"It's been what 10 years since I last saw you?" Marie asked him.

"15 years, 5 months, and 14 days," John said with pin point accuracy.

"Okay, will someone please explain the whole wife thing cuz I'm having a little trouble with that concept," Michael broke in.

"Sure," John said.

A small boy sat in a hospital waiting room; he swung his legs which dangle off the chair out of boredom. The young boy was Locke and he was about 12 years old. His Uncle sat next to him the man was good looking with brown hair, blue eyes, and glasses. He was wearing a sweater vest and he looked worried.

John watched as his Uncle got up to go talk to the doctor. He can't understand what they are saying too each other but his Uncle was clearly upset he brought his hand up to his head and took a deep breath as he came back to talk to John. He knelt in front of him.

"John," his Uncle said sweetly, "Your parents, there's been an accident. They're dead."

Locke just stared at him in shock, unable to comprehend what has just happened. He got up and ran down the hall. His Uncle called after him, "John! Come back!"

John sat in front of his Uncle. Now, he was much older about 30. He has been married to his wife Marie for almost 5 years now. He smiled at the mere mentioning of her name.

"It was the weirdest thing," Locke said to his Uncle as he sips his cup of coffee, "It just attacked me out of no where. I thought of coming to you. When I was younger I remember you always collected those weird books about demons and the occult, things like that."

"That's in the past John. I disposed of those books shortly after your parents died."

"Are they real, everything in those books?...Answer me!"

"Yes."

"You lied."

"What?"

"You lied about my parents! They didn't die in a car crash, something one of those things killed them and you didn't tell me!"

"What was I suppose to say? It's tragic enough for a boy to lose his parents. I didn't need you scared out of your wits, thinking about all the monsters that could be lurking under your bed!"

"What was it, what kind?"

"Calm down, John and I'll tell you everything I know."

"Alright," he said, sitting down.

"Your parents and I had an interest in the occult since we were very young. Actually it was since we encountered our first demon. You are aware that your parents were high school sweethearts. Well anyway, one night the 3 of us went out and we ran into a vampire after it had just finished feeding. It was horrible but we were able to kill it and in doing so stopped it from taking anymore lives. We thought it was a worthwhile cause and we began to study demons and hunt them. We were a team. Your mother and father hunted them and I studied everything I could about them and the occult, not to mention your mother was a very accomplished witch. One day they went out on a hunt and they never came back. That was the night they were murdered. I was able to find some clues but not much and eventually for your sake I moved on. But I did manage to save a few things," his uncle said, taking box out of a hiding and placing it in front of John.

"What is this?"

"It's for you to do as you wish. The answers you seek are inside; newspaper clippings, police reports, forensic analysis, everything I could find on any demon possibly connected to the murder. It's all there."

"Thank you," John said, taking the box.

Marie was seen sitting in a nicely furnished living room. She was wearing her night gown and she wrings her hands in worry. It was very late and John still hasn't come home yet. He had gone out to hunt the demon that had killed his parents again. She was sick of it, all this stress. She didn't need it. This was not the marriage she had singed on for she thought as John opened the front door and entered. He was older since the last time we saw him.

"John, where have you been I was so worried," Marie said, walking over to him.

He has his back turned to her as he places his jacket on the coat rack, "I'm fine," he said turning to her.

"John," she said in alarm, noticing the large cut near his eye.

"I'm fine," he said, kissing her and going upstairs. Marie sat down on the couch. The sound of shower turning on upstairs could be heard. She began to cry. It's all just too much for her to handle. I never wanted this she thought.

John was seen being rushed into a hospital. He was completely bald now and about 35 years old.

"My wife, where's my wife?" John asked one of the orderlies rushing him.

"I don't know sir. Don't worry she'll be here soon," he said with an encouraging smile.

"What happened to his legs?" the nurse asked when they rush him into the ER room.

"We don't know we found him like this."

"Marie, my wife," Locke said as the doctors whisk him away.

"What did the doctors say?" John's Uncle asked. They were in the hospital room. John was lying in the bed and his Uncle was sitting in a chair beside him.

"I won't ever be able to walk again. I need a wheel chair."

"What happened really, none of that bullshit about a gang."

"I found the demon that killed my parents and I fought it."

"It looks like it won."

"I killed it."

"But at what price?" his uncle said and with that he left leaving a note for John it was from Marie. She had left him for good and she wasn't planning on coming back.

"So what do we do now?" Michael asked, after Locke had finished his story.

"Well, someone has to stay here and press the button," Locke said.

"Fine, you stay with Marie and we'll go back to the beach and then come back a little later," Jack said and then he, Buffy, and Michael left.

"Are you going to talk to me?" Marie asked John after she hit the enter button again, "We've been here for 2 hours and you haven't said a thing."

