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Chapter Title: Revenge


Jack had all but given up hope on being rescued; he knew the chances were slim after the amount of time they'd been missing. The search for survivors would probably have been called off after a week of finding nothing, no matter what everyone else believed. Most of the other survivors still waited on the beach hoping that someone would rescue them. Even if they were somehow still searching, Jack had faced the fact that they would not be found. He'd been told by Kate that the plane had been miles off course. So even if by some miracle there was someone still looking they would be looking in the wrong place.

Having been a pilot during the beginning of his Air Force Career Jack knew how search and rescue operations were carried out, having performed several himself over the years.

No one was coming for them and the sooner everyone realized that the sooner they could get on with living the remainder of their lives on the desolate island.

They'd now been on the horrid little island several weeks and Jack had built a small but sturdy shelter at the edge of the beach. He'd gone off with Locke on several hunting trips so he could collect some small logs and vines to build a small hut. He'd found sufficient timber and vines to construct his makeshift home and it had taken him nearly a week of solid work to build the small shelter, which was little more than a one room hut with a couple of large palm tree leaves bound together to form the door. The roof was designed in a similar fashion.

He's also collected soft grasses and leaves to form a padded floor on which he could sleep. Locke had helped him build the little hut and in exchange Jack had helped Locke hunt each day for food.

Jack still hadn't spoken to many people outside the usual polite conversation required. There were only two people on the island he did not get along with and that was Sawyer, who just generally bugged him, and Sayid who he wished was dead. Mostly Jack had spent his time on the island watching everything going on around him, observing the daily rituals of the others. Hoping to gain some insight into their lives, Jack felt that if he kept track of them, he could learn how they'd react to certain situations. He knew it was the military training in him surfacing but that training had saved his life on numerous occasions and he wouldn't just turn his back on it now.

Jack had a run in with Sayid after the Iraqi had taken it upon himself to torture Sawyer. Jack had tried to prevent the Bastard hurting him but all he'd got in return was a black eye from the Doc and him telling him to "mind your own business". As much as Jack disliked Sawyer he knew first hand what it felt like to be on the other end of Sayid's malice. He wouldn't wish it on his worst enemy.

The Doc had joined Sayid in torturing Sawyer; to be honest Jack hadn't thought he had it in him. He'd told him as much as well. Although Jack disagreed with Sawyer taking Shannon's medication, torture was not the way to go about getting it back. The only thing it did was cement someone's belief in what they were doing.

Jack had refused to stand there and watch as Sayid and the Doc tortured the man. Jack knew from experience that some people would not crack no matter how much you tortured them. Sawyer was one of them, Jack could see it in his eyes; it would take other methods to get the man to talk. So Jack had stepped in and ended up getting into a fight with Sayid. It had taken Locke and several others to pull him off the other man. Jack had allowed his emotions to control his behavior usually jack kept a tight control on his emotions. It was something he'd been forced to learn when he had been in Special Forces. If you showed no emotion the enemy had nothing to use against you. He'd learnt that in the Iraqi hell hole after seeing an eight year old girl murdered because he dared to show the girl kindness.

In the end Jack had gotten through to the Doc and made him pull Sayid off of Sawyer.

Now Jack watched Sayid walk away from the camp alone. Jack knew it was his chance to get revenge for what had happened to him all those years ago. Even though he knew murder should not be the answer, Jack had suffered far too much at Sayid's hands just to let the man live peacefully on the island with him and the other survivors.

Jack knew what he was capable of. He'd done things for his government that still gave him nightmares. He supposed in that way he and Sayid were alike. Jack had done similar things to prisoners the USA had taken, but somehow it had always been different for him to be performing those acts. He had a reason behind it. He was doing it for his country but no matter how he tried he could not forgive Sayid the same.

When he'd thought he'd never see his tormentor again he'd never paid it a second's thought but now, stuck on a dangerous island where you needed to be able trust each other in order to survive, he was at a loss as to what to do. He wanted to kill the man with all of his being but he knew Sayid might yet have knowledge that would save their lives. Pushing that thought aside Jack continued with what he set out to do and that was to kill him or at the very least make him feel some of the pain Sayid had put him through.

Using his special op's training Jack kept out of sight carefully tracking Sayid's movements through the forest. Jack didn't want to tip his hand too early so he waited, tracking him for nearly a week before he decided it was time to act.

Jack tracked him until nightfall. A couple of times Jack had thought he was going to get caught when Sayid turned to see what was following him. Jack was sure Sayid knew he was being followed; his suspicions were confirmed when Sayid once again turned around; this time calling into the brush to Jacks right "Who's there? Show yourself."

Jack kept as still as possible keeping his chest plastered to the ground and his breathing controlled lest it give away his location.

Sayid stood staring in his direction several moments more before he stepped backwards and into a trap which left him hanging unconscious from a tree. Jack Swore. This would complicate his plans further. Silently standing Jack never noticed the woman until it was too late. It wasn't long before unconsciousness claimed him also.

