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(Juliet's point of view)

Startled, I awoke due to the clunking sound of a car pulling into my driveway. I swiftly turned to look at the clock, and upon seeing the glowing red numbers which read '4:15', I hurriedly got up. I rubbed my eyes as I quickly draped on my robe and when I looked out the window, I saw a confused Jack stumbling up to the front door.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I sighed as I reached the frigid morning air. Luckily, I made my way over to Jack before he had a chance to knock on the door--it was a weekend but I still didn't want my nephew or sister waking up because of my overbearing ex-husband.

He drew in a sharp, deep breath before looking me in the eyes and mummbling, "Benjamin Linus."

"What?" I asked startled, my eyes growing wide at the sheer mention of the psychopathic man's name.

"He called me last night." Jack continued reluctantly, "I debated whether I should tell you or not but..."

I gazed into Jack's eyes as he trailed off, confused at what he was trying to tell me. Did this mean he remembered everything too? Or did he just speak to Ben for the first time? And if Ben got ahold of him, did that mean he would contact me next?

"Do you remember, Juliet?" He suddenly asked whilst rubbing the back of his neck, snapping me out of my thoughts.

"Remember what exactly?" I asked bluntly, vigorously surmising he was referring to the island, "The days I spent making you sandwiches while you were held against your will? Or the day you decided to blow up that hydrogen bomb?"

Jack sighed again, although this time a smile spread across his lips, "When I heard Ben's voice over the phone everything came back to me."

I paused, waiting for a detailed explanation of the phone call, when he instead stated in disbelief, "I can't believe we met again in this life--that we got married."

"Strange, isn't it?" I asked with a small smile, "Even stranger that only a few days ago I met James."

Jack's smile faded into a straight line as he said softly, "I'm sorry--about everything. You and Sawyer were perfectly happy until we came back--I just thought that..."

"It's in the past, Jack." I said softly, giving him a sad smile, "Now if you don't mind, I'd like to know why you showed up here at four in the morning?"

"Right." He sighed, "Well, like I said earlier, Ben called." He paused, looking away from my gaze, then continued, "He remembers everything. He said he's in L.A. and he wanted to know if I'd operate on Alex."

"Alex?" I repeated, hoping that she was alright. She had been like a little sister to me throughout my three year stay with the others and I would hate to see her harmed in any way--But I also knew Ben well enough to know that he'd do anything to get what he wants, including lying about his daughters health.

"What's wrong with her? And why does he need you to do it?" I asked quickly, stringing my words together.

He simply shrugged and sighed once again before saying, "I don't know--he didn't say. All he said was that he needed my help."

"He didn't mention anything else?" I asked, my eyes flickering from him to the ground.

"He said he wasn't going to get in touch with anyone else. Except..."

"Except who, Jack?" I asked, expecting him to answer with my own name.

"He said he was going to talk to Sawyer."

(Sawyer's point of view)

I heard a harsh knocking on the door, causing me to get up and storm towards the doorway whilst cursing under my breath.

"What kinda son of a bitch visits a guy with a lil' kid at..." I paused to glance at the clock on the microwave, "Four fourty-two?"

"Listen pal..." I started as I swung the door open, "Took me two hours to get my daughter to sleep, if yer racket woke her up, then ya better--"

"Ford, it's good to see you again." The man stated with a sly smile, "Or should I call you Lafleur?"

I could barely make out the man's face due to the darkness of the night but I'd know that damn voice anywhere.

"It's been how many years since I've last seen you?" He continued, "Not since the seventies if my memory serves correct."

"What the hell are ya talkin' 'bout?"

"Don't tell me you don't remember, James?" He asked, picking up on my failed attempt at lying, "Because I know you remember--and I know you're back with Juliet--second times a charm, correct? I had my doubts at first but I should've known a smart conman like yourself would be able to trick her into loving you twice."

"If you so much as touch her." I growled out, "I swear to God I'll tear you apart."

"It's not her you should be worried about."

"Whaddo ya' mean?"

"I came to L.A. for two reasons, James. One is to save my daughters life." The man begun with a sparkle in his eye, "And the other is to end yours."