Author's Note: So very excited for this chapter! The last one was heartbreaking to write but this one is much more positive. Enjoy and PLEASE REVIEW!

Disclaimer: I do not own 'Lord of the Flies' nor do I own any of William Golding's marvelous characters.

Summary: A girl's uncle offers to take her flying as a present for her sixteenth birthday. Though her uncle would be on the job, and would be transporting an umpteen amount of boys to their destination, nothing could shatter Emma's dream of finally being able to fly. During the flight, the plane encounters a horrible tropical storm, sending the fiery plane, crashing down into the ocean. Emma Sinclair awakens on the sandy beach, only to be surprised at having two boys confusedly starring at her. There is Ralph, the fair haired demi-god, Simon her dark haired saviour with striking eyes, and finally Jack, the devil himself. Will Emma be able to make it off the Island alive? And most of all, who will win her heart?

Chapter Ten: Lost and Found

Emma opened her eyes wearily to complete darkness, the damp earth cold beneath her naked body and the moon directly above her. She began to weep quietly after remembering the unspeakable acts that Jack had inflicted upon her. She ripped the wad of fabric from her mouth and threw it angrily into the bushes. She only had herself to blame for what happened. Emma slammed her fists into the soil. She just had to confirm why Jack treated her the way she did. His name tasted like filth even though she hadn't spoken it aloud. She was blind to think that Jack would never go through with hurting her. She thought, 'he is just a boy like all the others, like Ralph and Simon. What harm can he really do?' How dreadfully wrong she was.

As she began to fully regain consciousness, the intense pain she felt also served to remind of her attack. Emma tried to move, her eyes pricking with tears. The pain was white hot, resulting in Emma turning over to heave out the contents of her stomach. She simply threw up bile, the last thing she had eaten were some of the berries Simon had picked for her. How different she had been only a few short hours ago. Jack had touched her in places he had no right to touch; had seen parts of her that she intended for only her husband to see on their wedding night years down the road. Jack had raped her physically, but also had taken away something more precious, her chance at happiness.

The only upside to the whole tragedy was that there was no chance of Jack having impregnated her. Emma would simply kill herself if she had to mother a child, his child, conceived in such a horrific manner. Sitting up, Emma shrieked at the immense pain on her right side. She clenched her teeth. Apparently Jack had left her with a few more mementos than she knew of. Emma pressed her fingers lightly on her ribcage and hissed with pain with even the lightest pressure. He had kicked her, she was certain of it. She felt the rest of her body for any other bruises or breaks. Jack hadn't managed to break anything, but when Emma wiped the tears from her face her eye began to throb painfully. She'd be sporting a black eye as well. Emma began to whimper but stopped quickly once she heard footsteps approaching.

Was Jack returning to finish her off? Emma struggled to get up but only managed to get to her knees.

"Please, don't kill me, I beg of you!" Emma pleaded, shielding her face, her voice hoarse from all the screaming she had done. If it was Jack, there was only one reason he'd return. To kill her.

"Emma?" A quiet voice asked fluidly. Emma recognized it at once and relief washed over her.

"Simon? Is that you Simon?" Emma asked frantically, attempting to cover herself.

Simon emerged into the moonlight calmly; a look of shock appearing on his face when he saw the state that Emma was in. He strode over to her quickly, pulling his t-shirt over his head and crouching down beside her. Averting his eyes, he gently pulled it over her head, slowly helping her put her arms into the sleeves. Emma winced only slightly, but what hurt her the most was the shame she could not help but feel.

Emma looked up to meet Simon's eyes, a pained expression on his face. He reached out his hand and touched just under her eye with his thumb.

"Who did this to you?" He asked, still observing the various contusions on her face. He moved his hand down to her swollen and clotted lip. His eyes lifted to meet hers. "Who?" Simon repeated his question gently.

"J-Jack." Emma stumbled on her assailant's name. It sounded so strange coming from her mouth. She began to shiver, her teeth chattering. Simon nodded, absorbing what she had said, rubbing her arms in an attempt to get her circulation going.

"Can you walk?" Simon asked after a few moments, placing his hand on her legs to feel for any breaks, but the unexpected touch caused Emma to jump back.

Simon drew back his hand quickly.

"Sorry," He said sheepishly getting into a crouching position. "Alright I'm going to help you stand. You can put your arm around my shoulder and I'll pull you up." Simon motioned to his shoulder. "Only if you're comfortable." He added.

"Yes, alright." Emma agreed with a slight nod. She felt so weak that she never wanted to move again.

Emma wrapped her left arm around Simon's shoulder and he timidly wrapped his arm around her waist and heaved her upwards. Emma was standing, swaying slightly as she adjusted. Simon's shirt just covered her well enough, but as she observed her legs Emma could see a trickle of blood winding its way down her thigh. She then looked at the ground to see a large dark stain in the grass. At the sight of her own blood, Emma felt herself keel over to the side, Simon catching her just in time.

