A/N: Because I thought the idea of the other people on the flight was interesting. For your reading pleasure, I have for you a few one-shots about other people that were on flight 815. They are all original or semi-original characters, though there are no Mary Janes. That's right, you won't find 'so and so was Sawyer's lover.' Now, if these characters died or if they are somewhere on the island, while I guess it's really what you think.

Also, I'm going with a guess and saying the plane crashed six hours after take off.

Not So Strong and Not Free

Freedom is never voluntarily given by the oppressor; it must be demanded by the oppressed.-Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

Four Hours Until the Crash

Anna had always been strong, but she wasn't free. Freedom was something she still had yet to demand, strength was something she had been born with. When she had been very little, Anna had gained the attention of the most popular boy in her junior high school. For her troubles, she had been mocked and tortured by the boy's 'fan club'. But, Anna had not cried, she had simply spit at their feet and limped home. The next week her father had made her change schools. He had asked her why she had been strong enough to stand up to the bullies, but not free enough to fight back. Anna's answer had been simple: "I just don't have it yet, Dad."

During her sophomore year at college, Anna had gone to her Dad and asked him for money. She was majoring in something he didn't approve of and she was going to a school he didn't like. So, it was really no surprise when he told her he'd make her a deal: he'd pay for her next two or even three years of college if she move closer to home and if she changed her major to one he liked. Despite everything that her friends and own mind told her, Anna agreed and switched schools the next semester. She wasn't free of her father's will. Anna knew she was strong enough to make it on her own, but not free enough to be alone.

Now at twenty-five, Anna was still strong and yet still not free. She could not seem to demand her freedom from her father and her own way of thinking. Even when she'd chosen her job. It was her job that had brought her to Australia. The specifics were not important, but the fact that she had done the job with flying colors would be important to her boss.

"Pardon," Anna reached out and gently touched a passing steward's arm. The steward glanced at Anna and smiled charmingly. "I was wondering if I could get some kind of drink. You understand, a scotch or hell even a juice. I am just thirstier then a dog in the desert." It was then that she decided her southern belle accent was rather annoying. The next person she spoke to, well it would be in a new and exciting accent. "Thank you so much, sweetness."

Anna waited until the steward had left her before she took her seatbelt off and got out of her seat. She made her way to a restroom and went inside it. She stared at herself in the mirror for a moment before she took her wig off and let her natural strawberry hair flow over her shoulders. Anna ran a hand through her hair and smiled at herself. In just a few more hours she'd be paid a little over three million for a job well done.

Anna took her jacket off and removed her federal ID from the waist of her jeans. Finally, she removed her gun from its holder. You are a master at this job. she thought to herself. The only problem with her job had been what she had done in Australia. Then again, a job was a job. And you feel badly? No, no, you're…the fed that's on the plane. Anna shook her head and sat down on the toilet, she needed time to think. It wasn't like the fed was going to ask to see her ID and even if he did, there was no way he could tell it was a fake. No one at the airport had seen it as a fake.

She took a deep breath before standing and putting the brunette wig back on. Taking a moment, she waited before putting the gun and ID back on. As far as the airline knew, she was going to escort a dangerous murder back to Australia. Yeah, that wasn't all that true. In fact, it wasn't true at all.

Anna left the rest room and went back to her seat. A moment later the steward returned and gave her a juice, she thanked him kindly and began to slowly drink. As she drink, she looked back on the last week and on everything she had done. While she had made six million, with another three million to be collected shortly, she had also-maybe- damned her soul. Looking around, she noticed some children on the plane. It was then that she remembered there had also been a rather pregnant woman at the airport. Well, you are responsible for the deaths of two innocent people. But on the plus side, you'll make nine million in one week. Anna laughed to herself. Oh, you so deserve to be damned for the rest of time. Whatever you've got coming you deserve.