AUTHOR'S NOTE: I am so sorry I have not updated this story in so long. But in truth the lack of reviews it started to get, as wrong as this may seem, made me feel it was pointless to continue updating. I have no realized the error of my ways. I hope you can forgive me and as an apology I will post the entire rest of the story within the next two weeks, even if that means upload a few chapters per day.

It was dark in the jungle as Locke sat there and cradled Marie's form. He watched as the blood spread across her shirt, where the gun shot wound resided. He looked up to see her killer holding the gun that had shot her, it was all just too surreal. This isn't happening this isn't happening; the words raced through his mind as he stared into the face of the person that had killed his wife. Surprisingly enough it wasn't the enemy; it wasn't the Others, nor Danielle, it was one of his own. Someone who he had known and maybe even trusted.
The night before:

"I have a surprise for you," Sayid said, taking Shannon's hand and leading her to the tent he had built for her on the beach.

"When did you make this?"

"I'm not sure sometime in between getting almost eaten by a demon and the kissing."

Shannon smiled, "Can we go inside?"

"Yes," he said, holding the curtain that acted as a doorway aside for her so she could enter. He followed.

"Thank you," she said, kissing him.

"The pleasure is all mine," he replied, kissing her softly as they fell to the ground in a tangle of arms and limbs.

"Sayid," Shannon gasped as the broke apart.

"Yes."

"Do you love me?"

Marie and John sat watching the timer tick away the minutes. Michael and Jack had been by earlier to check on them. They had taken some supplies and left after Locke insisted on being the one to stay behind.

"Why didn't you go with them?" Marie asked.

"Why didn't you?"

"Don't be evasive," she sighed, "Because there are still things to be done here."

"I agree."

"Now what?"

"I still don't understand."

"Understand what?"

"Why him? Was I that bad a husband?"

"John, you were so miserable those days I…..Have you ever heard the saying misery loves company? Well, its true and as much as I loved...love you, I just couldn't do that."

"I'm sorry."

"Me too….for everything."

"I never wanted to hurt you."

"I know."

"Do you believe in faith?"

"Why?"

"Maybe we're here for a reason, maybe we're meant to fix this. You can't believe its mere coincidence that we were put on this island together."

"I don't know about faith but I believe in you," she whispered, just before their lips met.

Shannon woke up in the middle of the night and looked over seeing Sayid sleeping peacefully beside her. She watched as his chest rose and fell with each breath and she wondered if he really loved her. She thought he did but she couldn't help but wonder. It wouldn't have been the first time a guy had used her. She sighed and turned over to go back to sleep. Just as she was closing her eyes she heard someone calling her name over her shoulder where Sayid was. She figured he had woken up and was seeing if she was awake.

"Shannon," the voice whispered as she turned over and came face to face with Walt, "Help me."

Shannon screamed waking up Sayid, who quickly lit the candle near by, "Shannon, Shannon, what is it?"

"I saw Walt."

"What?"

"Walt, I saw him, over there. He was in the tent."

"Shannon, it was probably just a dream."

"I saw him! Don't you believe me?"

The next morning:

Buffy sat on the sand of the beach as the sun beat down on her back. She could feel the heat of the sun baking her skin and turning it a golden brown.

"Hey, goldilocks," Sawyer said, walking over and sitting down next to her, "I thought you were going to get food."

"I was. I'm just waiting for someone to come with."

"I'll go."

"Really?" she said, looking at him incredulously as she tilted the pair of sunglasses she was wearing down her nose so she could see him more clearly.

"Don't have anything better to do."

"Okay, lets go," she said and with that they set off but not before Buffy grabbed the gun and hid it safely under her shirt near the small of her back. She hated guns but who knows what they could encounter on this island and she wanted to be prepared.

"Hey, maybe while we're out there you can show me this hatch everyone is going on about."

Buffy just smiled. Of course, Sawyer would have an motive, "Maybe, if you're nice."

John woke up naked under the covers of a cot. Marie was sleeping soundly next to him. Her once perfectly placed red hair now cascaded over her shoulders. John smiled at her sleeping form. He hadn't felt this happy in ages. Maybe they could work this out.
"She says she saw Walt," Sayid said to Jack as they walked through the jungle towards the hatch.

"Being on the island could be getting to her but…."

"But what?"

"But then again after everything we've seen I have the feeling that here…."

"Anything's possible…..Alright say he is real, Shannon did see him. What is he? A vampire? A zombie? What?"

"I don't know, maybe we should go pay a visit to your friend, see if she knows anything about people coming back from the dead."

"Danielle? I thought you said she was crazy."

"I'm beginning to redefine my definition of crazy."

"One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest?"

"Yeah, something like that," Jack smiled as they changed course and headed towards Danielle's location.

"Hey Locke, rescue team's here to relieve you," Michael said as he entered the hatch.

Locke appeared with Marie, both were now fully clothed, "Thanks, I'm going to bring Marie back to the beach."

"Okay. See you later," he said as the pair left and Michael sat down at the computer.

Michael looked at the screen and watched as a type appeared on it:

'Hello?'

'Hello,' Michael typed back.

'Who's there?'

'Michael.'

'Dad?'

'Walt?'

'Dad, help me!'

'Walt, where are you?'

"I'm right here, dad," a voice said, behind him. Michael turned around and came face to face with his son, "Help me! Help us!"

"Us?"

"Help us," a voice behind Michael yelled. He turned around and came face to face with a young girl. Other people began to appear in the room as well, many of them young girls "Help us! Help us!"

"Ahhh," Michael screamed.

"Danielle," Sayid called as he and Jack entered her dwelling.

"Sayid?" she said, "What are you doing here?"

"I need some information."

"Sit down."

"This is Jack, Jack this is Danielle."

"Nice to meet you," Jack said.

"What do you want to know?"

"Someone was murdered a young boy and last night someone saw him."

"How did he die?"

"Something killed him, a vampire."

"Perhaps he was turned."

"He appeared and then disappeared like magic."

"A ghost."

"A ghost?" Jack asked.

"There are many on the island, most are past slayers though. Alex is one of them. She has visited me before."

"So they're not dangerous?" Jack asked.

"That depends what you think, no they can't hurt you but they can be….psychologically damaging. Of course some of them develop powers so they can bend reality. Those are the ones you have to watch out for."

"So it was a ghost?"

"I believe so."

"How'd he become a ghost?"

"He has unfinished business, perhaps feels like his death needs to be avenged that's what they all feel. They won't rest until the monster is killed."

In Korean:

"Jin," Sun said, walking up to her husband and sitting next to him, "Please talk to me."

"We have nothing to discuss."

"Yes, we do."

"You lied to me. You betrayed me."

"I….." Sun, trailed off and watched him go.

"He'll come around," a blonde woman said in English.

"You think?"

"I do," she nodded, "I'm Clair."

"Sun, it's nice to meet you."

"It's nice to meet you too," Clair said and then she collapsed.

"Someone help!" Sun yelled as she knelled down next to her new friend.

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