"Why did you leave?"

"Why did I leave? The question you should be asking is why I didn't leave sooner? John, after you found out what happened to your parents you were always out looking for the thing that killed them or researching it….."

"It killed my parents!"

"I know! But you didn't need to let it destroy our marriage too!"

"Is that what you think, that I destroyed our marriage?"

"Yes."

"Where are they?" Charlie asked. The sun had fully risen in the sky now. Jack, Buffy, Michael, and Locke had been out all night.

"I don't know," Sayid said.

"Maybe they gotten eaten by the spider," Shannon said, everyone looked at her, "What?!"

"I doesn't matter. We can't wait for them to come back. We need to find that thing and kill it," Sayid said.

"What thing?" Buffy asked as she walked up to them with Jack and Michael.

"Where have you guys been? You've been out all night," Charlie asked.

"Sorry mom, I didn't realize I missed curfew," Buffy said. Charlie frowned.

"Where's Locke?" Boone asked.

"He's okay. We found something," Jack said.

"What?" Hurley asked.

"A hatch in the jungle, it had food in it and other supplies."

"And a woman," Michael said, "Who apparently is Locke's wife or ex-wife. I wasn't exactly following the story."

"What this thing about something getting killed?" Buffy asked.

"A huge spider attacked Sayid and I in the jungle," Shannon said.

"Let's go kill it then," Buffy said.

"I'll get some supplies," Sayid said as everyone left to go do their own thing.

"Princess can I talk to you for a second?" Sawyer asked Buffy.

"I guess," She said walking with him to his tent on the beach.

"Now, do you wanna explain this to me," he said, holding up a wooden stake.

"It's not mine."

"It was in you bag."

"You went through my things."

"I found your bag, it washed ashore. Didn't know it was yours till I found this," he said, holding up her diary.

"Give that to me."

"What is a vampire slayer anyway?" Sawyer asked as Buffy looked at him in shock. He had read her diary. He knew her secret.

"You were so busy trying to seek revenge that you forget about everything else," Marie said.

"What was I suppose to do, let it go?"

"Yes! You were supposed to move on and forget about it like your Uncle that's what you were suppose to do!"

"Don't bring him into this."

"Why not?"

"I know what you did. Don't pretend I don't. You're such a hypocrite; blaming me for our failed marriage. You're one who left, you're the one who stopped trying to make it work and you're the one who broke that sacred vow, not me!"

"Mr. Locke, here's the information you asked for," the detective Locke had hired, not to long after his wife had left him told him as he slid a large envelope across the table.

"Thanks," Locke said making to grab the envelope but the detective stopped him.

"John, are you sure about this? The stuff in that envelope…."

"I'm sure," John said taking the envelope and opening. He pulled out a photo and just stared in shock. It was a picture of his wife and his uncle, kissing.

"John, I'm sorry," Marie said softly, "You hate me don't you?"

"No, I still love you."

"I love you too."

"But that's where it stops," he said and with that he got up and left the room to go explore the hatch more.

"So what does this spider demon look like?" Buffy asked.

"Like a giant spider," Sayid replied. They were the only 2 who had gone out to kill the demon. Buffy smiled, "You remind of someone I met a long time ago."

"Who?"

"I don't know her name but she saved my life. She was a young girl about your age. I was attacked by well now I believe it was a vampire and she killed it. She saved my life, like you saved Michael's."

"I….Look out!" she said, pushing him out of the way as the spider landed on top of her but she was able to push it off. She watched as it moved through the trees.

"How are we going to get it?"

Buffy grabbed the small ax she had found in the hatch and threw it up, hitting her target and causing it to come tumbling down to the ground, dead.

"Impressive," Sayid said, "You're going to have to teach me how to do that sometime."

"Listen about the...I can't….I'm just not….."

"What you do in your free time is none of my business," Sayid said, "I hope you'll explain it all to me some day though."

Buffy just looked at him with a small smile and they both headed back to the beach.

"Are you going to tell them?" Buffy asked Sawyer as she sat down next to him on the beach that night.

"You're different aren't you? An outcast?"

"I guess. Yeah I feel that way sometimes or most of the time. You didn't answer my question."

"You and me are a lot a like…."

"You lead a double life too."

"No, but I know something about being an outcast. I know no one likes me here…."

"Only, because you act like a jerk," Buffy said, Sawyer looked at her, "Sorry."

"I've been called worse…..I'm not going to tell them."

"Really?"

"Yeah," he said, handing her, her diary.

"Thanks."

Sawyer just nodded.

"Not everyone hates you," Buffy said, "I don't."

"Really? After everything I've done."

"People have done worse to me. Beside us outcasts have to stick together."

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