"You ain't Jack. The hell you do ta me?" Sawyer growled, angry at his own casual tone and lack of coordination.

"It's a muscle relaxer. You might feel a bit choppy, or numb. I gotta say-You're doing better than I thought you would. I even kinda like this gentler version of you LaFleur."
Sawyer's brow furrowed deeply and he rolled his head along the wall willing his eyes to stay open. A sudden jerking motion and muffled pained sound caught his attention from the bed.

Bill shut the door then moved to the far side of the bed flipping on the lamp on his side of the bed. Sawyer's eyes clenched as his eyes adjusted to the dim room- He thought he saw her. Juliet. Her wrists were attached to the headboard. Bill was immediately at her side and Sawyer could hear Juliet breathing hard. He had no idea what he had missed or how they'd gotten in here. The last thing he remembered was that he was about to be... stabbed. His head heavily rolled and he glanced down at himself. No blood. But... there was blood, in the hall- he'd seen it, hadn't he?

"Hey, Hey... What you doin!?" He repeated trying to get a reaction from the form on the bed as he tested his wrists that were still locked behind his back.

Sawyer thought he had frustratingly screamed her name but it instead came out as an ill sounding whisper. His limbs were heavy and he couldn't make himself move.

"Juliet?"

Juliet had jolted up then dropped back flat, heaving as she searched her surroundings- she heard James call her. He was here- in their room. He was awake. At the sound of his voice- Juliet tried to push herself back and move her body up higher against the bed frame but her arms wouldn't allow it. They were numbly hanging above her. Her hands were throbbing from choked circulation. She lightened the weight on them momentarily allowing for blood to rush through to her fingers. Juliet had a sheet covering her lower body and her right side was raised up and resting in a cold dampness. The smell of rubbing alcohol still permeated the room and the pain in her leg washed through her in piercing waves. The weight on the bed shifted and Bill climbed across it-his hands landed just above her injury against the soft space just below her hip bone. His fingers were warm against her burning flesh yet a solid chill still shot straight through her body. He pulled back the sheet and checked her leg, allowing her to look before pressing her shoulder back down. Her leg was swollen and a decent purple color had formed at the edge of the bandages that were wrapped around her thigh. Bill shifted the pillows under her leg higher and that was the moment when Juliet realized she no longer had her shoes or jeans on at all anymore. She protectively pulled her uninjured leg in close as her nostrils flared and her eyes met Bill's. From the wall she could hear James mumbling, his words weren't making sense anymore. He was getting worse. Bill pulled the sheet back up, purposely reaching over her to tuck in tightly. He dragged his body across her stomach then pulled back off of James's side before moving around to hers. He shuffled through some items in the closet as he spoke. He could feel Juliet's anger but wasn't phased.

"It was easier to just take em off while you were out instead of waiting until the swelling was worse. We'll keep the bandages clean and the island will do the rest." Bill stated unapologetic-ally. Juliet just bore her stare into him- she was still gagged and the corners of her mouth felt raw and torn from the bandanna. Her eyebrow twitched skeptically- she knew the island had no love for her anymore.

"It's almost time to go. We leave just before sunrise-because no one will be paying attention. No one noticed the van yet-so at least we won't have to walk. Someday they'll learn not to leave the keys in the visors." Bill said looking back at Juliet's with a humorous smile. Her gaze had shifted to the wall where James was. She was focusing on his listening to his haggard breathing, it had slowed quite a bit. Out of no where James's voice cut in.

"Looks like you thought of everything. Only one little problem." Sawyer slurred. Bill turned in amusement at Sawyer's attempt to communicate.

"Yeh? What's that LaFleur? The fact that you should be napping like a good boy and you aren't?" Bill smirked.

"Naw- though now that ya mention it... I am kinda sleepy." Sawyer returned sarcastically- in his best attempt to not drop to the floor and heed the Bill's words.

"Even if you do hand me o'er to yer buddy Ol' Smokey and... it don't kill all of us... She ain't yers. She ain't nobody's. Hell-she'll... kill you in yer sleep, Cowboy." Sawyer blurbed as a twinkled flashed briefly up into his dimples then faded.
"Ha! Yeh? We'll see about that. So... Which would you prefer? This is nice." Bill said to Sawyer then held out the white dress Amy had given Juliet on her first day here. Juliet averted her eyes.

