse than ever"

Melissa shifted her eyes around, trying to look anywhere but at her brother's face. She saw Kate and a group of people heading toward the jungle. She ran to them, and Jack followed her.

"Hey, Kate, right?" Melissa asked.

"Yeah, what's up?"

"Where are you guys headed?"

"Melissa," Jack said sternly. "No."

"Jack, I want to help. I'm going with them."

"We're headed to try to see if we can get the transceiver to work, but we're leaving now."

"Alright," Melissa said. "I'm going with."

"Melissa," Jack grabbed her arm. "If you see anything, if you hear anything…run"

"Thanks for the heads up" Melissa shook her arm from Jack and headed over to Kate. She began to look at the group of people who were heading out on the hike. She saw Boone and his step-sister, the two men who had gotten into the brawl earlier, and…Charlie.

Shit, she thought to herself. Well, no backing out now…

Charlie noticed that Melissa was joining the group on their hike. His heart began to pound in his chest. Had he fed his addiction recently? Is it time for another fix? He thought. Nope, just the sight of the girl of his dreams led to this reaction.

He began to think of ways to approach her. She was talking with Sayid, her back to Charlie. Her brown hair waved as she walked at a brisk pace. Charlie could tell she was avoiding turning around.

After some confrontations within the group and a polar bear sighting, the group had almost reached their destination, and Charlie and Melissa still hadn't exchanged words. Charlie had finally had enough. He walked at a brisker pace from behind her, and tapped her shoulder, causing her to turn her head toward him. After making eye contact for a few seconds, Melissa turned her head around, looking straight in front of her.

"Missy," Charlie said, tapping her shoulder again. "Please don't act like this. I just want to talk again."

She slowed her pace to match his, the two now walking at the tail end of the group. "You want to talk? What is so different now, as opposed to two years ago?"

"I never thought I would see you again."

"Oh, bullshit. So now that you see me, you have a reason to try to make things right?"

"Exactly. I take this as a second chance."

"Why don't a buy a single word of it?"

"Because you don't want to accept everything that happened."

Melissa stopped walking and looked at him with disbelief. "I don't want to accept- oh cry me a river, Charlie!" She picked up her pace and headed back toward the front of the group. Charlie carried on his slow pace at the back.

The group finally reached their destination to try to get the transceiver working. The transmission playing was in French, and Shannon, who had been absolutely no help up until then, was able to translate the transmission. It was about the woman being stranded and something having killed her entire party.

Sayid was able to calculate that the message had been playing for sixteen years and five months.

"It's been playing on a loop…for sixteen years" he said.

The group went silent, trying to comprehend what they had just heard. Finally, Charlie broke the silence.

"Guys…" he started. "Where are we?"

At that moment, Melissa looked at him. He met her gaze, and noticed her eyes weren't filled with hatred this time.

Her eyes were filled with fear.

Sorry it took so long to update. I'm going to try to be more frequent with updates, I promise! R&R. Thanks!

Lauren