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Chapter 2

Call It Déjà Vu

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Jungle: 5 Miles From Barracks ~ September 22, 2004

Madelyn Harper was running as fast as she could back to the Barracks. She'd been hiding in the jungle after her last run-in with Ben, but after seeing a plane crash on the island, she knew she needed to go back. This was major. Something momentous was happening.

Passing the Pearl station, Madelyn knew she only had a few more miles before she made it back. Stopping to take a quick breath, she noticed the jungle had become eerily quiet. She only knew of thing that would make that happen: 'Cerberus'.

Madelyn searched frantically for any signs of black smoke, and then suddenly, she heard a voice in the distance.

"Hello?" She asked, turning around in a circle, her eyes flitting about. "Is anyone out there?"

"Answer." It was the Whispers. She had heard people talking about them but had never heard them herself. Until now.

Aware she was only a few miles from the Barracks, Madelyn started running again. In her desperate rush, she paid no attention to where she was going and tripped over the root of a large tree.

"The Answer..." the whispers started again, "…the Key…." This time it sounded like a thousand people talking at the same time

The wind picked up and howled through the trees. "The One…."

'This can not be happening.' Madelyn thought, lying on the jungle floor, frozen in fear.

"New Life…" The sky became dark as the clouds moved in. "Find her…." And then the rain started falling.

Madelyn knew she needed to get up and start running, "Find her…." But for some reason she couldn't. "Re-Birth…."

"She's the Answer…" This phrase was repeated louder than the rest of the whispers, "She's the Answer….She's the Answer…."

In the distance, someone called her name, "Maddie!" It was Ben. "Maddie!" The call came again and again.

"I'm over here." By the time he reached her, the whispers had stopped and the sudden storm had passed. "Ben, I heard the whispers."

"It's all going to be alright, Maddie," he told her, as he helped her stand. "What exactly did you hear?"

"Something about New Life, find her." Madelyn stopped talking so she could think. "I can't remember everything but the last phrase was 'She's The Answer'."

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Fuselage Crash Site ~ September 22, 2004

"Mom, where are you?" Callie Georgeston yelled at the top of her lungs once again. She had been searching for her mother since she woke up. The last memory Callie recalled with any accuracy was being pulled from the plane.

Reaching the last group of survivors without any luck, she realized there was one more place to she needed to look. Heading towards the fuselage, a sickening feeling overwhelmed Callie. She knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that she would find her mother in the wreckage.

Standing outside for a few moments, she tried to mentally prepare herself for what she might find. But right when she was ready to take a step on the plane; someone started yelling.

"Hey, little girl get back from there!" With an exasperated sigh, Callie turned to see who had yelled at her. This was the very last thing she needed right now. Her plane had just crashed! She needed her mother's warm arm around her, not the concern of some stranger.

A guy in a black hoodie was running towards her. Once there, Charlie Pace panted, "It's too dangerous to go in there right now." He titled his head and took several gulping breathes. There was something about this girl, something that reminded him of . . . . He didn't know what it was.

"My mother might still be in there," Callie snapped at the man. "And there's nothing you can do to stop me."

Throwing his hands up in defeat, Charlie declared, "Fine, I'll go with you." He couldn't let this girl get hurt. He couldn't.

"You don't have to do that." Callie's voice lost its edge.

"If you insist on going; then I'm coming with you," Charlie replied.

"Well, let's go then." And with that, they started to make there way into the fuselage.

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Brad Donegan was trying to calm a screaming Owen, while still frantically searching for Christopher. He knew he needed to stop and make sure Owen was okay but it was killing him not knowing where his other son was.

As he was intently focused on his search, Brad wasn't paying much attention to the people around him. It came as a surprise when he walked straight into someone, knocking them down and almost dropping Owen.

"I'm so sorry! I wasn't watching where I -" Brad stopped short when he realized who he was talking to. "I'm really sorry about that, Julian. I'm looking for Christopher and I wasn't paying any attention to where I was going."

"It's okay." JP stood up and wiped the sand from his clothes. Owen's screams finally hit home. "Is he okay?" Julian asked, pushing his sand-gritty hair out of his face.

"I have no idea if he's hurt or just scared," Brad responded in frustration. "I've been looking for Christopher; I haven't had a chance to make sure."

"I'll help you look for Chris," JP offered. "But first let's find somewhere to sit, make sure he's okay."

Brad and JP both look around the beach for a place to sit. Someone familiar caught Brad's attention and he pointed her out to JP. They both had the same thought: 'Maybe she'll help'.

Walking in Eva's direction, they noticed her sitting next to another woman. They were having a heated discussion in a language neither Brad nor Julian could understand. Once Owen's wails reached the women they stopped talking and turned in the direction of the distraught little boy.

Eva's face instantly softened when she realized where all the screaming was coming from. "Oh, you poor baby." She opened her arms, and called out, "Come over here and tell me all about it."

Brad was surprised when Owen wiggled out of his arms and ran to Eva. Cradling the little boy in her lap, she started rocking him gently and his screams slowly stopped.

Once it was quiet, Eva murmured, "Guys, this is my wife Zahara," and nodded towards the woman next to her.

"Brad."

"Julian."

They introduced themselves as they continued to watch Eva and Owen interact.

Reaching into her hand bag she pulled out a small stuffed animal. "Do you know what this is?" Eva asked Owen in a soft voice.

Owen nodded and mumbled, "Kanroo," in a voice still raw from crying.

A beautiful smile covered Eva's brown face. "That's right. It's a kangaroo." Giving the stuffed animal to Owen, she looked up at Brad.

"Where's Christopher?" she asked. Eva kept her voice calm and quiet so as not to upset Owen.

"I haven't seen him since the plane crashed." Brad answered, his anguish clear to everyone. "I was hoping you would keep an eye on my 'Little Man' while we looked."

