I don't own Lost.

I actually had this written a couple days ago and intended to upload it then but my internet connection was down so I haven't been able to until now. In the future I will usually update once a day or once every other day. This chapter is longer than the last two though, because of the wait. Oh and, sorry I don't actually know anything about gun shot wounds.

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Chapter 3 – Amnesia

"What happened," Jack demanded of Juliet as they approached the OR.

"She was shot," Juliet responded quietly, as if afraid Jack would hear her.

"By who," Jack asked but was interrupted by the sound of yelling and objects being knocked to the floor in the room they were about to enter.

Jack burst into the room.

"What is he doing here!?" Pickett exclaimed as Jack and Juliet entered the room.

Juliet glared at Pickett, "She needs a doctor, don't be ridiculous. It's not like I let him go. Go tell Ben what's going on!"

Kate was awake, but obviously in pain. No one stood near her and several things were scattered on the ground. Kate looked like she was trying to get up.

"What the hell are you doing? Why isn't anyone doing anything to help her?" Jack angrily shouted at Pickett, who stared back at him incredulously.

Jack rushed to Kate's side as Pickett left the room, almost afraid to see the state she was in. After all, no one was even applying pressure to the wound, though it looked like someone had tried. He gently touched her cheek with the back of his hand, "Kate, it's going to be fine."

"Jack?" she asked quietly, relaxing a little as she ceased her struggling.

Juliet spoke softly from the corner, "After she regained consciousness she wouldn't let anyone close enough to her to check her wound."

The bullet had just grazed her left shoulder. He breathed a sigh of relief; it wasn't nearly as bad as he had been led to believe. Still, he needed to treat it and Kate was laying here in pain. "Juliet, what sedatives do you have?"

Juliet looked at him, surprised. It didn't really seem necessary in this case, "we need to save our supplies-"

"What do you have?" Jack demanded.

"um," Juliet pulled open the drawer next to her, "Lorazepam… Diazepam…. Ketamine… Meperidine… Morphine.."

"Give me 5mg morphine," Jack commanded. Juliet handed him the syringe and he simply found a vein to put it in and set then syringe aside.

He watched her face relax completely, and then he quickly cleaned up and bandaged the wound.

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Sayid had finished bandaging, and in some cases stitching up, most of Sawyer's wounds. He wondered how Locke had known he would need a first-aid kit. Sun was now leaning over Sawyer, having taken over for Sayid. She was just finishing cleaning up one of the last cuts when she said, "I think he is waking up."

Sayid rushed back over just as Sawyer opened his eyes, "what are you doing back here?"

"Well, thought you'd all be happy to see me back. Home sweet home, ya know. But you don't look so cheery," just then he was interrupt by a fit of coughs. "Son of a bitch…"

Sayid glanced at Sun, "Sawyer, how did you get back. Were Kate and Jack with you?"

Sawyer was silent for a moment, "Freckles, was gone when one of them came and got me outta my cage."

"Was Jack there?" Sun asked.

"We only saw the Doc once. They were leadin' him somewhere, had a bag over his head. Ain't seen him since. Freckles might have though."

"You escaped," Sayid stated, but the implied question was 'how?'

"I don't remember," Sawyer said, sounding frustrated.

"What do you remember?" Sayid pressed for information.

Sawyer shook his head a little, "Nothing. One of them wanted to kill me, revenge for his damn girlfriend gettin' shot."

Sayid and Sun exchanged a glance. Sayid waited for a moment, but Sawyer didn't say anything else. "Was he man you said came and took you?"

Sawyer nodded, "That's all I remember."

"Is there anything else? Anything at all. Where did he take you? Is he the one that did this to you?" Sayid fired questions at him.

"I told you! I don't know!" Sawyer half-shouted, coughing again.

Sayid just sat back and sighed.

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Jack was sitting against the wall in the OR a couple hours later when Pickett exploded into the room once more. "Get her out of here," he said to Jack as he looked around.

"What?" Jack asked.

"Get her out of here, NOW, we're gonna need this room. You have 10 minutes."

Jack watched Pickett leave the room. He walked over to Kate to see how she was doing. He knew she would be fine, he just didn't want to wake her up, especially when she looked so peaceful. "Kate," he spoke her name softly and touched her good shoulder gently.

Kate's eyes fluttered open and she blinked a few times in confusion. "Jack? What's happening?"

"You were shot at, but it's not serious, the bullet barely grazed your shoulder."

She stared at him and moved her right hand and touched the bandage on her left shoulder, as if confused. She sat up but a little too quickly and felt lightheaded. She thought she might fall back onto the pillow but Jack steadied her.

"Do you think you can walk?" He asked her, and then quickly added, "Just for a minute. I think they are clearing out this room."

