A/N: Okay, since I am about the biggest Jacket shipper on the face of the Earth, I've decided it's about time I write a fic for them, especially after the episode "The Other Woman". I want to kill Ben! –mutters-

Disclaimer: I don't own anyone, so don't sue me.

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They were going home.

At least, everyone else was.

Not her.

Juliet sat alone on the beach as the sun began to set, the outline of the Freighter in the distance, floating in the waves. The water lapped at her feet and she sighed, running a hand through her blonde curls tiredly and stressfully. She wasn't going to get aboard that boat, because she wasn't going to be here when they took off in the helicopter.

As hard as she wanted to believe it, she knew she would never be alone. If she left the island, she knew Ben's people or Ben himself would come after her. After all, Ben had declared Juliet 'his'. She knew he would kill people for her.

He would kill Jack.

She loved Jack, and values his life higher than her own. She wasn't exactly sure how Jack had felt about her up until about four days ago, when he had kissed her and told her to let Ben come and get him. But she wasn't going to take that risk. Ben was going to win the war being waged against him, and she didn't want anyone – especially Jack – to die because of her. Goodwin and Edmund both had died because of her, but she wasn't letting Ben take the life away of the one man she truly ever loved just to get to her.

Juliet was surrendering.

She glanced toward camp, where most were packing up things and preparing for the journey tomorrow. Frank was talking with Dan and Charlotte, both who were remaining behind to study the island. Frank was going to be flying the survivors to the Freighter in groups of four or five, where they would head home once and for all, getting away from this island.

As the sun sank below the horizon, the large fire in the center of camp was lit. She saw that only about three people were gathered around it, none of which she really knew. They were the survivors that still hated her.

But they aren't going to have to worry about me any longer, Juliet thought to herself as she stood, brushing the sand from her pants. She headed toward her tent and disappeared inside, acting as though she was going to bed. Instead, she silently dusted the rest of the sand off her body and slipped on her shoes before tossing two water bottles in her pack. The rest of her things were already packed and waiting. If anyone came in on her at that moment, they would have just thought she was preparing for the morning.

It took her a moment to find a pen and paper, but she found them shoved in the corner of her tent and grabbed them, scribbling furiously across the page. She wasn't going to be here to say goodbye, and Juliet wasn't sure she would be able to handle it if she was. So she was leaving Jack a note.

Folding the first piece of paper up, she scribbled four words on the next, folding it up as well and addressing it to Kate. Considering her tent was next to her own, she crept out of the ten and opened the flap of Kate's tent. She was sleeping quietly, so she carefully placed the not on top of her pack by the door. Slipping back to her tent, she sighed again, pulling her hair back into a ponytail.

By the time she had gotten done, the three by the fire had disappeared inside their tents. She slung her pack over her shoulder and as quietly as possible, snuck across camp to Jack's tent. She hovered outside the entrance for a moment, debating on how to do this. She dropped her pack to the ground after another minute and lifted the flap, peering inside.

Jack was sleeping soundly, sprawled across the blankets. His stuff was packed and ready to go in a corner of his tent, and she couldn't help but smile as he suddenly let out a rather loud snore. Stifling her laughter, she slipped inside and bent down on her knees, setting the note on top of Jack's pack.

She hesitated slightly as she watched Jack sleep for a moment more. Juliet bent down and lightly kissed his lips, not wanting to awaken him. He stirred slightly, but rolled over with a crooked grin forming on his face. She smiled sadly as she crawled back outside and pulled her pack over her shoulder. She grabbed one of the torches used to see in the jungle at night, she lit it in the fire. Taking one last glance around camp, she disappeared into the shadows of the jungle, unaware of the fact that Kate was watching her from the entrance to her tent, and clutching the note she had been given.