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Chapter 11: Secrets

Try to open up my eyes, I'm hoping for
The chance to make it alright.

When I wake up, the dream isn't done.
I wanna see your face and know I made it home.
If nothing is true, what more can I do?
I am still painting flowers for you.

After finally escaping from Phil, Jack continued to wander through the rows of houses, unsure where to go next. He wanted to stay away from the Flame because the last thing he needed was to run into Sawyer. He had a feeling the southerner wouldn't approve of him leaving the house.

I am not under house arrest, Jack assured himself. It's just a precaution. Sawyer doesn't want to risk me saying...what? What could Jack possibly say that would affect Sawyer in any way? The question stumped Jack but he didn't linger on it.

Instead, he wondered where the Flame was located. If it was somewhere nearby he could walk past it at any moment. He nearly turned around to ask Phil, but then he quickly rejected the idea. There was something odd about the man that made Jack want to be as far away from him as possible.

So he kept walking, searching for someone who would be willing to provide directions without asking too many questions. Finally he spotted a young woman with curly red hair swinging peacefully in a hammock. There was a very old-looking baby carriage resting beside her and lying inside was an infant who couldn't have been born more than a week ago.

As he came closer, Jack realized the woman was staring at him with a frown on her face. "Hello," she said warily.

"Hi," Jack replied. "My name is David uh," he tried to remember the name he'd used before. "Reyes. I'm new here."

The woman visibly relaxed and flashed him a warm smile. "Oh, you're a new recruit huh? I'm Amy. Nice to meet you." She stared at him for a moment, puzzling over something. "I don't remember seeing you on registration day..." Amy trailed off, uncertain now.

"That's because that day you were taking care of your baby," Jack reminded her gently. But at her surprised and suspicious look he quickly backpedaled. "I was talking to Phil earlier and he told me."

Amy smiled again, relieved that Jack seemed to mean her no harm. "Yes, I was at home resting after delivering Ethan. I was supposed to go to the mainland for the delivery, but the baby came too early." She turned to gaze in adoration at her son sleeping soundly in the carriage. Jack was filled with a sudden rush of hatred. As soon as she said the boy's name, all he could hear was the sound of rain and then a loud gunshot.

But he quickly wiped the anger from his face, not wanting to frighten Amy with his problems.

"Is there something you needed?" she asked politely, not noticing the change in his mood.

"I was just wondering where the Flame station was," he told her, deciding to use the same lie as last time. "I somehow wound up with Jim LaFleur's jumpsuit and I didn't notice until today." He gestured at the name stitched on the pocket of the uniform, proving his point. Then he continued.

"I was just asking Phil where I could find Jim so I could give it back. He said Jim was at the Flame station but when we were done talking I realized that I don't know where that is. Do you have a map or something I could borrow?" He knew how faulty his story was, but thankfully Amy didn't notice how unbelievable it sounded.

"Oh sure. There are some extra maps at the Registration Office. Though you should have gotten one when you signed in..." she sighed. "This is why I don't take days off work," she mumbled to herself, then remembered Jack was standing in front of her.

"It's that way," she told him, pointing to the right. "I know it's easy to get turned around your first few days here. Don't worry though, you'll get used to it." She stuck out her hand and Jack shook it, smiling.

"It was nice meeting you, David," Amy told him. "See you around." Then she lay her head back down on the hammock, closing her eyes and beginning to rock gently back and forth once more.

"Okay," Jack said softly. "Thanks." He quietly backed away, glancing back at baby Ethan before shaking his head. Just one more reason you need to find a person who can give you some answers, he thought to himself. He began walking towards the Registration Office, his curiosity rising.

"Oh shit," Stuart Radzinsky swore loudly. Just when he needed LaFleur to handle something, of course the man would pass out. He snorted. "Head of Security. More like Head of Uselessness. Now what are we supposed to do with the Hostile?" An idea popped into his head and he grinned wickedly. "I guess I'm the one to handle this since LaFleur is...unavailable at the moment."

