Author's Note:

Oh my god! This is it! Thank you guys so much! I have had a lot of fun writing this and I hope you all have had fun reading it! Thank you especially to those who've reviewed Starpossum (thanks for the idea!), stealingseamonkeys (glad to hear my comments helped! I will get more to you as soon as possible.), Mikol, Sphinx Jinx (thanks for the tip!), Queenofinsanity, Little Miss Sparrow (glad you're enjoying it!), and LOTR1066 (Thanks for the ideas!). Well here's the last chapter.

Chapter #16:

The nurse was a little worried about me. Not just because the first words out of my mouth were curses aimed at a man who was dead. Apparently I'd been tossing and turning in my sleep for a while and they were all a little concerned. As they should be, that Philo Farnsworth was torturing me!

So I tried to explain the whole thing to them. I started from dropping the television and went all the way up to the present moment.

That's when they called a psychoanalyst to come and talk to me.

Faced with that kind of disbelief I wisely decided to stop trying to convince people. So far it hadn't been working.

I was glad to leave the hospital that afternoon. Not only because all of the nurses were convinced I was loony and speaking to me as if any little thing would set me off. I was sick of laying around in a hospital bed all day.

Thankfully when I got into my new room the broken remains of my television set had been cleared away. I didn't think that I would have been able to handle it if the pieces had still been there.

Going to sleep was the last thing I wanted to do, however, when I stretched out with a magazine I quickly slipped into a deep sleep. Apparently my body enjoyed weird dreams, even if I didn't.

In my dream I was back on the island with Jack and Elizabeth. Except we weren't alone. There were about forty plane crash survivors there as well.

They welcomed us to the island. Boone and Sawyer were just about to come over and talk to me when something terrible happened to me.

Philo Farnsworth appeared in front of me.

"Nooooooooo!" I screamed as everyone else disappeared.

"Sorry to interrupt your fangirl dreams," he said, not looking very sorry at all, "but it's time for your next movie."

"Oh joy," I sighed.

"I knew you'd be pleased," he smiled.

"I hate you."

"I know."

"I have a question. How come in Princess Bride I knew how to fight and sail and in Pirates of the Caribbean I couldn't do anything?"

"It's simple," he answered, "in Pirates of the Caribbean you were just a maid. In Princess Bride you were a sailor who could fight. You'll be able to fight this time to."

"Where am I going?"

"You're going to Troy. As a soldier."

"Oh my god," I gasped feeling my knees go weak, "you have to be kidding."

"One," he answered, "I never kid, and two, it's Zeus or another god there. There's more then one." I looked down and saw that I was wearing the uniform of a soldier. "You've gotten through the last two movies too easily. Living through the movie is supposed to be a challenge."

"I don't think women were soldiers in ancient Greece."

"They weren't but this is a dream so anything can happen."

Author's Note:

Thank you again for reading! I hope that you like Troy! A special thanks to enigmagirl2727 for all of the ideas she's given me, (including the Lost thing). Anyway I hope you've all enjoyed the story!