Getting Them Back

Taylor sat, alone, starring into the fire. She had just gone through another 'Danielle situation', as she referred to them.

"Noah! Stop!" Mia yelled from the crowd of people. There were quite a few people watching the fight but doing nothing about it.

"Hey, stay out of this okay!" Noah yelled back to her. He took another swing at Will and missed but he quickly came back and got in a good blow to the stomach.

Will doubled over and took a deep breath. He had had the wind knocked out of him. All of the wind.

Noah came around and kicked him in the face knocking him over all the way. He was about to kick Will again when a voice stopped him.

"Come on!" Will yelled at him. He stood up and wiped off his face. "Is that all you got?" Noah went to tackle him.

"Hey! Hey, hey, hey!" Christy materialized from no where and pulled Noah off Will. She was soon joined by Taylor. She stood in between the two fighting men.

"Now boys, you wouldn't hit me would you?" They looked at each other from where they stood and looked away from Taylor.

"Taylor just let us go. This is something we need to settle." Will said seriously.

"Yeah, well, I don't think I few broken ribs and a bloody nose is going to fix things." She gave both of them stern looks. "Get back to the caves."

She waited until things settled down before she made her way to the path but someone stopped her.

It was a woman with ashy colored hair and wrinkles were setting into her naturally pretty face. She had dark eyes that seemed distant for some reason not known to Taylor. She wore ratty old cloths that couldn't have been washed in weeks judging by the looks…and the smell.

"Excuse me." Taylor said startled by the intrusion.

"So you're her." She said mystically.

Taylor looked around wondering if she was talking about someone else. When she realized she was the only one there she became confused. "What?" She asked hoping to get answers.

"You're the girl they've been talking about."

"Who's been talking about me?"

"The others. They said you would be the one to come." A smile began to grow on the woman's face.

Beginning to feel somewhat frightened by the whole thing, Taylor thought the woman might be delusional. "What is you name?"

"My name is not what matters. You are the one." That hit Taylor. You are the one; she had heard that before. From Danielle.

Taylor turned her head away for a second to see if anyone else was around to see or hear this. She wanted to make sure she was crazy. When she refocused her attention to the woman in front of her, she was gone.

Taylor thought about it a moment longer then decided it was just her mind playing tricks on her. She was anxious about the baby, Aaron was off in the jungle somewhere, and she was just plain over-worked.

"A good night's sleep will do me good." She told herself as she started drifting off.

000

Taylor felt a hand on her shoulder. It was enough to wake her up, but she decided to ignore it. Who ever it was would hopefully get the idea and go away.

After a moment of not responding the hand shook her slightly and someone whispered, "Taylor?" They weren't leaving unfortunately. She squinted her eyes and rolled over to see who it was. It was Stanley.

She glanced at the clock she had at her side. She groaned at the fact it was 2:36 in the morning. "What do you want Stanley." Comprehending how insensitive that sounded she followed it with a little less harsh of a statement. "This is the seconded night in a row you've woken me up. Is there something you need?" She sat up with some difficulty. Propped up on her hands she waited for a reply.

"I don't need something. But I think there's something down at the beach that you need to see." He smiled and got up to leave.

"What on earth was that about?" And even though she didn't want to she forced herself out of bed to get some much-needed closure.

000

Still half-asleep, Taylor was getting close to the beach. She could hear voices and she could see the light of the fires they had going. One voice stuck out more than others but she couldn't put a finger on it.

She became more alert when she hit the sand. She looked around in awe. There were people everywhere. She knew the people. She crossed her arms and smirked to herself. "They came back." She whispered.

There was a boat being unloaded with things that she had never seen before. Plants that were foreign to the island, gadgets that looked like things her dad had described to her. Speaking of which, Jack was the one directing everything. Taylor smiled and slowly made her way down to him.

"You know what pain it was to get up in the middle of the night, crawl out of bed, and walk all the way down here?" Jack looked up and saw his daughter. She was a sight for sore eyes. Her blonde locks hung on her shoulders and her favorite navy zip up jacket was slung over her, the sleeves pushed halfway up her arms, which rested on her round stomach. They hadn't missed anything it looked like.

Jack dropped his clip bored and embraced her. He hugged her as tight as he could. "Dad? Not so tight. I'm still pregnant incase you hadn't noticed." He released her with a smile and backed her up to get the whole picture of her.

"My god look at you." He said astonished. "You're even bigger than when we left."

Taylor made a face at him and nodded her head. "Ha, ha pop. Very funny."

"So when are you due?" He could remember what she had told him so many months ago.

"Three days ago." She said hesitantly. She smiled.

"Are you going to start charging storage?" Jack asked her lightheartedly. She just giggled.

"So what is all of this stuff?" Taylor said diverting her attention to the boat.

"Well, it's all of the stuff I thought we'd need." He took her hand and pulled her around so she could see the things they had unloaded. "We've got plants that can be used as food or medicine. We've got other medical whatnots. And food. We've got food." He walked around the pile to see if he'd forgotten anything. He patted a cooler that had ice in it. He looked up at Taylor who was just standing there; hand rested on her large middle shaking her head. "Monkey, what is it?"

"This." She answered. "It's amazing." Jack could see the glitter of tears in her eyes. "Getting you back, and all of this…this stuff. We've been scrambling at the caves to make ends meet. We're out of everything and this just…more than I could have ever hoped for." Jack smiled.

Taylor walked over to her father and flung her arms around him. She gently hugged her back. No it wasn't even a hug; they were just holding each other. "I missed you pop." She told him.

"I missed you too Monkey."

Taylor couldn't believe they were back. Everyone: Jack, Casey, Charlie, Claire, Sayid, Shannon, Sawyer and Tina…everyone. She didn't want to let go of her father. If she couldn't feel him she'd swear she was dreaming. But she wasn't. He was there. He was back. They were all back.

She let go of him and he just rested an arm around her shoulders. They walked back to the boat like that.

"So monkey? Where's Aaron?" Jack asked.

Taylor laughed. "That's a long story."

"I'm not going anywhere." She smiled. That was a good thing.