"I think it's best that I carry you, Emma." Simon suggested, steadying her.

"Yes I think you're right, I'm quite dizzy." Emma agreed, clutching her hand to her head. Had she a concussion?

"Alright, let's see if you can get onto my back." Simon said, turning to offer his back to her, his pale skin luminous in the moonlight. He almost glowed like an angel, Emma dreamily thought. She wrapped her arms around his neck and tried to lift her legs to wrap them around Simon's waist but she simply could not do it. The pain was too much.

"Right, that settles it." Simon turned back to Emma, gently picking her up into his arms.

"How knightly of you, Simon." Emma teased him, still in a delirious state.

"Milady." Simon replied with a small smile, and then returned his eyes on the path in front of him.

As Simon carried her, she sleepily observed him. His hair was as black as coal and continuously fell into his indescribable eyes. They were a cross between an icy blue, almost grey. They were beautiful but at the same time, frightening. They held such clarity that it was as if Simon's eyes could see easily look into one's soul and know all of its untold secrets and desires. Upon further inspection, Emma was surprised that it had taken her this long to realize that Simon was not unattractive. He was in fact, quite handsome. Emma supposed that she had been too enamored by Ralph to even notice. After a few moments, Emma's eyes began to grow heavy, and she was asleep in a pair of arms she never would have expected to end up in.

Emma awoke once again to Simon's strange eyes peering into hers.

"Hello." He greeted her, the same as before.

"Good morning, Simon." Emma replied, holding his gaze.

"How do you feel?" He asked, reaching out to graze his fingers just under her blackened eye, causing Emma's cheeks to flame up momentarily.

"Worse than yesterday." Emma answered, although she had not meant physically. Her body still ached, but it was her heart that had been shattered.

A comfortable silence set in. It appeared that it was still very early in the morning. The waves lapped gracefully as the tide silently pulled out, quiet enough to allow the boys to slumber for longer. Emma glanced downwards, smiling sadly when she saw that the littluns had huddled themselves together beneath her and Simon's feet.

Emma turned back to Simon. "Did Ralph notice I was missing?" She had meant to ask him the night before.

"Yes," Simon told her quietly so as to not wake the littluns. "He was beside himself with worry. We were all searching for you. After nightfall the search was called off. Ralph hoped that you would be able to find your way back if you were lost. I was just lucky enough to find you."

"It was me who was lucky, Simon," Emma reached for his hand, squeezing it. "Thank-you for rescuing me."

Simon starred at Emma quizzically for a moment before finally giving her hand a squeeze in return.

"It was an honor, fair maiden." Simon whispered.

Emma asked Simon to accompany her to retrieve more fabric from the German soldier Paul Müller. She decided that it was the right time to show Simon her pistol. It was a secret she couldn't keep any longer, but the secret she did have to keep was the plans she had for the weapon. A plan that involved Jack.

Once she had collected enough fabric to wrap around herself, Emma brought Simon a few meters over to the log she had hid the pistol and Paul's documents in. Reaching her arm into the rough bark, she slowly pulled out the weapon, its black metal reflecting gallantly in the sun.

The shocked look on Simon's face was an understatement to say the least. Emma passed it into Simon's hands so he could observe it, Simon casting her an odd look every few seconds.

"Emma, where did you manage to find a gun on this Island?" Simon asked in bewilderment.

"The pistol actually belongs to Paul." Emma informed Simon.

"Paul?" Simon corked one of his eyebrows upwards.

"Simon, this is Paul Müller," Emma said to Simon, motioning to the German parachuter leaned up against a large rock. "And Paul, this is Simon." Emma said to Paul, motioning to Simon with her hand.

"We have to keep it hidden, Emma. And most of all, we cannot use it." Simon handed the weapon back to Emma, keeping his hands on hers, looking into her eyes earnestly.

"Who said anything about using it?" Emma asked defensively, pulling away from Simon's touch and replacing the pistol back into its hiding place.

"Emma, I'm not daft. I know what you plan on doing with it." Simon revealed, crossing his arms.

Emma pursed her lips. Simon was sometimes too smart for his own good. She would have to explain. Emma turned back to face the dark haired boy.

"Look what he did to me Simon." Emma calmly, waving her hand over her bruised and damaged body. "Do you expect me to stand by idly until he chooses to do something again?"

Simon took in her injuries in the daylight and sighed. "No. You're right, Emma. He had it coming as soon as he laid a finger on you."

"I'm glad you're with me on this, Simon." Emma smiled, perching on the log.

"Do you plan on telling Ralph about all of this?" Simon asked, his elbows perched upon his knees and his hands grasped together.

"I haven't decided yet." Emma admitted.

Emma watched as Simon starred at the ground in silence, until he suddenly lifted his blue eyes to meet her green ones.

"At least promise me one thing." Simon asked her.

"Anything." Emma affirmed.

"Wait until the time is right." Simon reasoned.

