Kind of set if Jack, Kate, and everybody hadn't come to the island. Anyways, Juliet is washing a baby Ethan, and he's determined to make it difficult.

Juliet struggled with baby Ethan. Amy had asked Juliet to bathe him for her while she went for a picnic with Horace. Unfortunately for Juliet, Amy hadn't mentioned that Ethan hated baths.

At the moment, he was screaming and grabbing at Juliet's hair. As she tried to wash him with the soap, he grabbed it, flailing his arms, he accidentally let go, and it hit Juliet smack in the nose.

"Shit," she said, cursing. Sitting up, she huffed at Ethan, who was splashing water all over the floor. She picked up the nearby towel and started to mop it up.

Juliet chose another towel from the closet, and scrubbed her hair dry. "I wish they had hair dryers on the island," she grumbled. She examined hair nose in the mirror, where a small bump was forming from when baby Ethan had thrown the soap.

She turned her attention back to Ethan, who was squirting shampoo over the floor. Juliet sighed.

A few minutes later, Sawyer walked in the door, pausing at the noises from the bathroom. He walked over to the closed door, and hearing Juliet's voice, he went inside.

Juliet turned around. "Oh, hey, James. Amy asked me to wash Ethan for her. Would you mind handing me that towel?" she said.

Sawyer picked up the towel and looked at it. "Now, Juliet, he's a boy, he really shouldn't be using a pink towel - "

He was cut off when Juliet snatched the towel out of his hands. "Well, then, James, tell me why you were wearing a pink towel when you came out of the bathroom the other day?"

Sawyer blushed. "That's different."

Juliet laughed. "Sure it is."

"Well Sunshine, you see here – WHOA!"

At that moment, Ethan had splashed water all over the room, soaking everyone in it.

"Son of a bitch," Sawyer murmured, taking his shirt off. "Hold him under the water, will ya? Then he'll drown, and he'll never kidnap Charlie and Claire."

Juliet gasped in shock. "I can't hurt a baby, and besides, what would I say to Amy?"

"Don't know. Don't drown him then. And, anyway, you might want to take your shirt off. You're soaked." He smirked suggestively.

Juliet threw a towel at him. "No, James, Just because you got lucky yesterday, doesn't mean you get to do it again today."

Sawyer chuckled. "I don't think it'll make much of a difference, anyways."

Juliet frowned. "What do you mean?"

Sawyer stared at her. "You're dripping wet, and Blondie, you wore a white shirt today."

Juliet blushed.

Poor Juliet.