"You... dun lost yer mind... Casanova." Sawyer continued- clearly trying to rattle Bill and keep himself awake. Bill ignored him and went on talking to Juliet as though they were planning a weekend vacation.

"Yeh, not really good for camping, you're right. We'll have to stay safe at The Temple until the sub comes in, then we get on it and we're home free, Jules. That is what you said you wanted right? To go home?" Bill asked as he grabbed a pair of Juliet's sleeping shorts from the shelf instead. Juliet's expression pinched as Bill looked back at Sawyer with a huff - clearly no longer concerned with him as a threat, then Bill opened the door wide and made his way back to the living room to retrieve the backpack and peek out the window. He was watching through the front curtain impatiently, eyes darting between the bedroom and the wall clock.

Once he was out of the room Juliet looked up at her bound wrists- attempting to loosen just one side by using her good leg to push herself higher. She let out a series of pained whimpers and frustrated sighs.

Sawyer grunted and tried again to push himself up as he refocused on Juliet. His legs kept bending up and thumping back to the floor, his leg muscles completely useless. Through the blurred haze where he sat- he could really only make out her form, her blonde hair. Sawyer shook his head trying to piece things together. He had no idea what had happened while he was in "la la land".

"Sonofabish." He shook his head at himself- looking up at Juliet with a terrible guilt ridden expression.

"You ok?" He whispered in a slur -once he realized they were alone.

Juliet grasped onto her bindings and pulled her body backwards and upward with a pained breath to rest her head against the headboard so she could see James leaning against the wall. When he saw her face come into focus his expression dropped. She was beyond pale and clearly hurting. She was wearing his gag. Dry tears were streaked down her cheeks. Her scoop neck T-shirt was bloodstained. Her blood. He thought. Sawyer's mind began to wake up steadily as he watched her- his heart thumping loudly once again. Adrenaline covering his face in heated sweat. A second wind filled his sails.

Sawyer looked down the hall towards Bill as he started back towards them. He stopped in the bathroom- gathering up more supplies before tossing the backpack against the hallway wall. A cupboard slammed and the sound suddenly hit Sawyer like a Mack truck. His eyes grew wide. He looked sharply back at Juliet. She froze-her expression suddenly questioning. Sawyer looked at the bedside table intently then back at Juliet. Her eyes followed his and she stared into space for a moment. James cleared his throat to get her attention back then tipped his head again towards the drawer. Thank the Gods he took the minute to load it earlier. Juliet read his face and nodded once. Her breathing shallowed as she understood his gesture. Bill returned and Sawyer slumped against the wall trying to look like he was out of it. He stared at the floor watching Bill in his peripheral vision. Juliet let out a sound of worried acknowledgement at his condition. She didn't know if it was real. Bill slid up beside to Juliet and began tucking the sheet tightly back in around her lower body. Juliet cried out through the bandanna as Bill shifted her body closer to the edge of the bed. Sawyer's voice pierced the room.

"Don't! The hell you do to her!?" Sawyer snapped demanding an answer and trying to draw Bill's gaze from Juliet as his head lolled uncontrollably forward then slammed back into the wall with a heavy thud.

Bill turned with a grin then shook his head.

"Wouldn't you like to know."

"I'm gunna kill you." Sawyer spat through clenched teeth, blinking hard as he tried to shake the feeling of nausea.

"Yeh yeh, Okay LaFleur... C'mon, time to go." Bill said as he leaned over Juliet and once again began unbinding her wrists.

Juliet stared at James over Bill's shoulder then her eyes darted back to the drawer of the bedside table. She silently questioned again-trying to make sure she was reading him right. Sawyer blinked hard and gave her a slow "affirmative" nod and started silently dragging himself along the wall to get closer. Bill untied Juliet's left hand then moved to release the other which was still dangling awkwardly from the bed. Juliet was able to push semi-upright and Bill paused, his face inches from hers- he looked back towards Sawyer and stopped. Juliet's heart dropped as saw his look change. It was that look. This was his revenge. Touching her in front of him. Bill moved in and pulled the gag from Juliet's mouth. She gasped at the release. Her lips were swollen but she didn't have time to react before Bill hooked her jaw tightly in like a caught fish and kissed her hard. Again. Juliet's free hand smacked against the headboard behind her then moved in to push at Bill's neck. She let out a sobbing cry from the pain in her leg as she tried to kick the sheet free. Bill didn't try to grab Juliet's hand from his throat, instead his fingers cupped the side of her breast roughly. That was enough for Sawyer. He roared. Suddenly invigorated- he pushed to his knees and launched himself from the wall forward into Bill's back. Bill turned and broke off of Juliet, and the two men rolled to the floor. Sawyer flipped to his back, bent his knees and donkey kicked Bill thrusting him into the closet and momentarily knocking the wind out of him. Sawyer shifted up next to the bedside table and started opening the drawer with hands still tied behind his back. He was sloppy and wobbling severely in an attempt to keep himself upright. Bill pushed up to his feet furiously and reached over, oblivious to Sawyer's true intent. He grabbed Sawyer from his kneeling position, dragging him by his elbow until he collapsed onto his side then Bill switched to his legs, spun him and started yanking him towards the door.

