A/N: Sorry it took me do long to update the story! I've been really busy!
Disclaimer: I don't own anyone.
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Jack made a face as several cameras flashed in front of his face and microphones were shoved toward him as he and the rest of the survivors were getting off the Freighter. He dodged several, too pissed at himself and at Ben to say anything else. There were cars waiting for him and the others, waiting to take them to a hotel where they would stay the night before a press conference where they would be presented with checks and golden passes from Oceanic Airlines before they were allowed to go home.
"Dr. Shephard, how does it feel to be home?"
"Do you have any plans on suing Oceanic Airlines?"
"Where exactly have you been all this time Jack?"
Ignoring them, he climbed into the backseat of one of the cars with Rose and Kate. Jack rested his head on the tinted window pain as the driver started up the car. The sun was already below the horizon, only a thin yellow line that faded out of site as they drove past houses and buildings, which began to grown into skyscrapers and businesses as they grew closer to the main city of Los Angeles.
"You okay Jack?" Rose asked him, looking at him. He sighed and shook his head. She gently reached over and patted his shoulder. "She'll be fine. She's lived on the island before."
Jack tried to give her a smile, but it faltered and he turned back to the window, ignoring Kate's glare. She was leaned against the window like he was, looking irritated.
They arrived at the hotel and were quickly led to rooms to avoid the press. The hotel was nice, one of the fancy ones only the rich could afford.
Jack sighed with relief when he spotted the real bed. But the first thing he did was strip down and leap into the shower, rinsing off with soap several times to get the dirt encrusted on his skin and body. Pulling the provided soft fuzzy robe on, he stepped back into the room and out onto the balcony. He was on the second to top floor, so the view was rather amazing, showing the entire city.
Lights shone at him from every direction, but none were as bright as Juliet's eyes or smile. She would put the brightest star to shame, at least for him. He loved her, he knew it, and had wanted to tell her since he had first layed eyes on her. Now he would probably never get the chance to tell her.
His fists clenched around the railing tightly as he promised himself one thing. He was going to find Juliet, no matter what it took.
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Juliet's eyes flickered open as she heard the key being pushed into the lock of the door. She sat up quickly from where she had slept restlessly on the concrete floor. Rubbing sleep from her eyes and brushing hair from her face, she looked up just in time to see Locke shutting the door behind him. He carried a tray, which he set on the table.
"Hello Juliet." He greeted. "I brought you breakfast."
Juliet looked at the tray where various slices or fruit were layed out in a colorful arrangement next to a glass of orange juice. She couldn't help but smirk. It seemed ironic that she was being held prisoner in her former home – well, the rec room near her former home.
"Thank you." She replied quietly, slowly taking a piece of fruit and popping it in her mouth slowly. It wasn't that she didn't trust John, it was because she had heard things about him that she didn't particularly like.
"Rousseau informed me you wanted to talk to me?" He said, leaning back in the foldable metal chair comfortably. Juliet had pulled herself into another chair as she ate on the food, wanting to savor its taste.
"Yes." She said, hesitating slightly before speaking again. "Jack and the rest of the people on the beach are gone. They left on the Freighter." She continued. Locke nodded.
"I knew they would be soon. They don't seem to understand the magic about this island. They're afraid of it." He said. "But what I'm wondering is why you aren't with them."
"Because it wasn't my place…." She said, not wanting to reveal to this man about why she had really left. "You haven't killed Ben yet have you?"
"No."
"Then you need to bring him to me. We need to have a little chat. Alone." She stated, her face remaining expressionless.
"I can't do that Juliet."
"Then take me to him."
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A/N: It's short, I know, but I'm really tired and I wanted to get this little bit up.