But before he could even reach for the unconscious man's gun, Jin stepped in the way. "Did you forget about me?" he demanded angrily. "I am a member of the security team too. And LaFleur said not to hurt the Hostile." He bent down to examine James. "We need to get him back to the Infirmary. Help me carry him to the van."

He started to pick up LaFleur but Radzinsky stopped him. "We are not just leaving the Hostile here alone where he can spy on more of my work!" he shouted indignantly. Why did no one else see just how important the Swan project was?

Jin wasn't about to back down either, though. "Then we take him with us," he said simply. "He can help me carry LaFleur, since you don't want to." Then he turned to the Hostile. "Is that okay with you?" The man didn't answer, but the way the two looked at each other, there were almost hints of recognition in their expressions.

Radzinsky pushed the idea away immediately, not quite willing to believe that the Hostiles had an informant stationed within Dharma. It could be possible though, he thought, recalling the suspicious circumstances that had brought LaFleur and his crew here three years ago.

Horace had believed their story right away, but he was a fool. Too nice for his own good, Radzinsky had always thought. He himself would be a much better leader for the Dharma Initiative though. He would be strict and rule the people with an iron fist, nothing would get past him and he could finally finish designing the Swan...

Jin's voice brought Stuart back to the present as he reached for his walkie talkie. "We should tell Horace what is going on," he explained when Radzinsky glared at him questioningly. Switching the dial to Horace's frequency, the Korean man pressed a button and waited for the other handset to respond. After a few moments a voice came through amidst the static.

"This is Horace. Jin is that you? What's going on? Where's Jim?" Horace's voice rang throughout the room. Radzinsky snorted in irritation and turned back to the Hostile, keeping a close eye on him.

"LaFleur collapsed," Jin told him. "We are bringing him back now. Can you find Ja – Juliet and bring her to the Infirmary? We will meet you there." Though Jin hadn't faltered, Radzinsky was sure he'd been about to ask for someone else, but of course Horace didn't notice.

Horace didn't reply right away, processing the information. He's an idiot, just like the rest of them, Radzinsky thought bitterly.

"Okay. Do you know what happened?' he finally asked.

"He was fine one minute and the next he was lying on the floor," Jin said. He was about to elaborate when Stuart grabbed the handheld radio.

"Yeah, yeah. LaFleur is unconscious, we get it," he said, glaring at the Korean man now bent back down beside James. "The real problem," Radzinsky continued, "is what are we supposed to do with the Hostile who appeared from the jungle?"

He thought he heard a small gasp on the other line and he smiled smugly. Maybe Horace would take him seriously for once. But his hopes were crushed after Horace's next words.

"Well you can't leave a Hostile up there alone. Bring him down with you." Radzinsky sighed. Did no one else see the other option?

"Or," he emphasized the word, wanting Horace to know there was a different solution. "We shoot him."

"God no," Horace exclaimed. "We aren't savages here."

"He violated the truce," Radzinsky protested. "And since he hasn't identified himself as a Hostile, we still have the right to shoot him."

"If I find out that you have shot that man, I will personally have you shipped back to Ann Arbour. Do you understand?"

Radzinsky wished he could reach through the walkie and personally knock Horace out. But since that wasn't possible, he gathered what remained of his pride and agreed sourly.

"Good, now hurry up and get back here. I'm on my way to the motor pool now." Then he eneded the connection and Stuart found himself the center of attention in the room.

"What are you staring at?" he snapped. "You heard Horace. Get LaFleur in the van."

Jin nodded, satisfied at having won the argument. He and the Hostile gently carried James to the Dharma bus, laying him down on the backseat.

"You drive, Jin," Radzinsky ordered, about to slide into the back. "I need to watch the Hostile."

"He can't go anywhere from a moving vehicle, Radzinsky. You drive, I will sit in the back with him and LaFleur."