"You just don't know how badly I want to kill you, do you? I am crazy after all... Hell- someone would probably thank me for ending you!" Bill growled as he cranked the door into Sawyer's head. Sawyer let out a pained grunt. His face was red and he looked up and back at Juliet as he was being pulled away.

"DO it" He snarled at Bill- while actually talking to Juliet.

As soon as the men hit the floor Juliet had tried and been unable to reach the drawer. She was frantically trying with her left hand to free her right- As soon as Bill got back up she realized she didn't have time and started stretching her arm out- painfully wrenching against the bed frame, inch by inch- her fingers crept further. She bit back a scream from the feel of her her flesh tearing against her bound wrist. She heard the pained grunts of James as he was pulled across the floor and again as Bill's foot kicked into his ribs after he flung the door into James. Her bound wrist suddenly slipped free and she was flung off the side of the bed by her own force- landing heavily in front of the bed side table. The sheet was still wound around her torso and legs. Her fingers blindly reached above her into the drawer and looped through the trigger of the cold metal pistol. She swiftly pulled it out and painfully tucked her knees up to her chest, resting the dead weight of her arms on her knees as she aimed at the standing figure silhouetted in the light of the hallway. Bill was dragging Sawyer back into the hall by his feet. Bill's eyes narrowed and he froze, dropping James's legs - looking at Juliet just in time to see the barrel of the gun raise lining up with his chest from across the room. Juliet didn't think, she didn't speak, she fired.

Bill dropped to his knees glancing down at the hole in his chest. He gurgled in shock and reached towards her. Bill's head fell forward as his torso melted to the hall floor in a heap. Sawyer dropped his head to the floor and breathed. He was on his back, rolling to his side as the shot went off and Bill collapsed motionless against the wall near his feet.

The world went silent. Sawyer wasn't sure how long they sat there frozen before he looked back at her.

"You okay?" James's slurred voice asked through the muffled high pitch ringing tone in her ears. She was staring at Bill's body, watching, waiting.

"Juliet?"

Her blue eyes slowly retrained onto James - as he lay on the floor near Bill.

"He ain't movin'... It's over, Baby." He continued as he retracted his legs away from the crumpled body of their captor. He paused to make sure she didn't fire again. The look in her eyes was completely foreign to him.

Juliet's mouth twitched and she gave a tiny nod. She went into a trance, looked at the gun as though she were having a conversation with it then took her finger off the trigger, she crossed her arm over her lap to carefully set the pistol on other side of her- out of the way. Her limbs started shaking hard as she untangled her legs from the sheet and began to crawl towards James. Blood was trickling down from her torn flesh at her wrist and thigh but she felt nothing. Her body sinking to another state of shock.

Sawyer sighed in relief when she set the pistol down then grunted heavily as he pushed to his knees. He wavered and blinked hard at Juliet like he was having trouble seeing then he suddenly fell forward onto his shoulder.

"James?!" She choked out as she reached him.

Juliet's eyes grew wide in a panic as she watched James's body curl up. She rolled James over and cradled his head, checking his pupils. His eyes had rolled back and he was dry retching. She needed help. She turned him to his side in case he vomited then her eyes darted around the room and landed on the phone once again. She set James's head gently on the floor and slid backwards - grasping the phone and dropping it to the floor beside her with a jangled thump before dialing the only number she trusted.

A half asleep voice picked up the other end.

"This... better be good."

"Miles?! I... Help."

Juliet's voice was weak but she heard an instant loud movement on the other end of the line and knew he understood.

"Juliet? What's happened? You okay? We're on our way."

He didn't wait for an answer or an explanation before he hung up.