A/N: Here's the next chapter! Thanks for your reviews!

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Juliet winced slightly as the voice sounded from just behind her. She heard the crunching of leaves and soon, the figure of a dark haired woman came into view in the corner of her eye.

Danielle.

Mentally kicking herself for forgetting that the French woman would probably be guarding the camp, she turned to face the woman, the gun barrel now pointing at her forehead. Danielle reached forward and grabbed the gun at Juliet's waist. She slid it onto her own belt before looking back at Juliet, her eyes blazing.

"I need to talk to Locke." She stated, blinking at Danielle, unafraid. She was used to having a gun being pointed in her face by now, almost as much as having her shoulder dislocated.

Danielle said nothing, but took Juliet's arm, pulling her forward while keeping the gun trained on her head. She led the blonde behind several houses, away from the eyes of the survivors that had gone with Locke. Juliet already knew the path they were taking, and couldn't help but let out a sigh.

As Juliet had predicted, Danielle stopped outside the rec room and opened the door, pushing Juliet inside. There was a jingling of keys before the resounding click that signaled she was stuck in here for the time being.

I'm beginning to think I would be better off with Jack… She thought to herself out of spite, taking a seat in one of the foldable metal chairs near the pool table. She grabbed a que ball and tossed it in her hand for a moment, seriously considering throwing it at the window and shattering it. But she knew it wouldn't do any good since the windows had mesh wiring on the other side that was nearly impossible to get through, and if she wanted her plan to work, she was pretty sure Locke wouldn't like a smashed window to put a damper on his mood when – if – she got the chance to talk to him.

Sighing, she hoped Jack was safely on the Freighter by now.

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"Jack, if you don't cool it then I'm going to have to give you bloody tranquilizers." The red head hissed as she cleaned her gun, watching the good doctor pace the top deck of the Freighter. Charlotte, Miles, and Daniel had been assigned to watch the survivors until actual room were ready for them. Daniel was more absorbed in his book, so it was really only Charlotte and Daniel.

"I can't believe I just left like that!" he suddenly exclaimed, whirling around to face Charlotte. She didn't even glance up from cleaning her gun.

"Shephard, shut it. None of your other little buddies are muttering incoherently to themselves, so stop before I call the doc to lock you in the sick bay." Miles growled, glaring at him. Jack sighed and sat down a few feet away from Rose and Kate, where they were talking quietly near the railing of the Freighter. Standing after a moment, he went to the railing.

What the hell was I thinking? I should have never left her on that damn island! He shouted at himself inside his head, staring at the deep blue waves below. They reminded him slightly of Juliet's eyes, but Juliet's was much more beautiful. He rested his face in his hands.

Feeling a light hand on his shoulder, he didn't need to look up to see who it was.

"Jack, you should be happy. We're finally away from the island and we're going home." Kate said quietly, leaning against the railing next to him and watching him. He didn't spare her a glance.

"I can't be happy Kate. Not when Juliet's stuck on that island. I promised to get everyone off that island, and I never break promises."

"You can't save everyone Jack." Kate said in the same soft tone. "Besides, it was her choice to stay behind."

"She stayed behind because of me. And I don't think you understand exactly how that feels." He said.

"What feels?"

"Having someone leave you like that, without saying goodbye." Jack muttered, hesitating slightly before continuing. "Without telling them that you love them."

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Charles threw the pen across the room, furious at it because it had suddenly stopped writing. Grabbing another one from the jar, he turned back to his paper and signed the bottom as instructed. He hated the day after Christmas, because he always had more work than usual.

"Mr. Widmore, your daughter is here to see you." His secretary said over the small intercom.

"Send her in."

Two seconds later, Penny Widmore came in the door, dressed lovely in a pale yellow sundress to go with the weather outside. He smiled at her like any loving father would.

"Hello Penelope." He greeted and she rolled her eyes.

"When are you ever going to call me Penny?" She said with a sigh, approaching his desk to give him a light hug. When it came to Charles and his daughter, he had a slight soft spot for her. She was his only child, and his baby girl.

"What are you doing here Penny?" He questioned as she leaned against the corner of his desk.

"Can't a daughter come see her father?" She asked and he raised an eyebrow at her. She sighed. "Guess who I received a phone call from two nights ago?"

"Surprise me."

"Desmond." She stated slowly, watching his eyebrows raise further up his forehead.

"That drunken Scottish you call a boyfriend? He's supposed to be dead." He muttered, but Penny shook her head.

"No, he called me and told me they were aboard a Freighter of some sort." Penny said, brushing several locks of hair from her face. "But what I thought was weird is the fact that about two weeks ago, I got a call from someone named Charlie who said he knew Desmond. He asked me if it was my Freighter, and if I knew a Naomi." She continued. Charles had turned to face out his window so she would see the mixed look of greed and confusion on his face. "Do you know anything about it?"

"Not a thing darling." He replied quickly, lying through his teeth. In fact, he had hired Naomi himself, as well as that nut of a physics professor Faraday, the anthropologist Lewis, the medium Straume, and the rest of the ones aboard the Freighter. This meant that they had found the island, which made Charles Widmore a very happy man indeed.

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A/N: This chapter is so short it's horrible! I intended to make it longer, but I changed my mind.