Chapter Two

Not sure if anyone even reads Lost fanfiction anymore (sad times), but some feedback would be great!

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I spent the majority of the morning sorting through luggage with Boone, Shannon's step-brother. I learned that other than having godly looks, he was actually a pretty decent guy. Turns out, he and Shannon loathed each other. I found this out after he went to ask her to help out and came back cursing her entire existence. It kind of made my day.

Shouting interrupted us while taking a break by the water, and my gaze fell upon a group of people starting to huddle around. Instantly, I was on my feet and on my way over there, barely feeling surprised when I recognized the redneck from earlier in the middle of a fight. Claire had told me his name was Sawyer, but god knows how she found that out.

I picked up on a few snippets of him yelling nonsense about Sayid being a terrorist before their clenched hands were flying towards each other. My legs moved quicker than my brain and I soon found myself in the middle of them, pushing both of them as hard as I could. As you can imagine, this did absolutely nothing given the fact that I'm a 26-year-old woman and they were both well-built men that towered over me.

"Hey, stop!" I was trying to shout over them now, but neither of them really noticed me. I gave Sayid's chest a good shove at the same time Sawyer's fist was headed towards him and it hits my cheek with a smack. I'm not going to lie, I did let out a cry, but I'd like to think it sounded tough.

Luckily, Jack decided to come back from his jungle mission at the right time and he and another man came to my rescue, each of them grabbing one of the fighting men. I pretended not to notice the look my brother gave me. Sayid continued to shout at Sawyer, who was also trying to escape the man's grip on him.

"STOP!" All eyes landed on Kate, whose voice can apparently end wars. "Look, we found the transceiver, but it's not working. Can anybody help?"

I held my hand up to my now burning face while everyone looked around at each other, hoping someone could help us get off this island. There was definitely going to be a bruise, and I cursed myself for not thinking before getting straight in the middle flying fists. Jack was going to kill me.

"Yes, I might be able to." Sayid speaks up and as suspected, someone isn't happy about it.

"Oh, great, perfect! Let's trust this guy!" Guess who.

"Oh, shut up, Sawyer." I couldn't stop myself from muttering. His eyes snapped over to me and he opens his mouth to speak before I'm backed up by Hurley, who tried to give me food earlier.

"Hey, we're all in this together, man. Let's treat each other with a little respect."

"Shut up, Lardo."

"Hey, give it a break." Jack spoke, the look on this face clearly saying that he's too tired for this crap.

"Whatever you say, Doc." Sawyer throws his hands up. "You're the hero."

I watched as he walked down the beach, away from the others as they talked on about the transceiver. He holds a cigarette to his lips and lights it before sitting down, eyes flickering up just in time to meet mine before I can look away. He flashes a smug look towards me before disregarding me completely.

"Hey," my head snaps towards the person coming towards me. "What were you thinking back there?"

"I was thinking that I needed to stop them from killing each other." I glared at my brother. "I saw about 7 men watching them duke it out and not one of them tried to stop them. Idiots."

Jack's eyes were narrow as if he was trying to figure out if what I was saying was true, before he dropped his gaze to my cheek. His hand reached out and just before it could touch the bruise forming on my cheekbone, I pulled back with a wince, too prepared for the pain it would cause.

"I'm sure it'll be fine. I'll take a look at it tonight if you want." He told me, before Rose interrupted us about an injured man. I let him walk off and go on my own hunt to find a mirror.

About an hour later, Charlie, a British man who was apparently a rock star, ended up telling me about a hike they were going on to try to use the transceiver. I couldn't really explain why, but I wanted to go with them. Since we'd crashed, I felt as if I had done nothing to help contribute or help. That was going to change, whether Jack liked it or not. And believe me, he wouldn't.

"Where are you going?" I froze, walking past the tent Jack was in with a backpack on my shoulder and a now guilty look on my face.

"I'm going with them – on the hike." I adjust the backpack on my shoulder and give a small shrug.

"Lana-"

"I'm going, Jack. I'm not just gonna sit around, waiting for help when I can go try to find it. I have to something." I watched him with narrowed eyes, waiting for him to try to talk me out of it, to say no. But surprisingly, he didn't.

"Okay." He nodded his head and took a step towards me, his hand landing on my shoulder to give it a tight squeeze. "But promise me you'll be careful."

To say I was shocked was an understatement, but I wasn't about to question him. I gave him a nod before turning, ready to head back to the group of people waiting for me.

"Hey." I stopped, turning around with a look that can only be described as impatient. "I mean it, be careful."

There was a serious expression on his face, almost like fear. It nearly made me change my own mind about going. Instead, I gave him a small smile before spinning around to make my way over again. I was left feeling more uneasy than excited about this hike. What the hell was in this jungle?

"I didn't know you were coming." I greeted Boone once we began to walk through the trees. He shot a look at his sister, who was staring at the forest floor with a look of disgust, before giving me a tight-lipped smile.

"Neither did I." That gave me all the explaining I needed.

After a good five minute walk, we all turn when we hear someone closing in behind us. I couldn't help crossing my arms in annoyance when I realized who it was.

"You decided to join us." Kate said with eyebrows raised. Sawyer gave a shrug, meeting my eyes.

"I'm a complex guy, sweetheart."