The Storm

Taylor and Jack had stayed up most of the night catching up on what had happened over the last three months. They laughed and they talked of how they missed each other. People were being reunited and a lot of them 'just talked'. Long about 4:00 Jack told Taylor to get some sleep. They would catch up a different time.

Now Taylor stirred not wanting to get up but knew she had to. She propped herself up and instantaneously felt sick. She thought she was going to throw up for a second but as she sat there as still as she could it passed.

"You okay monkey?" Jack asked her. He'd observed the whole thing and it struck him as odd.

"Yeah." Taylor nodded in response. "I just feel sick this morning. It's alright though it's happened before." She stood up cautiously in hopes that the nauseating feeling wouldn't return and it didn't.

"You're sure you're okay though?" Jack asked for reassurance.

"Yes. I just feel kind of 'blah' today." She threw on agreen T-shirt over the cami she usually wore to bed. "So, what needs to be done today?" She asked cheerfully.

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The smell of salt once again filled her nostrils. One of the day's jobs had taken her to the beach. She had completed it and was now starring in the direction of the approaching storm clouds.

Walt had already stopped to warn her about it. He said that by the looks of things it wasn't good. The tide had already risen due to the rain and that the wind was picking up.

'Great!' Taylor thought to herself. 'Just what we need…a storm.' She laid her hand on her abdomen as she sick feeling came back. She covered her mouth but let a small sigh escape her lips. Her stomach was becoming sore from all the churning it was doing. "Settle down." She whispered to the child inside of her. All of it's writhing was not doing her any good.

"What are you starring at?" She had seen her father coming and tried not to look as sick as she was as not to worry him.

"The sky." She answered simply. The sick feeling was passing again so she tried to put on a concerned face for the sake of the upcoming whether.

"Looks like rain." He said.

"Yeah. And a lot of it." She looked at her father who was giving her and questioning glance. "Walt said it's going to be bad."

"Like how bad?" He asked suddenly just as worried as she was.

"Like 'we need to move everyone to higher ground' bad." She nodded to herself. "He said that the water is already rising and the storm is still miles away."

"How does he know these things?" Jack asked mainly to himself but loud enough that Taylor felt compelled to answer.

"Walt learned from the best and I trust him. Locke knew the ways and he passed those gifts on to Walt. I try not to think to hard about it."

"I think next order of business is to get people off the beach and into the caves." Taylor nodded and turned to head back into the jungle.

Jack, confused, asked her where she was going. "Monkey? Where you going?"

She turned around again and smiled slightly. "I have someone to find." The she disappeared into the foliage.

A/N: Once again…a short chapter. The next one will be really long I promise. The storm is coming! Ooh! Exciting, or at least I hope it will be. Anywho thanks for reading and REVIEW!