1Author's Note: This chapter is going to be a revision of Episode 2x14: One of Them. All the beginning scenes happen except the French Chick captures a female instead of a male, and the captured female is who Sayid tortures. And yes, I know the French Chick has an actual name, but my brain is too fried to be searched at this moment. So to sum it all up, Chapter Ten will be a revision of Episode 2x14: One of Then except French Chick captures female instead of Henry Gale. Quick Revise: French Chick captures female "other", shoots her in the arm with arrow; Sayid carries her off, locks her in empty gun cage, and begins to torture her. Oh episode 2x13: The Long Con happens before chapter ten. Enjoy.

Chapter Ten

Ana fiddled with the jewelry box's latch, she needed a gun, but she wasn't in the mood to deal with the town newest sheriff. She found it hard to blame the hick, he was just playing off of Jack and Kate's weaknesses. He had exposed Jack, revealed his distrust for her and that the second Kate had a suspicion Jack would pounce. Anything Kate said Jack would believe, and it was apparent that it would take more than a few kind words to win Jack's trust. She wasn't in the mood to play games, she was fed up with the survivors and their accusing stares. The con man on the other hand...

She had planned out her voyage and bundled all her memories into a make-shift pack. The ticket slumbered in her palm, its weight causing a heartache, it began to awake lifting slightly of her palm. It rose from it's rest and twirled into the jungle. Ana trailed closely behind trying to prevent its escape. Over stumps, under vines, and around trees until her feet slipped from beneath her and sent her torso colliding with a log. And there at the end of her outstretched arm was the ticket crumbled and stained in her clenched fist. As she rocked back onto her heels voices neared, she crawled behind a tree and squatted, listening to the conversation unfold.

"What do you mean you have a prisoner in the hatch?" Jack inquired.

"Sayid said that she was captured," Locked admitted.

"So why did he bring her to the hatch?"

"To interrogate her."

"John, we're not at war!"

"Listen, she needs medical attention, there was an arrow through her shoulder."

"So you want me to examine her?"

"Yes, after Sayid finishes his interrogation."

Ana studied the pair, she doubted Sayid was playing twenty questions with the prisoner, but at the same time she couldn't expose herself, then she'd never get inside the hatch. She waited until their footsteps were barely detectable before perusing. She used the vegetation as a cloak, she felt the rush of being on the force. Perusing a suspect, stakeouts, raids; she plastered herself against a tree as the began speaking.

"John, where is she?"

"In the gun cage, Sayid's with her."

"She have a name?"

"Daniella."

Ana's body tensed, she knew what was happening behind the closed door. Her sister didn't have the answers Sayid wanted, she wasn't an "Other". Adrenaline engulfed her body, she'd save her sister, even if it cost her her life. She slammed through the human barricade, pinning Locke to the wall, arm across his throat. She applied pressure, just enough to scare him, she wanted answer and she'd get them.

"Where is Daniella?"

"Ana, you're going to kill him," Jack insisted, pulling at her.

"Where is Daniella!"

"Ana this isn't the way to get answers."

Ana narrowed her eyes, turned her head, and applied more pressure, "Where is Daniella!"

Locke lifted his arm, pointing to the gun cage, she removed her arm and ran to it. Ana's patient was running thin and Daniella's time was running out; she grabbed a near by pipe, intent on breaking the dial. But then she noticed Lock out of the corner of her eye, he had known, known that she won't have been able to open the door and stop Sayid. And in the blink of an eye, Lock found himself once again pinned to the wall, this time a pipe cutting off his oxygen.

"What's the combination?"

"Ana, relax. You're going to end up killing him. You won't get what you want," Jack intervened.

"What's the combination?"

"Ana, " he begged pulling. Swiftly her foot met with his stomach, sending him crumpled into a ball on the floor.

"You see this, huh, do you?" Ana demanded presenting the ticket. "What does it say, huh, what does it say?"

"Daniella Cortez Oceanic Flight..."

"Open it, now!"

Locke stumbled to the dial, inserting number after number. Sayid emerged with his head hanging in shame. Ana, fully exposing to the torture chamber, found a bruised and bloody Daniella wilted against a wall. Her wedding dress clung to her bleeding wounds, and Ana knelt beside her, "Ana..." she groaned. Jack slipped his arms behind her back and knees and gently transported her to the nearest bunk. Ana knelt beside the bunk as her sister squeeze through the waves of pain that now embraced her tattered body. Jack reported his diagnoses as Sayid looked on, he had done much worst then Ana. He had tortured her loved one, she had merely shot Shannon. Shannon had not suffered as Daniella would, he had damaged an innocent soul.

"Daniella, I promise you you'll have your wedding," Ana whispered.