Stuart was about to argue but then he surrendered. What difference did it make? Anyone would be pretty stupid to jump from a moving vehicle. Then again, people were usually stupid when they were desperate.

"Fine, but you'd better keep a really close eye on him," he instructed, seeing Jin roll his eyes in the rearview mirror.

"Just drive quickly. We need to get LaFleur to the Infirmary before he gets any worse."

Jack had found the building labeled 'Processing Center' and was nearly there when a voice stopped him in his tracks.

"Hey, Jack. What are you doing?" Jack cursed to himself and almost didn't turn around. But he was afraid the person would keep shouting, so he quickly glanced over his shoulder. And when he did, he saw Hurley walking towards him.

He waited until the big man caught up. Then he led the way to a bench resting under the shade of a tree. Sitting down, Jack motioned for Hurley to sit too.

"What's up dude?" Hurley asked, knowing he wanted to talk about something.

"My name isn't Jack," he replied. "It's David." Hurley stared at him blankly, wondering if Jack had gone completely mad.

"Uh, dude? I hate to like, tell you this. But your name is definitely Jack," he said slowly, trying to determine how Jack would react.

To Hurley's surprise, he smiled slightly. "I know. But to everyone else here, my name is David. David Reyes."

Hurley's eyes widened in shock. He'd never told Jack his last name – at least, not since he'd forgotten everything. So did this mean Jack was starting to remember? "That's uh, my last name, man. Are we like, cousins now?"

Jack blinked. Reyes was Hurley's last name? How had he known that? "Yeah, sure. If anyone asks, we're cousins," he agreed smoothly.

"But why are you lying to people, David?" Hurley asked, testing out the name. He didn't like the sound of it.

"Because I get the feeling that I'm not supposed to be here. I've already had to tell two people that I'm a new recruit, but I don't even know what I've been recruited for!" He was shouting now, his frustration building so much that he couldn't contain it.

"Chill, dude. You're right, though. You're totally not supposed to be here. That's why Sawyer was keeping you in the house. How did you get out anyway?" Then he covered his mouth, realizing he'd been babbling and now afraid he'd said too much.

Jack chuckled, unable to get mad at Hurley. "Don't worry, I kind of figured that part out." Hurley sighed in relief. He'd never been good at keeping secrets and he hated it when people asked him to. "And I just walked out the door after Sawyer left. There was some kind of emergency at the Flame station. Something about a Hostile..."

Hurley carefully kept his face blank. Jack didn't obviously had no idea what a Hostile was. Hurley himself hadn't either, at least not until earlier this morning. Kate had briefly talked about her late night adventure with Sawyer from the first day they arrived back on the Island. She'd mentioned the Hostiles they'd encountered, and together she and Hurley concluded that 'Hostile' was the name the Dharma Initiative had given to the Others.

Not that he was even going to attempt to explain this to Jack right now. So Hurley just nodded his head, trying to look properly confused.

"So where's Kate?" he wondered, deciding to change the subject before Jack noticed his discomfort. But his plan backfired when Jack glanced away guiltily. "Dude, what's going on? 'Cause she wasn't looking so good this morning." Hurley remembered how much she'd been shivering. He had been so worried that he'd meant to drop by earlier but things were so busy at the cafeteria that he'd forgotten.

"Kate has a fever, Hurley. She's at Sawyer's house sleeping right now," Jack admitted reluctantly, starting to feel bad about leaving here there.

"She's sick and you're out here talking to me?" Hurley shouted, outraged. Jack was shocked, Hurley wasn't the type to get mad easily. Or so he'd thought.

"She was sleeping. There wasn't anything I could do for her until she woke up. So I decided to explore a bit," he said, defending himself. But Hurley wasn't buying it.

"That's low, Jack. I think you just didn't want to be around Kate because you don't like how she makes you feel." Hurley's tone was serious, more so than Jack had ever heard before. He wondered when Hurley had gotten so damn perceptive.

Then he shook his head. Stop acting like you've known him for more than a few minutes, Jack ordered himself. Because really, that's how much time you've ever spent with Hurley. It's not like he's an old friend or anything...

