Co-written by Kayleigh (clumsybella15 on FF and FP) and Rosaleen (BornButterfly on FP). This is around season 3 when Jack is in the room under water and before he moved to Sawyer's old cage. We wrote this on MSN (it got pretty mad and we had absolutely no intention of it ending up like this. Enjoy. (PS: Still in-progress.)

Inside, Jack's heart had been crumpled up into tiny little pieces, and most of them were bleeding so badly, that he couldn't think of anything positive anymore.

He was dying inside.

Just when the last one of those unfortunate pieces broke, a young woman named Rosaleen, barged into the room. Surprised, she stared at his crumpled and broken sobbing face, and lent her hand out in comfort.

Jack, so miserable and heartbroken, took this young girl's small hand directly, and noticed that her warmth made him feel more loved than ever.

His feelings got the better of him, and tears splashed out of his weak tired eyes.

Her hand being the only reason he was still standing on his own two feet, she grabbed his other cold shaking hand and squeezed it tight.

Jack couldn't take it anymore.

He slumped his sweaty forehead on her little shoulder, his tears dampening her shoulder, but the warmth was helping his heart beat.

Rosaleen hugged him tight, and Jack dropped all his sadness, misfortune, every single little sorrow on her... Without even knowing who she is.

But then Ben Linus entered the camera room

Rosaleen's back was facing Ben, she didn't see him.

But Jack did.

'She's escaped!' yelled Ben

Jack, instinctively grabbed the young girl and put her behind him defensively. He needed to protect the only source of comfort he had found, since his foot had stepped onto the dry sand of this mysterious island.

'Well, looks like the brat escaped!' laughed Ben cruelly

'Don't touch her!' yelled Jack

Ben lunged for Jack, but the latter was too quick for the little plump man. He grabbed Ben's neck and stuck it to the floor.

'Run,' ordered Jack, sweat dripping from his worried frown.

Rosaleen hesitated, grabbed some keys from the counter, and ran off.

Ben, enraged about having his keys stolen (by some pesky teen!), suddenly found the energy to unpin himself from the strong hands of Jack. He unexpectedly stuck Jack to the floor in a movemevent so swift and so fast, that Jack found himself staring at Ben with a confused and dazed expression.

Soon, more Others entered the camera room and injected Jack's struggling arm. Next thing he knew, darkness.

Meanwhile, Rosaleen was taking a nap behind the bushes.

She was thinking about her long lost school and friends, and mostly, about her best friends, Maxime and Kayleigh. A tear trickled down her cheek. They too were on the island and were either dead, or dying, or about to die.

Her watch buzzed. She woke up. It was time.

Quietly, she walked around their headquarters.

Everyone was sleeping.

Where would she hide Jack if she were an Other?

In a room. A very resistant ugly room so that the prisoner died of boredom and couldn't escape.

And where were dark, ugly, metal rooms usually built?

Underground.

She walked, hiding from tree to tree, unlocking doors, until she found stairs that went down.

She went down the stairs, so quietly when suddenly... Her phone rang.

'BOM CHICKAH WA WAAAA. PICK UP THE PHONE. BOM CHICKAH WA WAAAAAAAAAAAA. OHHHHHHHH'

'Shit!' she cursed.

She flipped open her phone, and saw the little image of the caller. This made her curse louder.

'Kayleigh?!' she whisper-screamed.

'Hey! I've been looking all over for you!' came Kayleigh's chirpy voice.

'Where are you?' Rosaleen asked.

'Me?' she laughed. 'I'm in Hawaï! Only... I can't find the tiki tents.'

Rosaleen sighed angrily.

'Kayleigh. We're not in freaking Hawaï, we're in a bloody deserted island!'

'But Maxie said--'

The phone clicked.

Rosaleen stared at it.

Was it her, or could she hear footsteps?

She gasped when she saw that around fifty Others were surrounding her. One was gripping someone with a bag over their head.

'I told you she would fall for it, Eugene,' muttered a very large man with an elf hat.

The captured bagged person was very thin and pale. Rosalen gulped. This could not be good.

She found myself bagged, and they were leading her somewhere.