Notes: Most of the characters aren't mine. If you are reading this, let me know, so I won't give up publishing. Half of this fic is already written, but I can always change or add something if you guys ask for it. Hope you enjoy it. I'm sorry about my English mistakes.
She ignored all the pain she felt through her body when she saw the bomb. All of that had been done so they could go back home. If the last thing she would do in her life was give him a chance to get out of that damn island, she would do it. She knew how much he loved her, and she loved him even more because of it. For those reasons, she found a rock and hit that bomb with all the strength left in her.
"C'mon your son of a bitch"
She felt a vigorous pressure in her ears. Around her, everything turned white. An extremely strong light made her close her eyes. Would that be death? After all she had been through, she would die on that damn island? She drifted in exhaustion, and the last image that came into her mind was a Southerner, with bright emerald green eyes and a smile that showed through his dimples how much he loved her.
Juliet opened her eyes, feeling the air going through her body. As if to make sure she was breathing, she filled her lungs as much as she could and exhaled slowly. No image had become clear before her vision, but in the back of her mind she heard a voice calling out her name.
"Juliet" It was a man speaking. A man whose voice she knew very well, but it seemed to belong to a distant past. For the first time in a long time she felt scared, unprotected and alone.
"Juliet" The man's voice was becoming clearer.
She blinked a few times trying to identify where she was. It wasn't the island, she was sure of that. Would that be the place after life? But why was her hands hurting so much if she was dead? More than never, she felt alive.
Juliet heard a bell ring and a light was turned on in front of her. It was the warning to tighten the seat belt. And then, everything made sense.
She was on a plane, on her way to another city where she would have another meeting with future sponsors for her work. The day before, she was somewhere, having dinner with representatives of an Australian Company. Edmund, her husband, had promised it would be their last meeting that month. Another one of his lies.
But wasn't the day before when Jack, Kate and Daniel had left her house in Dharma Ville to find the physicist's mother? No, no, no, she was sure she was talking business during dinner, and Edmund didn't stop hit on the ginger secretary.
At the same time, the memory of her life in the Dharma Initiative felt so real. It was real. She was a hundred per cent sure of that. Deep in her heart she knew it wasn't part of her imagination the life she shared with James.
James.
It was because of him that she detonated the hydrogen bomb. She reseted everything they had lived for the past three years, so he could be safe and far away from that damn island. Jack said they wouldn't remember. Why couldn't she take James' face out of her mind?
"Juliet, are you ok?" The same voice called her again, and for the first time she turned to face the man who was beside her.
Juliet knew there was no way it could be James, but she couldn't stop her disappointment when she faced Edmund. Indeed, they were coming back from a business trip… The meeting with the representative had been in Sydney, and they were on their way to…
She looked at the back of the chair in front of her, and took out the magazine that the airline made available for reading.
Oceanic.
They were on their way to Los Angeles.