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The gun the woman held was dangerously close to my face, almost to the point that I was going to start bawling like a baby. But I kept it together as best as I could, and this was all before the interrogation began. Sawyer, Jin, and Michael were still inside the pit, and no food or water was given to any of us. I didn't understand why we were being treated this way…I mean I had every reason to believe that they were on the plane as well. If they weren't, they wouldn't be treating us like this. Speaking of water, I hadn't had any since the raft exploded. My mouth was as dry as sandpaper, and I was exceptionally dizzy.

"Who are you?" The woman asked me, just barely an inch from my face.

"Ana-" Another woman cut in, the one I recognized from somewhere. "Maybe we should get her some water."

Her name was on the tip of my tongue. The woman, Ana, looked back at her with almost a vicious glare, I would've been completely frightened. A part of me, somewhere deep down, I was completely frightened. She was holding this gun, obviously prepared to use it, so close to my face that it could go off at any second. If she fired it, the baby was dead. Of course, so would I, but that wouldn't matter that much. Ana didn't say anything else to the woman, but looked back at me again.

"I'm not going to ask you again. Who are you?"

"Amy." I managed through my dry throat.

"How did you get here?"

"Plane crash. Flight 815. Fuselage section."

"You were on 815?" She seemed surprised.

I nodded, shutting my eyes for a moment and leaning my head back against the tree. Even my eyes were dry, and it took all my force to reopen them. Everything was a blur, and I had to blink several times to get it back to normal. My head throbbed and every inch of my body was beginning to ache horribly. Water. I need water very, very badly. Was this psycho woman really going to deprive a pregnant woman like me water for this long? Just to get the information she wanted? I would gladly tell her whatever it was she needed to know, in exchange for some water.

"Put her in the pit." Ana said, straightening up and finally moving the gun away from my face.

"Ana!" The woman jumped in again…maybe if I had some water I would figure out who she was. "She needs water! You're going to deprive a pregnant girl water?"

"Until we know who she is for sure, I don't want to be aiding one of our enemies. Have you forgotten?"

I didn't know what the hell they were talking about, but I didn't have really another free moment to think about it. Ana untied the knots binding me to the tree and then pulled me up roughly by my arm. The pit was pulled open. The three men had regained full consciousness, and were staring up at Ana like she 

were some villain. Deep down, I think Ana had every intention of being a good person, but she just came off vicious and bitter. It wasn't on purpose, but things must've happened in her life…something that made her this way. But the question was, why take it out on me? Ana roughly lowered me down as far as she could into the pit, and then released me. My legs instantly collapsed when they hit the ground, and the pit lid was slammed shut.

"Hey." All three of them crouched down to where I was sitting. "You ok?"

I didn't say anything, I couldn't. I felt so sick an dizzy…weak was more like the word.

"What did they want?" Michael asked.

"They wanted…to know…if we were on the…flight." My head was pounding.

It felt as if my brain was just going to smash through my skull and run across the mud pit we were stuck in. At the same time I felt bad for feeling like this, especially since Sawyer was trying to last while that bullet would in his shoulder continued to get more and more infected.

"Amy, hey," Sawyer tapped the side of my face. "Look at me. You alright?"

"M'fine…" I tried to push him away.

"What's the matter?" Sawyer demanded.

"She's dehydrated, man. Burning up."

"HEY!" Sawyer yelled, standing up and going directly underneath the spot where the lid lock was. "HEY WE NEED SOME WATER DOWN HERE! YOU HEAR ME?"

The lid was suddenly thrown back and a rope was dropped down. Ana crouched down near the entrance and pointed at Michael and Jin.

"You two, climb up."

Jin did as told immediately, but Michael hesitated for a moment before getting an 'ok' nod from Sawyer to go. Then the large African American man dropped down a canteen before slamming the lid shut again. Sawyer grabbed the canteen with his good arm and handed it to me. I took it from his hands almost violently and poured some of it down my throat. Instant relief spread throughout my entire body. My once sandpaper-like throat had finally cleared out and I was able to swallow and think more logically again. I handed the canteen to Sawyer.

"I only drank half." I said.

He looked at me as though he were confused, but swallowed the rest of the water before tossing the empty canteen aside. My eyes fell to the open wound in his shoulder, where the blood had dried up and around the corners of it there was disgusting colors that indicated infection. I gently touched the side of it and pulled it aside gently, trying to get a better look at it. But Sawyer pulled back and shifted his shoulder over.

"I'm fine. Stop looking at me like that."

About an hour or so later, the rope was dropped again. I was pulled out first, then Sawyer right after. Sawyer glared at Ana.

"Let's go." Ana ordered.

"Not until you tell me where my friends are." Sawyer retorted.

"Glad to see you care so much." Michael replied, stepping out from behind Ana with Jin close behind. "We had a chat, they believe we were on the plane too."

"Well then," Sawyer drawled with his head hanging. "I guess we can all sue Oceanic together."

Ana gestured for us to follow her, and it looked as though we really didn't have much of a choice either way. The rest of Ana's group followed close behind her, as though she were their savior. But then there was still that one woman who lingered close beside Sawyer. Her face, I had seen it somewhere before…but where? I closed my eyes tight and concentrated hard on all the faces I had seen in my lifetime. Of course there were a lot, but some faces stuck out more then others. Her name had something with an "L" in it. Lisa…Lizzy…Liza….Lee…LIBBY! That was her name!

"Libby…" I repeated out loud.

Sure enough, she turned around a smiled politely at me.

"Feeling better since you had that water?" She asked, falling back slightly so she could talk to me.

"Where do I know you from?" I ignored her question completely.

"I don't…I don't think we've met before."