But that didn't mean he wasn't right. In his very direct way, Hurley had brought Jack's feelings to the surface. The very feelings he 'd been trying to keep hidden from himself.

"You're right," he reluctantly admitted. "There's something about Kate that's – " Jack wasn't even sure how to describe it. "I've never felt that way around anyone else before. But it doesn't make sense. I barely know her, yet I have these memories of things that have never happened. And Kate is in all of them. Even though I never met her until a few days ago it feels as if I've known her for years."

Jack stopped, realizing he'd been ranting. But it was so easy to talk to Hurley, so natural. And when the big man looked at him sympathetically, Jack understood why. Because he and Hurley were friends. He wasn't sure how it happened, they seemed to have gone from acquaintances to close companions in a few minutes, but he knew it was true.

"You should go back to the house, Jack. Kate needs you. Even if she's not awake now, you've gotta be there when she wakes up. She really cares about you, you know." Hurley's advice hit home with Jack, saying aloud all of the thoughts he'd been keeping inside. He wasn't sure what he'd been planning to do out here anyway, but now going back to Sawyer's house seemed like the best option. And he realized this was what his heart had been telling him the entire time.

"Okay," he agreed, standing up and patting Hurley on the back. "Thanks man." Then he was gone and Hurley leaned back against the bench in satisfaction. Another job well done, he thought, congratulating himself on his success. Now Jack just has to remember how much he loves Kate. He frowned briefly, trying to figure out how to help make that realization happen.

And he was still worried about Kate, but as long as Jack was there looking after her, she would be fine. Even though Jack didn't understand why, he would still do anything for her. Hurley knew the feelings those two shared would never be completely erased from Jack's mind.

Give it some time and soon Jack and Kate will be back together again...I hope.

As soon as he turned off his walkie, Horace began driving to the motor pool. It wasn't surprising that Jin had asked for Juliet. Even though she was a mechanic, they all knew she was a good doctor as well. The night she had delivered Amy's baby, Horace himself was passed out on the couch, but the next morning the intern had told him she'd done a great job.

So she would be the natural choice as a doctor for Jim. The two were very close and if anyone could look after him while he was sick, it was her.

I wonder what's wrong with Jim, Horace thought, his mind turning back to the current situation. Everything had been fairly peaceful after Jim and his crew's dramatic arrival three years ago. Now suddenly chaos was becoming more and more common. Jim and Juliet had both started taking days off from work and Jin was acting strangely too, especially this morning.

Something was going on, Horace knew. But whatever it was, Jim and his friends weren't saying a word. So he'd just have to find out for himself. One way or another.

At that moment, he pulled up to the Dharma garage. Pushing those dark thoughts out of his head, Horace slid out of the vehicle. He saw Juliet lying underneath the van Phil had busted up earlier.

"Juliet," he called loudly, startling the other mechanics. In reply he heard a bang followed by a strong curse. Juliet swiftly wheeled herself out from under the van, clutching her head. Horace looked on sympathetically until she turned to glare at him.

"What?" she snapped, wiping her grease covered hands on her jumpsuit. Horace could tell she was in a bad mood. Obviously she wasn't too pleased about having to work on her day off and now here he was, interrupting her again.

"Sorry to bother you, Juliet," he began but he quickly got to the point as he noticed her impatience. "We have a bit of a situation and I need you to come to the Infirmary with me."

She frowned, rubbing her forehead and accidently smearing a spot of grease above her eyebrow. Horace resisted the urge not to smile. He knew it wouldn't be appropriate at the moment.

"What kind of situation, Horace?" Juliet demanded angrily. Then she realized how rude she was being and she quickly backtracked. "Sorry. But I'm not a doctor anymore. I know that I helped Amy with her baby, but that was an emergency. This is not going to become a regular occurrence." She lowered her voice and muttered something Horace didn't quite hear. But he thought it sounded like, "I'm not going to be that person anymore."

