Dragon Blade5 – NO WAY! This is not the end by a long shot! We still have at least four chapters to go. I haven't decided whether or not to add a little more.

DirrtyXtina87 – I'm going to have to throw a few twists in there if you know what's going to happen every time I throw you a cliff! I'm glad you love it!

Someone New

Jack sat next to the finally sleeping Jane. She looked very calm, peaceful almost. She and Jack had made it back to the caves with each other's help and she had calmed down some. Her tears still stained her cheeks but they no longer fell freely. It was a lot for her to deal with. It was her worst nightmare come true and Jack was surprised how well she handled it.

Jack pushed her hair away from her face. He had overwhelming feelings for this particular woman and he knew he was truly in love. He had thought he was in love with Kate for a time but decided that his feelings for her ran no deeper than 'good friend'. Besides he caught her kissing Sawyer; another clue as to whether or not they would make it as a couple.

Jane stirred and her eyes fluttered open, adjusted to the light and then focused on Jack. "Hi," she said with a small smile.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to wake you." Jack suddenly felt guilty for depriving her of sleep she so desperately needed.

"No, no. You didn't wake me. It's no problem."

"So, how are you feeling?" He asked sincerely.

"Stupid," Jane answered honestly. "Why did I think that I could just walk up to him and end it all without him throwing a fit?" Jack laughed.

"I was talking about the baby." He smiled genuinely.

"Oh." A hint of blush slipped into her cheeks. "Well, I guess we're okay. I mean nothings happened since we got back so…" she trailed off.

"That's a good thing. You had me worried." Jack confessed.

"You were worried?" Jane looked at him from where she lay. She couldn't see him all that well so she decided to turn onto her side.

"Ow," she winced when she tried to move.

Jack began to panic. "What is it?" He asked as calm as possible.

"My back hurts really badly." Jack collected a sigh of relief. He was worried it was the baby. Jack helped her sit up.

"Well, he hit you against the tree pretty hard. You're probably going to be sore for a few days."

"You saw that?" Jane was almost embarrassed.

"I saw a bit more than that. But to answer your question…yeah, I did see it." Jack scooted closer to Jane.

"Look at what he turned me into. Look what I've become." Jane said after a minute of silence.

"What do you mean?" Jack looked at her strangely.

"I mean…look at the person I've become. I was never this pathetic before I met David. It was like I became someone completely different around him." She looked at Jack who seemed a little puzzled by what she was talking about. "Jack, I'm a strong individual. I've never relied on anybody before I met him. When I first got here did I seem this…dependent to you?"

"No." Jack answered truthfully. "You were flirty and proud and dare I say somewhat arrogant." Jane was waiting for the last one.

"I've always been sarcastic." She smiled proudly. Then her smile faded. "You know you watch all of the movies when you're younger. The ones about the women caught in life or death situations with their husbands. And you see the news reports and you tell yourself, 'I'll never be like that. If I'm ever in a situation like that I'll get help'. It wasn't until I was in one of those life or death situations that I realized getting help isn't all that easy." Tears stung her eyes. "It was if I was being controlled by him. Like I was…someone new."

000

Jack had 'discharged' Jane from the caves earlier that morning and she was now on the beach enjoying a particularly beautiful day. Her back still hurt her even two days after her attack so she was sitting propped up against a tree partly shaded by its large branches. She lazily closed her eyes as the sun hit her feet only and that was warming her up causing her to become drowsy.

She was just on the edge of conciseness when a voice called her to attention. Jane opened her eyes to Claire. Her hair was down and the sun was absolutely radiating off of her blonde locks. Her son Aaron was lying in her arms.

"Hi Claire." Jane called back. She had only spoken with Claire a few times and not even for that long.

"I saw you here and thought you might like some company." Claire smiled a small smile.

Jane nodded. "Sure, I'd love some." Claire sat down softly next to her careful not to wake up her son. Jane couldn't help but strain to see the sleeping child.

"He's so perfect Claire." Jane complimented.

"Thanks. He's a handful though." Claire looked at her oddly. "How far along are you anyway?"

"I'm on the verge of seven months. So, I've still got a ways to go."

The two aussie women talked for sometime more before Claire excused herself and went on her way. Jane waved goodbye and suddenly loneliness swept over her.

000

Jane was so bored after talking with Claire that she moved to her desolate place where she used to sit with Locke. She sat down and stared out into the sunset like she had so many times before. A heavy sigh accompanied her lonely feeling. She turned her head to see what the others were doing farther up the beach now that the sun was going down. Her eyes met Locke. She hadn't even seen or heard him sit down. He just appeared there, next to her.

"Hi," he smiled.

"Hi," she smiled back.

"It's been a long time since I've talked to you last."

"Yeah, I know." She laid an instinctive hand on her belly. Locke watched her do this.

"How far along are you again?" He asked with polite disposition.

"On the verge of seven months." That was the second time that day she had answered the same question with the same remark.

Locke rubbed his head and whistled. "Last time I asked you that you were only five months. It has been along time!"

Jane laughed at the old man. "It's only been two months."

"ONLY!" Locke seemed dumbfounded. "Only two months. That's two months that we have catching up to do for. I didn't talk to you once in two months." Jane shook her head in disbelief. Her friend was worried about two month's worth of conversation.

So, she and Locke took off in conversation as if nothing was different. As if it was one of the first nights Jane was on the island. And Jane felt good. The loneliness that seemed to cut through her was now gone because she had the company of a huntsman who was well of the retiring age. 'Oh how people change,' she thought.

000

Jane lay in the shelter she built with her own two hands, with Locke's help of coarse. She stared up at the thatched roof and smiled. It was the second night she had slept in it without having to worry about David's reaction. She liked it.

Today was the first day she felt free since she met David practically. She was free to talk to anyone she wanted and to do what she wanted. Even though she was lonely for a while she knew she would get used to her own company. It was something she was going to have to grow out of sooner or later; being dependent. Soon Jane drifted into a fitful night sleep.

Jane was sitting on the beach with Locke. They were talking as usual. She turned to look at something while there was a lull in the conversation. Behind her was Jack holding an infant in his arms.

Jane put a hand on her stomach, it was now instinct. But her hand met nothing but air. She looked down to see her small figure had returned. She had obviously already given birth. She looked back at Jack and her gestured for her to come over.

Locke waved goodbye as she got up and she ran to the doctor. She peered into the ball of duck blanket he was holding to see a small child. The baby was chubby and healthy looking. She smiled at the thought of a healthy baby.

Jack suddenly handed it to her, and that's when she realized it was hers. She held her baby close and bent down to kiss its forehead. She could feel Jack's hand on her back and she looked up to acknowledge him. He was smiling from ear to ear. He kissed her softly as a form of affection. She was finally happy.

A/N: Did anyone catch the duck blanket thing? From an early chapter when Jane and Jack were sorting clothes Jack had put a duck blanket into the 'sensible' pile. I just remembered that as I was typing. I thought it was sweet if I do say so myself. Well, REVIEW. And I mean that as pleadingly as possible :) And I'm sorry for any typo's. I typed fast and edited fast. Forgive me please!