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Jack held the penlight in one hand, and rummaged through a bloodstained bag with the other. He was squatting awkwardly in the carnage of the fuselage of the plane, searching for medicine. Its dark and hot and reeks of blood, sweat, fear and death. There's a noise from by the entrance and he shines the penlight down through the wreckage, but there is no one there. The sound repeats and Jack stands frowning.
"Just me doc." Comes the gravelly southern twinged voice of Sawyer, who is waving a flashlight at the wreckage.
"What are you doing in here?" Jack snaps, annoyed that Sawyer made him jump.
"Trick or treat, same as you." Sawyer drawls, bending to grab a bag and rummage through it. He pulls something out and transfers it to backpack that dangles from his left arm.
"You're looting." Jack snaps flatly.
"Aww you say potato.." Sawyer grins.
"What's in the bag?" Jack asks aiming his penlight at the backpack in question.
"Booze, smokes, couple of playboys. What's in yours?" Sawyer asks playfully.
Jack is cut off by the sound of a gunshot and shattering glass. He whirls and finds himself facing a blonde woman. She smiles at him, and he find himself smiling back. The sound repeats, and Jack can feel the warm blood that sprays across his chest and face.
"Your shirt?" The woman says, confusion in her voice, and then she falls, but vanishes before she hits the floor.
"What the hell?" Sawyer demands, stomping forwards to stand next to Jack.
"Where'd she go?" Jack asks, rubbing at his face, smearing blood across his hands.
"You bleeding?" Sawyer asks, grabbing Jacks chin with his free hand. "You got blood all over your face."
"Its hers. I think. She had a wound in her chest." Jack says slowly. "What the hell was that?" Sound roars through the plane, someone sobbing, weeping and begging. The noises die again.
"This is a little freaky." Sawyer drawls. "I vote for getting the hell out of here." He turns to leave and stops. The blonde is standing there, in his way, staring at him. "Who are you? What are you?" Sawyer demands.
"She didn't want me to be alone." The woman says softly, tears running down her face. "So I'm here for them." She waves her hand at the carnage around them. "There's no dignity in death. Don't fight over what they leave behind."
"Who are you?" Jack asks, reaching out towards her. "Where did you come from, how did you get here."
"Tara?" This voice comes from the back of the plane, where daylight is barely visible. "Tara?" Jack can barely make out Dawn, climbing towards them, her face twisted with pain and love and determination. "Tara!" The woman turns, and Jack can hear her sobbing.
"You stayed with me." Tara said, her voice strangely even. "I'm always here for you. And her." Dawn is crying and sobbing as she gets closer. Dawn throws her arms open and lunges the last few feet, only to fall to her knees when the woman disappears.
"Oh you better have an explanation for this." Sawyer growls, grabbing Dawn by the arm and pulling her to her feet.
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