Goal: fix season 5 finale (although it was heart breaking and I'm a sucker for drama, killing off Juliet was... well unnecessary in my humble opinion).

Please note: The story of my life is that I don't get into the most brilliant series until they are cancelled. I did know about Lost's existence, but never took the time and effort to watch it (I know, shame on me). Curiosity got the best of me in September 2012 (yes... I know) and I watched it and was hooked. I've seen the series 3 or 4 times in its entirety, however I don't classify myself as a Lost-opedia. Some things may be off (sorry in advance). Oh, one important thing: Sawyer and Juliet are my Lost OTP. This story might be drenched with it.

I loved the fifth (and the third) season and the entire time travelling story intrigued me. I know there are a few very well written and (almost) completed stories on this site (I loved them!), but I want to give this a try; how confusing it may be at times, I hope it will show another possibility to fix the finale. Please bear with me.

It may be a messy story, cause for starters I don't write a lot (and I sometimes have over-ambitious plans) and English isn't my first language, but I've been told I shouldn't doubt myself in that area because I passed my CPE exams at C1 level... still.

Prologue

The worn and see able used cover of the book in her lap, didn't only look old, but it smelt as if it had seen more of the world and hardship in it than she herself has ever experienced. While opening the novel, the normally white pages were creamed coloured, dog ears could easily be seen throughout the pages and the first thing that caught her eye were five words written on the first page in a neat handwriting.

Important. Read. Learn. Remember. Add.

The only other form of text added on the page was '2008'. She let a finger linger on the words, carefully tracing them, following their flow. A deep sigh. She turned the page and was stunned by just the way the entire page was filled in the same, yet a bit smaller, neat handwriting. It never faltered nor were there any mistakes made. Another sigh. No time like the present.

01.

I've been told stories, theories, lies, myths. Most of them I have forgotten, some are embedded in my mind. Once in while I remember them. However, there are two that linger in my mind every day.

They weren't told to me today nor yesterday nor last week. I don't remember when they were. It doesn't feel as long ago as it might be, but - if I understood correctly- sometimes, time doesn't matter. We might cling to the notion that time has to matter, simply because if it isn't a, or perhaps the constant in our lives, we aren't grounded; our point of reference to whatever we did, do and are doing, will be lost. Our minds need structure and without the structure of time, we are basically lost.

The bottom line: time is relative. One's timeline doesn't have to add up to our structurally chronological design. To be quite specific: you can see dead people. In fact, you can even see dead people, while they are still alive. Time travelling is the only plausible explanation, and I have to admit that, until recently, I always thought that the person who told me these stories years ago, was trying to confuse me to sleep. I didn't get a story; one huge mind-blowing riddle was given to me and, well, a good night.

The other story is originally Plato's, however slightly altered to my wise story teller's believes. In Greek mythology they believe in true love; two people that are destined to be together, throughout time and lives. The story in which the people from this ancient civilisation believed is, that long before they lived, people used to have two head, four legs and four arms: in short, two humans glued together. They were powerful and the Olympian gods feared them. Although they could have killed the humans in blink of an eye, Zeus decided to punish the humans. Killing them would mean the gods lost their tributes. So he splits them right through the middle: every human being ended up with half the limps they used to have. Yet there was one part of their former human bodies, of which they didn't possess more than one. One part that had to be severed in two halves: their soul. Since that time, since that Zeus had split them into two, people have been searching for the other part of their soul. Only that person, the other half, can make them feel complete and fill that hole that was created almost two dozen centuries ago. They are soul mates.

Although the story might be long forgotten, souls are still trying to find each other. In some lives they spend years together, in others they meet each other in one's last moments on earth. Unfortunately, some lives are altered. Their paths of destiny are re-written, changed forever and when dying, irreversible. Then, dead equals dead, forever.

Time can't be changed. Even if we'd agree on that time travelling is a real possibility. You can't change what happened, because it was supposed to happen. Whether you go back to the past or travel to the future: that is your destiny. You are supposed to be there. Unlike possibly the entire universe, my source's opinion was that in some cases, even time can be altered. That events occur as a sum of several variables meeting each other at one specific point in time. That if you change a variable, you might save souls. Nonetheless, a theory that isn't backed up with data, remains a theory, a hypothesis. A bedtime story for those who like complex puzzles, may have insomnia or were as lucky as I was, for having a open minded guardian.