After she found Jack, in the big jungle like a lost puppy searching for something that wasn't there, she left him to do his job. Checking up on his patients. As she silently walked away, she heard him speaking about the water source he found. Like as he has promised them, he took a group down to the valley at first light to fill their water bottles up.
Robyn didn't notice him leaving, she probably was too tired to notice anything. She took a deep breath, to calm her nerves down before she picked up her bow and strode over to the nearest shade spot to work on her self made bow.
''Uh, excuse me,'' Michael Dawson slowly walks up to her. His son, Walt found handcuffs in the jungle, not too far away from their campsite while he was out looking for his dog, Vincent. ''Have you.. Have you seen my boy?''
She lifts her head up. ''I think I saw him and Vincent heading into the jungle. He's probably taking a walk.''
''I am going to hunt and I was wondering if you could keep an eye on my boy until I come back?'' He asks while playing nervously with this fingers. Michael looked down like he is second-guessing if he even should ask her to watch his son.
''Um, sure, but, why me?'' Robyn hasn't really spoken to Michael or Walt. She doesn't even have any experience with kids and how to entertain them for a while. It wouldn't make sense to leave his son with her.
Michael looks around him before lowering down on one knee. ''I know that you will protect my son. If you have to, you will knock them up.''
''I probably won't leave my son alone with someone who knocks them up if they needed to.'' Robyn couldn't help, but, laugh at his reason for leaving his son in her presence.
''I normally wouldn't, but, I rather leave him here with you than with that redneck.'' Michael rises up, dusted the sand off his knee before slightly tilting his head towards Sawyer.
''Okay. You don't have to worry about him while you are gone. He will be in good hands.'' Robyn smiles at him as she rises from her spot.
Michael quickly padded her shoulder. ''Thank you.''
Robyn nodded as she brushed the sand off her jeans, swings her bow over her shoulder and headed into the jungle, looking for a boy and his golden lab.
She has been screaming his name for a little while now. He either didn't hear her or he did and just didn't want to be found by her. In search for Walt, she passed a few members from their group saying a quick hey and asked them if they happen to see a little boy and his dog, but, just like she expected too no one saw him. ''WALT!'' Robyn screams at the top of her lungs.
No response.
“Walt!” She screams again. He can't be far, right? At least she really hopes he wasn't. She isn't in the mood to go back to the beach, grab a few and send a search party out to go look for him. For all they know, there could be more polar bears running around the jungle.
Robyn brings her fingers up to her mouth, ready to whistle as loud as she can, hoping that Vincent will come running to her. A few minutes later, he came running out the jungle and stopped right in front of her. ''Good boy.'' Robyn quickly pets his white fur.
“Vincent!?” Walt appears from the bushes, out of breath.
''There you are,'' Vincent walks over to his owner, wiggling his tail, waiting for his pets. ''What were you doing so far away from the beach?''
“Nothing.”
''Yeah right,'' Robyn looks at him. Not really buying his 'nothing'. ''I'm not your father and I am certainly not trying to be Walt, but, you really shouldn't go this far away from the beach. It's not safe, okay?''
Walt didn't look her in the eye. He shrugs and says. ''I'm sorry.''
''Let's get back to the beach.'' Robyn lays her hand down on his shoulder before they both are walking back to the beach.
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“Stop! Hey! Stop! Get off of him!”
“Please! Stop! Stop! Get off of him! Do something!” Walt screams.
Robyn dropped everything she was holding and ran as fast as she could towards Walt, Michael and another guy she didn't know. The scared little boy keeps walking from side to side, waving his arms wildly. He sees her running towards them. ''He's gonna kill him!''
Robyn hardly pushes the guy's shoulder back, nearly knocking him over right into the sand. She balded her fist and smacked the guy across the face. Sayid and Sawyer came running down towards them. Sayid took the handcuffs out of his pocket and handcuffed the other guy to a part of their airplane. Robyn shakes off her hand while turning towards father and son. Michael gives her a small nod.
“What happened?” Sayid asks as he kneels down beside Michael, taking a quick look to see if he has any visible wounds.
“I was just walking the beach with my son, and all of a sudden this dude is all up on me. I didn’t do anything.” Michael explains while rubbing his fingers over his jaw.
“Surely there must be something You’re not telling us.” Sayid rises up from his current spot in the sand and put his hands on his hips while looking at Michael.
“Surely? Where are you from, man?” Michael crawls up and lifted his body off the sand. Walt took a few steps back.
“Tikrit,” Robyn crosses her arms while keeping an eye on the korean guy. “Iraq.”
“OK, I don't know how it is in Iraq, but in the United States of America, where I'm from, Korean people don't like black people. Did you know that? So maybe you ought to talk to him!” Michael explains himself to Sayid. Trying to prove in a weird way why the Korean guy would attack him.
A slender woman with long dark brown hair walks up to the guy in the hand cuffs. She lays her hand down on his hand like she was examining his hand for wounds. “The cuffs stay on.” Sayid yells a bit louder for the woman to hear.
“Louder, Omar, maybe she’ll understand.” Sawyer remarks.
“Sawyer!” Robyn hits with her fist Sawyer’s shoulder, a bit harder than she intended too.
“Ow! What?”
“How long are you gonna keep him?” Hurley asks.
“He tried to kill Michael. We all saw it. The cuffs stay on until we know why.” Robyn says. Sayid, Sawyer, and Hurley all nodded. They turned around and walked back to whatever they were doing in the first place.
Robyn’s eyes were set on the woman who tries to talk to the man, but, he wouldn’t have it. She yells something to him before storming off.
It was just their dumb luck that they crashed with a Korean couple who didn’t understand a word English. At least the german woman tries to talk to us, trying to help out where she can. The Korean couple are so isolated from the rest, not even trying to talk to us or even helping us hunting or finding water.
Robyn lifts her shoulder, shakes her head a little before walking away.
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A few hours later, Kate, Jack, Charlie and John returned back from their little hike, carrying lots of water with them. The rest of their group, who stayed behind on the beach, walked up to them, laughing, all taking a few sips from the bottle. Jack grabbed one bottle and left the group to search for Robyn.
Robyn is sitting a few miles away from the rest of the group, working on her self-made bow and arrows. She is sharping the edges with a rock she found earlier on the beach. Robyn is running her small fingers over the fine bamboo, very carefully trying not to cut her fingers open and also not really noticing that Jack is standing in front of her.
“Hey,” Jack says, taking a few steps closer to her. “That looks dangerous.”
Robyn chuckles. “I am dangerous.” Jack handed her the water bottle before sitting down beside her. She screws the top off and takes a big sip, the warm liquid traveling down her throat. “Thank you.”
Robyn screws the top back on and let the bottle rest against her backpack. She picks the rock back up and started working on her bow again. Robyn sighs, nerves are traveling up and down her back. “Sayid told me you were moving to the Valley.”
“You think it is a dumb idea.” Jack questions, pulling his legs up to his chest.
“Yes and no,” Robyn lifts her head up and dropped her rock back in the sand. “I am all for bringing our people to the water, but, who knows for sure that those caves are stable enough and won’t cave on us?”
“Nothing is for sure, Robyn. Those caves are our new shelter. We will be dry if it rains and we won’t burn in the sun.” Jack tries to convince her.
“What about the polar bear? There might be more out there then the caves will be our death.” Robyn lifts her body up, grabs her backpack and her other things.
“Just for one night. If you don’t like it you can go back to the beach.” Jack jumps up, laying his hand down on her shoulder and stopping her from leaving.
“We’ll see, Jack.” Robyn pulls her shoulder away from his grasp before walking away from him.