Disclaimer: I don't own Lost

I thought I'd write this as I'm re-watching the series. A certain person has become such an intriguing character to me, that I just had to write this story that is an alternate idea to a few of the episodes where the losties are back in Dharma times. Hope you enjoy.

Chapter 01

She laid her folded clothes neatly at the edge of a bed that was not completly remade. The sheets were still unsheveled after a long awaited passionate night with the head of security. She gave a small smile as she looked over at the pillows and thought about how strange her life had become. Years ago, she had been the enemy to the man she now loved, and she was loving that man in 1977. Juliet walked over to the head of the bed and brushed a hand against the pillow he laid upon as she wished for it to last.

She was just about to make up the bed when she heard a crash in the living room. Juliet froze and looked toward the door.

"James!" she called. She refraimed from investigating as she could hear his footsteps heading toward the source of the noise. She figured he'd handle whatever had happened, and made to finish the bed, but paused at the sound of yelling. Juliet frowned as she moved toward the door.

"James?!" She could just hear him shouting "What did you do? What the hell you do that for!" Juliet quickened her pace down the hallway, her loose hair flying behind her.

There was James, once known as Sawyer, now known as LaFleur, standing before a broken mug that lay in a small puddle of coffee on the floor. Juliet shifted her gaze to the reciever of his anger. A small brown haired boy was shaking and rubbing his eyes as he began to cry.

"What happened?", she asked as he made her way to the boy. She didn't wait for James to explain as she bent over and scooped the kid up into her arms.

"What happened, is that kid just broke one of my best mugs, and he's lying about it," he answered, in a pissed off tone.

"James he's only three," she reasoned. "And since when do you have a favorite mug?"

"That ain't the point. He's lying!" he snapped. The young boy turned and burried his face in Juliet's purple top. She instinctively raised a hand against the back of his head.

"James, it was a mistake."

"No, the mistake was letting this happen in the first place. Letting him happen," he growled as he pointed to the boy.

Juliet huffed in anger and hurried away form him. She tried not to think as she carried the boy to his room. He was sobbing quietly into her shirt. Once she'd made it, she closed the door behind them and leaned against it on the other side.

"It's okay, it's okay," she said soothingly, but she felt like she was saying it more to herself than the boy. It was all she could do to keep the tears from falling as she released a deep breath. She couldn't understand why the onlly dysfunction in their lives had to be this child-their child. They were in the 70's, in the Dharma Initiative, yet any arguments they would have, started because of their son. Her eyes closed momentarily as she thought of the meaning of 'son'. Then she looked down at him, and gave a small smile as she walked over to his bed and postioned him comfortably on her knee. She pulled him away from her, and gently began to pull his fists from his eyes.

"It's okay, don't cry. You're alright." His teary blue eyes met her light blue ones. "You want to tell me what happened? You won't get into trouble, I promise."

He sniffled, but refused to part his lips. He was still shaken up.

"Trust me," she said quietly. "Did you knock over his mug?"

Slowly he nodded his head as a few more tears ran down his soft cheeks.

"Did you do it on purpose?" This time, she asked it more seriously as she watched him.

"No," he answered as he shook his head.

"Was it an accident?"

He nodded and sobbed a quiet "Yes" as he burried his face into her shoulder once more. Juliet held him close and began to rock him genlty while making 'ssshing' noises.

"Hey, it's okay. We all make mistakes Ben," she told him, in a tone that marked defeat.

As the words left her, she wondered if James was right. If she had made a mistake-by raising Benjamin Linus as her son.

I wonder how many of you saw that coming. I would have loved to express this in the plot description, but I didn't want to give it away. I had planned to write a version where it's either Jack, Sayid or Kate looking after young Ben, as I've come across fanfics that hint at that idea. Such fanfics have only been oneshots, and they never went far enough. So in this case, I'm doing it with a pairing I'm sure no one's thought of, as I haven't seen it. I like little Ben interacting with the losties, and being I've never written Juliet and Sawyer before, (especially like this) it'll be an interesting manner, especially considering Sawyer. So in this scenario, Ben is a lot younger. In the next chapter, it'll become clear how that came to be. This is an alternate storyline to the series, but still very familiar.

So, how did Ben wind up being Juliet and Sawyer's son? Review and find out next time!