Emma had a feeling that if anyone knew when the right time was, it was Simon.

Emma bathed in the ocean on the far side of the island, rinsing herself of all things Jack. She smiled knowing that soon she'd get her revenge. Sitting on the beach was Simon, his back facing Emma, standing guard incase Jack tried to get her alone again. Emma dunked her head, working through her matted hair, removing all of the dirt that had collected in it. She was grateful for how kind Simon had been to her, and for respecting her decision to not tell Ralph what had happened. Emma hadn't told Simon why but she's sure he knew it was because she wanted to kill Jack herself.

After she was done bathing, Emma wrapped the parachute around her in the same sari-like fashion as she had before. She quickly washed Simon's shirt in the ocean, hanging it on a tree branch to dry. After she was done, she collapsed beside Simon. He turned and smiled at her.

"You look much better." Simon said pleasantly, stretching his arms out behind his head.

"Thank-you, I feel much better too." Emma said warmly, enjoying the warmth of the sun on her face.

"How you plan on explaining your black eye?" Simon asked her.

Emma thought for a moment. She certainly couldn't say she was attacked by a boar. Boars did not punch humans.

"I could say I fell?" Emma suggested.

"Ralph would believe that. You do fall often." Simon said, a playful smile on his lips.

"I'm not that clumsy." Emma said rolling her eyes.

Simon laughed. "Well you're far from graceful."

After a few moments of silence, Simon burst into laughter again. It was likely the first time Emma had ever heard him laughing.

"It's not funny!" Emma smacked Simon's arm.

"Oh it is," Simon said. "Especially that time when you were playing tag with the littluns and you fell, crushing Percy underneath you. The littluns all ran from you screaming." Simon was laughing so hard he began to cry.

Emma could not help but join in. She had never seen Simon like this before, and she was more so laughing at him than with him.

"Yes, it's all well and good when it's at my expense!" Emma said still giggling.

"Should we head back to camp then?" Simon asked once they had settled down.

As if on cue, the faint sound of the conch could be heard in the distance.

"I suppose we can't hide forever can we?" Emma smiled sadly.

Emma and Simon reached camp ten minutes later to see a group meeting in progress. The whole camp of boys could be seen crowding around Piggy and Ralph, Piggy with a twig in his hand drawing a map of the island in the sand.

"Group 1 can search this area." Piggy sniffed, his glasses sliding down his nose. He marked the area on the map that group 1 would be searching with an 'x'.

Emma watched as Ralph sullenly gazed at the map, the expression on his face a somber one. He looked as if he had slept poorly or not at all. As Piggy spoke he gazed out towards the ocean, the light wind blowing through his fair hair. Ralph then shifted his gaze down the length of the beach, where he saw Emma and Simon approaching. At once, Ralph was on his feet, and running through Piggy's intricately designed map.

"Oy!" Piggy yelled loudly.

"Emma!" Ralph yelled as he sprinted towards her.

Emma's face broke into a wide grin. She spread her arms and waited for Ralph.

"Emma!" Ralph yelled again.

He reached her in a blur of gold, lifting her off her feet and spinning and spinning until they both fell onto the sand.

Ralph affectionately stroked her face, putting his forehead to hers and closing his eyes. Emma gently put her hand on his, running it down the length of his strong arm.

"Where have you been?" Ralph asked, pulling back to look into her eyes. "You're hurt." He observed, stroking underneath her eye as Simon had.

"I ran into a tree." Emma thought her injuries would coincide with this type of accident better.

Ralph took Emma's face into his hands, laughing and crying at the same time. "I was so worried."

A stampede of boys could be heard approaching. Within moments, Ralph and Emma were surrounded, the littluns cheering the loudest out of everyone.

"It's all thanks to Simon that I'm alright." Emma said proudly. Simon had found her and helped her following the worst experience of her life. He clothed her, carried her back to camp, and acted as her confidant, keeping her secret regarding both Jack and Paul Müller's pistol. Most of all however, he was a hero. Emma's hero.

Ralph kissed her cheek. "Promise that you'll never leave me again."

Emma smiled. "I promise." She stroked his face with her hands as well.

Leaning in, Ralph slowly placed a small kiss on her lips, followed by another, and another, causing the entire crowd of boys to burst into cheer.

"Ralph and Emma sitting in a tree! K-I-S-S-I-N-G!" The littluns began to sing in unison.

Looking around at the celebratory crowd happily, Emma noticed two things: the first being that Jack and Roger were not present and secondly, that from right beside her, Simon too had vanished.

Author's Note: Which team are you on? ) There are so many questions to be answered. Where have Jack and Roger gone? Will Ralph find out about what Jack did to Emma? Will Emma go through with killing Jack? What evil lurks on their Island and what does the man with the painted face have to do with everything? Where did Simon go and is he more than just a hero to Emma? Find out in the next installment of 'Of Love and Lords' and PLEASE REVIEW…or else ;).