He wondered what she meant. Now that he was thinking about it, there was a lot he didn't know about Juliet. Or her friends, for that matter. The only information he had were the brief explanations they'd given him about their ship crashing here. But that wasn't nearly enough. He had no idea what kind of woman Juliet had been before arriving here, though he was starting to think there was a lot more to her than what he saw on the surface.

"Horace?" she repeated. "What's the matter?"

He tried to focus back on their conversation. "It's Jim," he said, knowing Juliet wouldn't need to hear anything else. He nodded grimly to himself as her mouth dropped open and she stood up straighter.

"Then what are we standing around here for?" she demanded, already runing to the van. "Let's go."

Jin was really starting to worry about James. He had started tossing and turning violently in his sleep and now he was complaining about the cold.

"Can you not drive any faster Radzinsky?" he asked frantically, searching the van to see if there was a blanket anywhere.

Stuart rolled his eyes. "This is as fast as I can go without hitting a tree," he retorted. "LaFleur will be fine until we get there."

Suddenly James moaned in pain. A tremor ran through his body and he curled up tightly. Jin was worried by how flushed his face was. He moaned again and the sound of agony filled the vehicle.

"What's the matter, James? Is there anything I can do?" But the blonde man remained unconscious, not able to answer.

Though as they continued driving down the road, with bumps so frequent that the van and its riders were constantly being jostled around, James slowly sat up and stared at his surroundings. His eyes were bright with fever but he seemed completely alert. In fact, he was even looking at Jin with a spark of recognition.

"What is goin' on here?" he demanded, somewhat woozily. Jin could only gape at him in shock. Was he already getting better? Maybe he'd just been in the sun too long, he thought to himself. Or it was something he ate.

"How are you feeling, LaFleur?" Jin asked. After taking a moment to understand what Jin had said, an expression of confusion appeared on James' face.

"LaFleur? What the hell is that supposed ta' mean? Some kinda code word?" When Jin didn't reply, he slowly turned to Sayid, swaying slightly as he did so. Jin immediately knew this could not end well. Clearly James was experiencing some sort of delusion but Jin didn't know how to stop it.

"Did we get captured by the damn Others again?" James asked Sayid, trying to sound loud and angry but instead his voice came out fuzzy and barely audible. The Iraqi man remained silent, not giving himself away though quiet understanding filled his eyes.

"Come on Sayid," James continued, his words slurring slightly as the room spun around in a slow circle. "Are ya' gonna play the silent treatment with me now?"

Radzinsky, who had been oblivious to the conversation until now, was suddenly paying full attention. "Did he just call that Hostile 'Sayid'?" he asked Jin suspiciously. The Korean man was not sure how to reply so he said nothing, which only angered Radzinsky more. "Do you know something about this, Kwon?" he shouted. "Is LaFleur working with the Hostiles. Are you?"

Jin frowned but ignored him. Right now James was his only concern.

"Jin, you'd better tell me what the hell happened before I have ta' start callin' for Ben or Zeke," James continued to rant, slurring the more he spoke. He didn't appear to realize that they were in a moving vehicle which was currently speeding through a jungle.

"Who are the Others?" Radzinsky wondered aloud but once again Jin stayed mute. "Answer me dammit!"

Jin jumped in surprise at his outburst. "James is hallucinating, don't pay attention to him. Please just focus on driving," he requested. Radzinsky snorted but did not continue his questioning for the moment.

James however, was not backing down. "God dammit, someone better tell me where the hell we are before I have ta' force it from ya'." He was really angry now, Jin knew he always swore a lot more when he was upset.

"Please James, calm down," he said soothingly but that only caused the unwell man to glare at him.

"Who the hell do ya' think ya' are, callin' me James? Where'd ya' even hear that name?" he shouted, his voice raspy.

Jin didn't understand. "James is your name. Would you rather I call you Sawyer?"

