Jack Shephard woke up. He turned around and saw for the 100th day in a row, that none of it was a dream. He had really crashed on the island. He was still there, still trying to find out countless secrets. Despite the surreal nature of the past three plus months, it was all real. Jack slowly sat up and rubbed his eyes. The vast majority of his fellow castaways were already up and eating breakfast. He rubbed himself off, hoping to get some the sticky trash that rubbed off from the plants he had slept on. He was grateful for the fact that there were still unused pillows, as well as tents for privacy. Looking to the left, he saw the ravenous islanders munching on Dharma Initiative food.
"Morning, sleepyhead." Apparently there were at least two people who weren't eating breakfast. He turned around and saw the familiar face who he had formed a somewhat forbidden relationship with. Her name was Juliet Burke. Juliet kissed Jack on the neck and tasted him. She tasted her love for him, as well as the fun they had experienced in the tent the previous night. Jack pushed her away and decided to feel her embrace; he loved his relationship he had developed in the last week, yet knew something was wrong. A naked Juliet inquisitively asked him, "What's wrong?" Jack honestly didn't know the answer to this question, so he half-truthfully replied, "Nothing." After Jack had dressed he stepped out of the tent and trudged over to the 'buffet table,' as the rest of them called it. He picked out some 'Dharma Initiative Cereal' and poured on some 'Dharma Initiative Milk.' Jack groaned at times when he looked at the cans, wishing when he was in a bad mood they would have a little variety and come up with something more original than naming everything 'Dharma Initiative Such-and-Such.'
Once he had his fill on food he saw some of the castaways about their petty complaints. Charlie had a bruise, Claire yet again thought there was a nonexistent problem with her baby, and Sun actually complained that he kept checking up on her. He was just trying to continue to be the de facto leader he had apparently become the minute they crashed on the island. Sun told Jack, "For the fifth time in a row! I am fine, and my baby is fine!" Jack pointed out her recent stress and said that it wasnt good for the baby. "I am not stressed! I'm not the only pregnant woman on this island is all! Why don't you check on her!" Jack looked down. "I'm sorry. I upset you. That was rude of me. Just because you're the father doesn't mean-," at this Jack walked away. He, Kate, and possibly Juliet were the only ones who knew he wasn't the father. Sawyer didn't even know about the pregnancy.
Even with the hatch long gone, Jack wasn't used to washing his clothes in the stream. He took some ripped clothes from last night and put some detergent on. He submerged them and thought back on the past 30 days. He put his head in his hand and tears filled up in his eyes. But before he could start sobbing, Kate walked up to the brook and started washing her own clothes. "Is something wrong?" She asked. "No, I uh...got some detergent in my eye." For about 5 minutes they washed their clothes next to each other, without speaking. Kate broke the silence and started, "I know how hard it must be for you. I mean, me being pr-," but before she could get Jack angry they were both startled by the much too familiar cranking and roaring of the 'Smoke Monster'.
Seconds after, Sayid ran out of the jungle, bloodied and bruised, and breathlessly said, "Jack! Hurry, come! There...has...something horrible! From where I...came from," Jack told Kate to make sure Sayid was okay and went into full doctor mode. He sprinted off into the jungle, and the farther he went in the louder people's screams got. "I' coming!"He yelled. He finally ran into about half the castaways huddled around somebody. Hurley yelled, "Dude, like, good you're here!" Jack pushed aside the throngs and went into the center of focus.
There he saw one of the castaways, mumbling, and about to die.