The first thing Jack noticed when he woke was that he was tied to a wire frame bed. Jack started looking about for Sayid; he knew the other man had to be here somewhere. Once his eyes adjusted properly to the light he noticed Sayid in a similar position on the opposite side of the room, he'd yet to wake up.

After about fifteen minutes Sayid started to regain consciousness, it wasn't until he was fully alert that they noticed the third person.

"Where is Alex?"

Jack had no idea who the woman was but he knew she meant bad news for them. "I don't know. He wasn't on the plane" Jack answered her. He knew for a fact there had been no Alex aboard the plane he'd looked over the flight manifest with Hurley.

"I do not know anyone called Alex" Sayid answered.

Looking at her Jack knew that they'd given her the wrong answer. He saw her flip a switch which electrified the bed frame's causing them unbelievable pain. Finally she flipped the switch again turning off the electricity flow.

Jack gasped for breath trying to block the pain out. He was getting too old for the torture routine. He wouldn't give her squat. He didn't know anything but that was not the point. He didn't take kindly to people torturing others in order to get what they wanted.

Jack struggled as Sayid's two goons dragged him from the interrogation room. He'd been in there nearly a month and he still had not cracked. The higher ups were looking for answers Jack could tell, the frequency of the interrogations had increased from once to twice a day. They were looking for answers and Jack was damned if he was going to give them anything.

Sayid had decided on a new technique today. The Hot Box would most definitely make the Yankee talk; they always cracked after a couple of days in there.

So now Jack was being dragged into the center of the compound where there was a metal box dug into the ground. The box was little more than a coffin with a few holes drilled in the top to allow for air to get through. Jack was forced into the box and the lid was closed. Jack could hear them put a lock on the top.

The heat was stifling, it had to be at least forty degrees in the box and it was only ten AM. Jack dreaded to think what it would be like at noon. Jack tried prying the lid open but nothing would work, all it did was make it seem more claustrophobic. In the end Jack settled back to wait and thought of Charlie his beautiful little boy who was waiting for him to come home. For Charlie he'd make sure he survived. For Charlie he'd come home again.

Jack clamped down tightly on his lip preventing himself from crying out with pain. Sayid is screaming out at the woman to stop. "Where is Alex?" she asks flipping the switch to cut the electricity.

"For god's sake we don't know" Jack yells at her trying to get through to her. Somehow he knows he won't, the interrogators never listen to their prisoners.

"Please, just listen to me! I keep telling you we don't know who Alex is! We're survivor's of a plane crash. I found a wire on the beach; I followed it. I thought it might have something to do with the transmission we picked up on the receiver. A recording, a mayday. With a French woman repeating on a loop for sixteen years." Sayid spoke trying to get through to his captor.

"Sixteen years. Has it really been that long?" the woman asks entering the room further. Jack can now see her clearly.

"That was you?" Jack asks the disbelief evident in his voice.

"You just happened to hear my distress call? I know what you are" She says, coming over she knocks first Sayid then Jack unconscious.

Jack regains consciousness to see Sayid chatting to their captor. "We'll it's nice to see your having such a wonderful time Sayid" Jack said sarcastically "But perhaps you can let us go now? We don't know what you want to know" Jack continues falling back on the age old method of sarcasm. It had always worked before. It usually pissed them off causing them to slip up.

"Tell me where Alex is Jack," she demands, her voice not quite as harsh as it was before.

"I don't know any damned Alex. How do you know my name?" Jack snaps at the strange French woman.

"You are wearing Dog Tags, they have your name on them" She replies gesturing the dog tags that are hanging exposed from his torn shirt.

Jack listened while Sayid talked to the French woman. Maybe he could figure out a way to escape while Sayid was talking to her.

"There was... I did something. Something I'm ashamed of." Sayid said looking away from Rousseau.

"And Nadia. You left her too?" Rousseau asked him

"She wasn't on the plane. She's dead. Because of me." Sayid said nearly jumping when Rousseau leant over and caressed the side of his face. Jack just looked on with disgust. Though at least while Sayid was talking to her she was not torturing them.

"I'm so sorry." She says staring at Sayid a moment "I want to show you something." Returning to them she injects Sayid with a needle before aproaching Jack.

"God damn it woman. We don't know anything" Jack snaps at her. Rousseau just smiles at him before striking him across the temple causing him to sink into unconciousness.

When he regained conciousness he saw Sayid above him working at releasing his bonds. Sayid noticing he was awake spoke "We should call a truce. I am not proud of my past but we will need to work together to get away from here"

"Go to hell. I would have killed you when I escaped but you were away from the Prison Camp" Jack spat at him.

"I know. But we will not get far if we do not work together."

Jack knew he was telling the truth so he grudgingly agreed. Jack also knew it was not the last time Sayid would hear from him. He'd catch up to him eventually.

Finis