She nodded without hesitation. She swung her legs around so that she was sitting on the hospital-style bed, her feet dangling just above the ground. She felt a little drugged, maybe she was. She felt confused. The last thing she remembered was Juliet taking her to talk to Jack. She closed her eyes; everything was coming back to her. Breaking down in front of Jack, going back to the cages, Sawyer gone, escaping... running…

She started to stand, putting her right foot on the ground. She winced slightly. Then she remembered falling. Her ankle didn't bother her nearly as much as it had then. She was about to stand up completely when Jack pushed her back carefully, "sit back down, Kate."

She complied but argued a little, "Jack, it's really nothing, it doesn't even really hurt."

"That's probably because the morphine hasn't worn off yet," he said as knelt down and gently rolled up the right leg of her pants. He carefully examined her ankle, noticing her wincing as he touched it. "It's a pretty bad sprain Kate."

Morphine? So she was a little drugged. "It's not that bad," she insisted weakly.

Jack was already up and rummaging through drawers. He returned with some Ibuprofen, a glass of water, and an elastic bandage. "Take these," he handed her the medicine and the water and knelt back down and began wrapping her ankle. "Try to rest it as much as you can or you can permanently injure yourself."

"Jack," she interrupted him after she took the pills, then she stopped talking, not sure she was capable of asking him the question on her mind.

"What?" he looked up at her, alarmed by the pained look on her face. He thought maybe the morphine was wearing off but then she started speaking again.

A single tear rolled down her cheek and she took a deep breath before asking, she just had to know, "why--," she breathed again. He was just watching her, looking concerned. She hesitated more, not wanting to ask, but needing to. She spoke in a rush, "why couldn't you just do the surgery!?" She stifled a sob.

He stood, staring at her. He felt a surge of anger, why was she accusing him like this! He watched her, slowly softening as a few more tears rolled down her cheek. He reached out to wipe away her tears but she turned away. He was confused. He had planned on doing the surgery! He was going to do it! He was going to do it because she had asked him to!!

Then it occurred to him, something must have happened. "Kate," he reached out to her and lifted her chin so he could look into her eyes, "I don't know what you are talking about, what happened?"

She closed her eyes for a long second, trying not to cry. "Kate, look at me, and tell me what happened?"

"Sawyer…" she opened her eyes and looked deep into his, "when I came back he was… he was gone!"

"Kate, I'm sure he's fine," Jack assured her, though he was trying to hide his doubt.

Kate felt doubtful, yet he sounded so sure and so convincing. Juliet had made it sound like Sawyer was dead, but maybe he wasn't. She nodded, feeling slightly better, though her head was still clouded by the effects of the morphine.

He helped her to stand. He was going to move to her side and put his arm around her for support but he became captivated by her eyes, she was so beautiful, he couldn't look away. He found himself leaning towards her slowly. He was overwhelmed but a sudden desire to kiss her, damn the consequences. She moved closer to him as well. He could feel her warm breath on his lips, she was so close. He wrapped his arms around her and began to close the small gap between them when the door swung open.

Kate quickly backed away from him, looking startled.

"What," Jack said, annoyed by the interruption. He had his back turned and couldn't see the door. He was startled when Juliet spoke up.

"Jack, we need this room now," Juliet looked away, still standing in the doorway.

"Fine," he said, putting his arm around Kate to help support her.

"No Jack," Juliet walked toward them, "you are staying here."

Jack was about to refuse when a couple of the others walked into the room and grabbed Kate, dragging her out of the room before Jack could even think. "Why?" he practically shouted at Juliet, "you can't let them put her back in that cage!"

"Because, Jack," Juliet said, seemingly abnormally calm in comparison to Jack's angry tone, "you have a surgery to perform. Ben will-"

"Ben doesn't deserve-" Jack began before he was interrupted by Juliet.

"Ben will be here momentarily to talk to you. He told us to prep the OR," she watched him for a second before she finished, "By the way, Jack, there are camera's in here…"

"Why? You actually think I'm going to do something?" He glared at her, clearly frustrated.

"I wasn't worried about the surgery," she turned her back to the camera and leaned in close to Jack, whispering now, "The more you show that you care for Kate, the more they are going to use her against you."

She stepped away, walking past him now, and continued talking, now at a normal volume, "Don't worry, she won't be kept outside, we can't risk her escaping again."

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Sawyer lay on the beach, reading a book. Since his return the only people to talk to him had been Sayid and Sun. The others had stayed at a distance, as if afraid of him. He figured Sayid had told all the beach-goers that he didn't remember anything and they probably thought it pointless to strike up a conversation with him. Not that they ever did before, not that he needed or wanted them to. He laughed aloud at the thought of needing someone. He could just picture the faces of the other survivors if he suddenly got all sensitive and crap. It was just ridiculously hilarious.