Radzinsky chuckled at that. "Sawyer huh? Why are you playing along with him, Jin?"

"Sawyer's my name, Jin-Bo, 'n don'tcha wear it out," James responded, oblivious to Radzinsky's words. He then glanced at Sayid again. "'N how did they manage ta' capture Our Own Genuine Iraqi?" he asked in dismay. "Hell, all we need is The Good ol' Doc 'n then it'll be a real party." James thought about that for a moment, his thoughts moving sluggishly. "Nah, we can have a good time without Jackass. Besides, he already beat me at poker this mornin', don't need ta' be reminded o' that."

By this point Radzinsky was nearly bursting with questions, but he wasn't about to interrupt LaFleur's delirious exclamations. This was the most excitement he'd had all week.

"So what Island did they bring us to this time?" he continued slowly. Jin could see each sentence was taking more and more effort for him to say. "Hydra Island or our own Home Sweet Home Craphole Island?"

This caught Radzinsky's attention too. "Why is he talking about Hydra Island in front of the Hostile?! You'd better shut him up Kwon before he spills any more of our secrets." Maybe this is all part of the Hostiles' plan. He drugged LaFleur when we weren't looking, hoping he knew a lot of highly classified information. And now he's going to find out everything! But Radzinsky kept his suspicions to himself for the moment. The last thing he wanted to do was give the Hostile any indication that his plan had been discovered.

"Where's Kate?" James asked, bringing Radzinsky's attention back to him. "Son of a bitch, don't tell me she's in that god damn underwater shark tank?!"

"Okay, how the hell does he even know about that tank?" Radzinsky mumbled to himself. James had never been to the smaller island and the tank didn't show up on the security cameras here. A sudden commotion in the back of the van made Radzinsky grip the wheel tighter.

James was now trying to stand up, weaving all over the place, as Jin was trying to sit him back down. "What do ya' think you're doin' Mr. Miyagi?" James demanded, trying to shake off the feeling of dizziness.

"Sawyer, sit down. Kate isn't here right now and there is nothing you can do until you get some rest," Jin pleaded. James froze and stared at the Korean man, his eyes wide. Then his legs gave out and he slumped back in his seat.

"When did yer English get so good, Chewie? Ya' been takin' some lessons from Hurley, 'cause I already taught ya' everythin' ya' need ta' know. Or maybe Madame Butterfly's been doin' some teachin'. Hell, she is havin' your kid, after all."

Radzinsky burst out laughing. This conversation was getting ridiculous. LaFleur probably has no idea what he's talking about, Radzinsky reasoned with himself. Now he just wanted to play along and tease Jin. "Kwon, you got a secret lover we don't know about? Well it looks like someone's found out. And she's pregnant too? That's against the rules unless our leader gives permission. Oh I can't wait until Horace finds out about this..." he trailed off when he saw the murderous expression Jin was wearing.

"Just shut up Radzinsky!" he shouted furiously. And for once, Radzinsky did. What the hell was that all about? he wondered.

Jin glared at him for another moment before focusing back on James. "Sawyer, you have to listen to me," he begged. If James continued to talk he might start saying things about the future. And Jin didn't know how to explain that away. "There are no Others. We are driving back to the barracks right now. You're sick but we have not been captured by anyone."

James looked at Jin blankly, his eyes feverish and cloudy. Jin could see him struggling to comprehend what he'd just said but he couldn't wrap his mind around it.

"What the hell are ya' talkin' 'bout, Jin? If we ain't with the Others...then why is Sayid here?" he paused, struggling to continue talking. "I don't got time for this. We need ta' find Kate 'n...maybe the Doc... While we're here we could...find that son of a bitch Ben 'n...bring him back with us..." He groaned softly once more and then his eyes closed. His breathing grew ragged, as if every movement caused him great pain and shivers began to move up and down his frame.

"Are we there yet?" Jin demanded as he rubbed James' arms, trying to warm him up. But the blonde man protested, shifting away from the contact.