She was lying, she was lying through her teeth. I know I had seen her somewhere before, I just have no idea where. This was going to bug the hell out of me until I figured it out. She walked back forward some more to talk to Sawyer, while I was trapped alone with my thoughts, like usual. My brain needed a rest, so I thought over to Shannon…for once. How was she doing all by herself? Well, I guess technically she wasn't by herself since she had Sayid to comfort her. By now she would've forgiven him, and they would be on their have to having some island 'fun'. But how was she just in general…it almost worried me to see her put so little effort in her appearance. Then again, I was feeling the same emotion, but it was just in a different form. She was feeling the loss of a love; I was feeling more of the loss of a brother. Boone…I really didn't treat him right. I was a cruel heartless bitch when I was around him, I was almost worse then Shannon in that sense. I hadn't notice us stop at a large metal door, where Ana lead us inside. There was barely anybody inside, maybe five or six people at the most.

"I thought you said there were twenty three of you?" Michael turned to Libby.

"There were." She replied.

Almost as though by command, we were went to sit in one of the corners inside this indoor bunker place. Michael sat in the furthest corner with his head back against the wall, while Jin studied the area with complete interest. Sawyer looked as though he was resting as well, but I could see the pain lines creasing his face from his infected shoulder. That had to be treated soon, or something really bad could happen to him. I sat in the corner opposite of Michael, my knees pulled up to my chest with my arms folded on top of them. I shut my eyes for a second, but all of a sudden all I could see was the bodies of the people I had seen dead.

There was Boone's body, then that one kid's body, Jude's…and then there was one of the most frightening and shocking, Mitchell. What the hell was his body doing here on the island…and why was it just his body? From the look of the remains, it seemed as though he had been stabbed in the back. But who on Earth would want to kill Mitchell besides me? Nobody else knew about him, I had never told anyone that Mitchell and I were together, or that he had raped me. Bastard. But that still didn't answer the question of how he came to be on the island. There would be no possible reason that he would've been on the flight, or just shown up on the island in general. So bizarre.

"Amy."

I looked up to see who had called my name, and was surprised to see Jin had. He was smiling at me, which was also very strange. Jin wasn't one of the most social people around, in fact this was the first time he had ever acknowledged the fact the he knew my name.

"Yeah?"

"How is…baby?" He struggled to get the words out in English.

This was also weird. He had never before taken an interest in my baby, so what did it matter to him now? Then again, I found it strange that he and Sun had yet to have a baby. I mean, they seemed like they were in love…sort of. But, despite the weirdness, I smiled.

"He's ok."

As if he heard me, he began to beat against my stomach wall with his little feet, causing me more discomfort then I was already in. Thanks. Little brat. I groaned quietly and shifted positions.

"You alright?" Michael asked.

"Yeah, fine. Baby's just kicking around."

With a nod, they all turned to look away from me. I laid my head flat back against the concrete again and slowly drifted off into a deep sleep.

Flashback

"But MOM I don't WANT to go to this school! I want to go to Boone's school!" I pouted, clutching my lunchbox.

"You're not old enough to go to Boone's school, nor are you smart enough. Now get out of the car, I'm going to be late."

I pulled open the car door without a protest and watched it as it sped down the road at most likely ten miles over the speed limit. I was six years old though, I had no idea what speed limits were. I stood in front of the school's entrance, shifting my Power Ranger backpack over my shoulders more comfortably. All the parents were walking their kids into the school, and here I stood all alone with nothing but my backpack and lunchbox (which BOONE had to pack for me since my mother was 'too busy' to do it). I stood shyly at the entrance, shuffling my feet against the pavement. Maybe if I ran I could make it to Boone's school…

Then out of the corner of my eye I caught sight of a little boy with sandy blonde hair clutching onto his mother's leg, screaming and crying, pleading with her.

"I PROMISE I'LL BE GOOD MOMMY! PLEASE DON'T LEAVE!"

"Sweetie," The Mom tried to reason. "I'll be back to pick you up in just a few hours. It'll be alright. You'll have fun here."

My mom would never do that kind of thing for me. Reason with me, comfort me, and try to tell me that everything was alright. And what was this kid getting worked up for anyways, I mean, it was just school.

"PLEASE MOMMY!" The boy continued to scream.

Finally, I decided the screaming was getting on my nerves. I walked over to where the boy was with his mother and tapped him on the shoulder. His screams quieted for a moment as he turned to look at me from the spot where he had buried his face in his mother's pant leg.

"Hi. I'm Amy. Would you walk in with me?"

The boy stared at me with wide eyes, as though I were some strange alien he had just encountered. I held out my hand and waited. The boy picked up his bag that he had thrown on the ground in a fit of rage and worked it around his shoulders. He wiped the tears from his face onto his arm with one good swipe before taking my hand in his.

"I'm Jude." He smiled.

The mother, looking a cross between baffled and relieved, bent down to hug her son one more time. But Jude raised a hand and brushed her away.

"You can go now."

The mother looked almost shocked, but she laughed it off and pointed to the entrance.

"Alright you two, now don't be late."

I walked with my hand closed in Jude's fingers, and the two of us entered the school together.

End Flashback

LIBBY! I knew I had seen her face somewhere before! How could I be so stupid to not see that? I looked around the entire hatch area until I found Libby curled up in a corner, fast asleep. Libby! Of all the people! She looked exactly the same as she had that day! I stepped over everybody sleeping and was quiet enough so that way I would disturb anybody. I crouched down next to Libby and shook her shoulder gently. She awoke with a start and immediately pulled out her club as though to hit me with it. When she finally saw that it was me, she lowered the club.

"Hey Amy, did you need something?"

"I remembered where I knew your face from!" I said in a low, hurried whisper. "You're Jude's mother!"

A/N: Yes, I am evil. But you all will continue reading, because you want to know what's going to happen! MWAHAHAHAHA! Review please!

Peace,

-Jackie-