PLEASE READ THIS BEFORE YOU READ THE STORY!:
I want to make it perfectly clear that I've never watched LOST before and I do not know how accurate this story is. I only know a little about what happens in a few episodes by reading stuff on the Internet and looking at pictures. I don't know how accurate this story is and if you're going to critisize, don't be too, too harsh. Anyway, on with the story!

Chapter 1: Hunting for Mangos

It was a bright, sunny day on the Island and it was around three in the afternoon. Nothing very exciting had happened so far that day and mostly everyone just sat around to relax. Charlie sat under a palm tree with Claire and Aaron, playing his guitar to them. As he wrapped up a song, Claire spoke up.

"Charlie, do you mind going and getting me a mango?" she asked.

"No problem." Charlie said as he stood up and leaned his guitar against the palm tree.

He walked over to the makeshift kitchen they had constructed and got a mango out of the bowl on the table. Noticing it was the last one left, he made a stop at Jack's tent on the way back to Claire to tell him they were out of mangos.

"Jack, it's me." Charlie said as he tapped on the door of Jack's tent.

"Come in." he heard Jack say.

Charlie poked his head in the door, "I just wanted to let you know wer're out of mangos."

"All right, I'll go get some in a minute." Jack said.

Charlie nodded and went back to Claire.

"Here you go." he said, tossing the ripe mango to Claire before sitting down.

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Jack put away what he was doing and got his backpack and a canvas bag to put the mangos in and headed off into the woods. He searched and searched for what seemed like hours and couldn't find any mangos. He knew they couldn't have possibly eaten all the mangos on the Island. As he decided to give up and go back to the camp because it was starting to get dark, he heard a loud boom and rain started to pour.

"Oh, crap!" he thought to himself.

He ran in the direction he thought the beach was, although he wasn't sure. Things always seemed harder to find in the rain on this Island. As Jack trudged through the muddy jungle, his ears picked up a faint sound. It sounded like a woman crying. He followed the crying, straining his ear not to loose the sound in the loud rain. He followed it until he rounded a tree and found its source. He saw a young woman sitting on the ground, leaned against a tree. The woman had her knees drawn up to her chest and her arms wrapped around her legs, her face buried in her arms, crying.

"Ma'am?" Jack said to get her attention.

The woman looked up.

"Wh-who are you?" she asked.

"My name is Jack. Do you need help?" Jack answered, "I won't hurt you."

"Oh, please get me out of here. Help me." the woman pleaded.

"Come with me." Jack said, holding out his hand.

The woman took Jack's hand and he lead her to a nearby cave. Jack knew they wouldn't be able to make it back to the beach that night, so they would stay in the cave until morning. Once they were safely in the cave, Jack lit a fire and gave the woman a thin blanket from his backpack. Jack sat on one side of the fire, the woman on the other. Now that they were out of the rain and everything, Jack could finally get a better look at the woman whom he'd just rescued.

She was young, maybe in her mid-20's. Her hair was down a little past her shoulders and was brown. He skin was fair. She was wearing a close-fitting, black tank top; loose-fitting, lime green jogging pants; no shoes; and two black bracelets much like the ones Charlie wore all the time. She was quite beautiful.

"What's your name?" Jack asked, breaking the silence.

"Morgan." the woman answered as she stood up and walked over to where she and Jack had put their backpacks.

When Morgan stood up, Jack noticed something he'd missed before: Morgan was very pregnant. When Morgan turned back around from getting a bottle of water from her backpack, she noticed Jack staring at her.

"What are you staring at?" she asked.

"You-you're pregnant." Jack said, gesturing his head at her stomach.

"Oh...yeah." she said, smiling and placing a hand to her belly as she sat back down.

"Are you married?" Jack asked.

"No, but I usedto have a boyfriend. He ummm...raped me." Morgan whispered on the last two words.

"Oh, I am so sorry." Jack said.

"It's okay, I always wanted a baby and I'm mostly happy about it." Morgan said.

"How far along are you?" Jack asked.

"About eight and a half months." Morgan answered.

Jack raised his eyebrows; that probably meant he was going to be delivering a baby any day now.

"Is it a boy or a girl?" Jack asked.

"I don't know yet." Morgan answered.

After a little while of silence, Jack stood up and walked over to his backpack. He took out another blanket and a spare T-shirt.

"What are you doing?" Morgan asked.

"Making you a bed." Jack answered.

He layed the blanket out on the cave floor near the fire and balled up the T-shirt and layed it at one end of the blanket for a pillow.

"It's not much, but it'll do." Jack said, feeling guilty he didn't have anything more to offer the beautiful, pregnant girl.

"Oh, it's fine. It's alot more than I had last night." Morgan said.

"What'd you have last night?" Jack asked.

"The ground." Morgan answered.

"The ground? How long have you been out there in the jungle?" Jack asked.

"About a a week and a half." Morgan said, "I haven't had much to drink or eat in that long."

"Well, when we get you back to the camp tomorrow, we'll have to get you something to eat; with you being pregnant, you need to keep up your strength; you're eating for two." Jack said.

"The camp? Are there more of you?" Morgan asked.

"Oh, yes, our plane crashed and there are about twenty-two of us." Jack answered.

"Well, I can't wait to meet everyone." Morgan said.

"There's a girl back at the beach- her name is Claire- she just had a baby not too long ago and I think you two will get along really good." Jack said.

Morgan nodded her head.

"Well, I think I'm gonna get some sleep." Morgan said.

She layed down on the pallet beside the fire and fell asleep almost instantly. Jack smiled as he watched the pretty girl sleep peacfully.

A/N: I had originally planned for Charlie to find the girl in the jungle, but afer reading about how much h and Claire loved one another, I knew I couldn't break up that, it would be too cruel! Morgan is supposed to be me; after deciding against having Charlie fall in love with her(me), I decided to use Jack because he's pretty cute and he's the only one who's not in love with anyone on the Island.