"Yeah, here we are," Radzinsky said, pulling up in front of the infirmary. He could see Horace's van already parked off to the side. "Come on, get him out of here," he shouted, unnerved by the nauseas expression on James' face.

Jin yanked open the side door and got out as fast as he could. Grabbing James by the arms, he pulled him to the ground as Sayid held his feet. As soon as James was standing, leaning against Jin while Sayid stepped out of the van, he bent forward and threw up all over the grass in front of him, nearly hitting Sayid in the process.

Radzinsky, who had gone inside to find Juliet and Horace, came back out with the two of them following closely behind. Juliet took one look at James crouching beside Jin, who was fighting to keep them both on their feet, and she ran forward.

"Oh my god. Someone get me a stretcher," she ordered, draping one of James' arms over her own shoulder. She and Jin supported him until Horace wheeled the Infirmary's only stretcher out onto the grass. He and Jin lifted James onto it, then they began pushing him back inside.

Juliet reached for James' hand, worried by how warm he felt. When their skin touched, he gasped in pain and opened his eyes. Juliet held him tightly as she stroked his forehead.

"Hold on, James. It's going to be okay. We're going to get you inside and then I'll figure out what's wrong," she promised fiercely, not letting go of his hand.

But he wrenched it out of her grasp with startling force. He tried to sit up, nearly tipping the stretcher over in the process. Juliet pushed him back down, thankful that he was weak enough to allow her to. Then James growled and shoved her away from him. Juliet stumbled backwards, trying to ignore the rush of hurt that filled her. What was James doing?

Horace stopped walking, bringing the stretcher to a halt. He gazed at Juliet as she blinked back tears. "What was that about?" he wondered aloud. Juliet shook her head, not trusting herself to speak.

James answered the question for them. "Get that tasering bitch away from me," he shouted loudly. Juliet inhaled deeply, surprised by the hatred dripping from his words. But she knew what he was talking about. The day she had zapped him, back on Hydra Island when she'd been working for Ben. They both knew she wasn't that same person anymore, she had proved that three years ago when she'd chosen to stay on the Island with James, so why was he bringing it up now?

Someone was trying to talk to her, but she couldn't hear them through the ringing in her ears. Was this how James truly felt about her? And these past three years had been nothing but a lie, every word and every touch? Juliet couldn't handle that kind of betrayal. Not again.

Suddenly a very familiar voice broke through her haze of sorrow. "He's hallucinating," came a nearby shout. Juliet whipped her head back and forth, trying to see where it had come from. Then she saw Jack running towards her. He was carrying something in his arms and as he came closer, Juliet realized it was Kate.

"What happened?" she demanded when he stopped next to her. The younger woman was shivering violently, even though she was wrapped in a blanket. Jack was holding her tightly to his chest, trying to share his own body heat.

"I don't know. But Kate acting the same way earlier," he said, indicating James who was now sitting up on the stretcher, shaking nearly as much as Kate.

"We need to get them both inside," Juliet suggested and Jack nodded in agreement. But when they turned back to the Infirmary, everyone was staring at the two of them with their mouths open.

Sayid and Jin were shaking their heads at how oblivious Juliet and Jack had been until that moment. They'd been lost in their own conversation, completely forgetting about everyone else. Horace and Radzinsky, on the other hand, were speechless. Who was this stranger that appeared out of nowhere and seemed perfectly comfortable around Juliet? How did she know him?

Radzinsky was the first to speak, seeing his opportunity to finally prove that Juliet and James were spies sent by the Hostiles.

"Okay, somebody better tell me what the hell is going on here."

What delusion should Kate have when she wakes up and sees Jack?

a) The airport scene where Kate accuses Jack of abandoning Aaron.

b) Kate tells Jack the story he told her when they first met (the walkie scene from Not in Portland).

c) "I have always been with you" in The Little Prince episode.

d) Any other ideas?

Up next: Jack and Kate have a lucid (on his part) discussion. And Juliet has some explaining to do! :)