"Something funny, James?" Locke inquired, suddenly standing over Sawyer.

Sawyer was startled, but he tried to cover it up, "What are you doing at the beach, Mr. Hatch?"

"The hatch was blown up, mind if I?" Locke motioned to the ground, asking to sit, but he didn't wait for Sawyer to respond before he settled into the sand.

Sawyer ignored the request anyway, "What do you mean, blown up!?"

"No one entered the numbers, Desmond turned a fail-safe key. The hatch was blown up."

Sawyer exhaled slowly. Blown-up? "Well, that still doesn't explain why you're here."

"I just wanted to ask you a question," Locke glanced at Sawyer.

"Ask away," Sawyer mumbled sarcastically.

"What did they do with you, the others?" Locke asked intently, though he seemed unconcerned and was drawing circles in the sand with a small stick until he had finished asking, then he watched Sawyer for a reply.

"Nothing!" Sawyer exclaimed, "They kept Kate and me in a cage and made us haul stuff. They were building something, didn't tell us what though. What's it to you?"

"It's nothing," Locke replied easily, then stood and began to walk away.

Sawyer mumbled something incoherent and returned his attention to his book.

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Kate was being led down a hallway by one of the others she didn't recognize. She was definitely not following doctor's orders; she had been walking on her ankle for 15 minutes now. She thought back to the last minute she had been in the OR. She had thought Jack was about to kiss her, she was sure of it. She remembered their kiss in the jungle, and running afterwards. Had they kissed just now, she couldn't have gone anywhere. Was that what she wanted? Was Jack who she cared most about? She shook her head to herself, no, she didn't deserve him anyway.

Suddenly she heard a loud clunck behind her. She turned to see Alex, the girl who had tried to help Kate and Sawyer escape, standing over the man who had been escorting Kate, who was out cold. "Hey, what are yo-" she was cut off by Alex placing her hand over Kate's mouth and muttering "ssh!"

She moved her hand and after she was sure Kate was going to remain quiet she talked quietly, "just follow me, and don't ask questions."

Kate hung back a moment before deciding following Alex was her best option. She limped slightly as she followed Alex down the hall.

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Jack paced the OR, occasionally throwing a glare at Juliet. Suddenly the door opened and just when Jack expected Ben to enter the room, Tom did.

"Julie, we need to talk," Tom started, then, eyeing Jack, he added, "in the hall."

Juliet nodded though Jack thought she looked a little reluctant.

"Where's Ben," Jack demanded.

"Ben has some business to take care of," Tom replied before closing the door behind them.

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Kate and Alex had been walking for several minutes now in silence. Suddenly they heard footsteps and people talking around a corner. Alex opened the nearest door, "get in here," she pushed Kate into the room and closed the door, just as a couple others walked around the corner.

"Hey, Alex, we were just looking for you, come with us, Ben wants to see you," they kept walking and as soon as they had past Alex glanced at the door, she would have to come back as soon as she could. She followed the others down the hall.

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Kate caught herself before she fell. She was about to protest when Alex closed the door. She heard people talk, and then the footsteps were fading away. Still, Alex didn't come in. Maybe something had happened. Kate looked around the room, maybe she should try to leave without Alex's assistance, even though the last time she had escaped hadn't gone too well. Something caught her eye. The room was some kind of storage facility. She noticed a stack of folders on a desk, the top one was open and she saw a picture lying among the papers within. It was a man in hospital scrubs, it was Jack. She walked over slowly, sitting in a chair that was at the desk. She looked at the file.

Dr. Jack Shephard. She stared at the file, there were pages and pages of information. She probably shouldn't read it, she thought. It was Jack's personal information. She was still debating whether or not to read it when she saw her file. She pulled it out from the pile, accidentally knocking several other files to the floor. She ignored the papers on the ground and opened her file.

Katherine Austen. It was all here. She couldn't believe how detailed the file was. Information was included she could have sworn the authorities never knew. She didn't even bother to read it all. She was about to destroy the file when it occurred to her that if she did so, they would know she had been here. She flipped through the pages quickly. She grabbed some of the most revealing pages and folded them, sticking them in her pocket. She hoped no one would check her file anytime soon.

She heard a noise outside and bent down, gathering up the files. Something caught her eye, the name Shephard, Christian Shephard. She picked up the page. The top line said the information was on Claire Littleton. It said Christian Shephard was her father. But Shephard was Jack's last name, right? She stuffed the page in her pocket and stacked the remaining files before the door opened.

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A/N: Please review. I have most of the next chapter written but I probably will wait to post it until I have some reviews. What was good? What was bad? Should I continue?  Was this too much to happen in one chapter?