"Of course," Eva answered and turned her attention back to Owen.

"I'll come and help look," Zahara offered.

"Thank you. I would really appreciate that," Brad responded.

"Intand wena ukuba kulungile?" (Will you be okay?) Zahara asked her wife.

"Yebo," (Yes) Eva answered without looking at her. Brad and Julian felt like they were eavesdropping on a personal conversation, even though they couldn't understand what was being said. J.P. shifted uncomfortably and stuffed his red, scraped hands into his pockets.

"Ngiyakuthanda." (I love you.) After everything they had been through in the last hour, Zahara figured she would at least try to get though to Eva.

When no response was forthcoming, she joined the two men to search for Christopher.

They walked in silence until JP's curiosity, got the better of him. "Can I ask you a question?" Zahara nodded her head in acquiescence.

"What language were you and your wife speaking?"

"isiZulu. I was born in South Africa, the KwaZulu-Natal province," Zahara stated with pride.

"You're a Zulu?" JP asked in awe, and then instantly squashed his excitement. Now was so not a time for cultural exchange. People had died, were dying around him, and Brad's little boy was missing. If it had been his nieces, he would have been beside himself.

Zahara laughed at his response. "Yes." She was pleasantly surprised at the man's enthusiasm.

They fell silent again as they continued to search. JP hoped once they found Christopher, he could ask Zahara about her homeland. And they would find Chris. They had to.

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A black and white photo was all she had to go on, but there was no doubt in her mind. Her father, Jack Shepherd was sitting not more than five feet from her. Natalie Shepherd hid behind a tree so Jack and the women he was sitting with wouldn't see her. After everything she had been through to find him, being this close was amazing and terrifying at the same time.

So caught up in her thoughts; Natalie never noticed the pair getting up to leave. "Are you okay?" Jack asked the teenager with concern.

Frozen with fear Natalie just stood there staring at the pair.

"Are you okay?" Jack repeated the question, and he slowly took a step towards her.

That was enough to jerk Natalie out of her trance, and she started running away from them.

Kate noticed that the piece of paper the young girl had been holding had fallen out of her hand. Reaching down to pick it up Kate was surprised to see the face looking back at her.

"Jack, why does she have a picture of you?"

Taking the piece of paper from Kate, Jack discovered, to his astonishment, that it was the picture from his wedding announcement.

Heading in the direction Natalie had taken off in, Jack replied, "I don't know, but I plan to find out."

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"Will your sister be okay alone, Boone?" Camille asked with a hint of nervousness in her voice. She didn't want to be the reason he left his sister alone.

He didn't answer for a few minutes as he continued to look through debris for survivors. "Trust me, Shannon will be just fine," was the sarcastic reply.

Camille was taken aback by his tone. She had figured after surviving a plane crash he would want to stay with his sister. But then, Camille was an only child. What did she know about sibling relationships?

A soft moan off to her left caught her attention. She noticed a man trapped under a piece of metal.

"Boone, help me!" She yelled.

As Boone lifted the metal, Camille pulled the man to safety. Besides a few minor scrapes, the young man seemed fine.

"How are you feeling?" Camille asked the androgynous looking man.

"I'll live," came the quiet reply.

"That's great," Boone said brightly, as both he and Camille stretched out a hand each to help him up. "What's your name?"

The man stood between the pair with a blank expression. As different emotions flew over his face Boone and Camille became worried.

The man dropped back down into the sand, defeated. "I don't know," was his bewildered response.

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Abigail Lewis paced near the waters edge, mad as hell. She had finally come across two solid leads on finding the Island. And the last thing she needed was to be stuck here until rescue came. 'Where ever here is.'

"It could have been another way." She stopped her pacing and turned around to see who was talking to her.

"Excuse me?" Abigail asked.

Veronika Acosta walked up closer, so she was standing next to Abigail. "It could have been another way." Veronika paused looking around the beach. "We could be one of the injured or worse."

Looking around the beach for herself, Abigail realized the woman was correct. Here she was upset because it was going to take a few extra days to get to Los Angeles, when so many would never make it there at all.

"You're right," Abigail responded gloomily. "I was just having a moment."

"You're entitled to have a moment or two. After all we did just survive a plane crash."

"My name's Abigail."

"Veronika. It's a pleasure to meet you," the other woman said, while pulling her hair back into a pony tail. "Let's go see what we can do to help."

Walking away from the water they saw a man walking in there directions holding a child in his arms.

"Hey, ladies," David Alexander called out to the women. "This might sound like a crazy question. But do either of you know this little boy? I found him lying just inside the jungle."

Both nodded their heads in the negative "Is he alive?" Abigail asked the man.

"Yes." David replied, "I just think the little guy's tired."

Veronika remembered something. "He was on the plane with his father and little brother. I walked past them when I boarded the plane."

"We'll help you find his family," Abigail told the man and they headed off down the beach.

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"Oh God, it hurts, Corey!" Claire Littleton yelled at her sister once again.

After helping move Claire away from the fumes, the gentleman with the curly hair went to find some bottles of water to bring back.

"I know you're in pain Claire, but -" Corey attempted to pacify her sister.

"Move! Get her up!" Corey heard someone yelling. "Get her out of there!" Looking up she saw an African American woman running towards them pointing up at something. Two men followed closely behind her.

Corey looked up and saw the wing of the plane wobbling dangerously above their heads. Once the approaching trio reached Corey and Claire, Brad and Julian pulled Claire to her feet and started to run. Zahara and Corey followed on their heels.

After the group had covered a few hundred feet, a loud explosion rang out behind the group, throwing them all to the ground.

"Claire!" Corey yelled in fear. "Are you okay?"

Brad sat up immediately and moved the women to her back, so he could make sure she was okay. Before anyone knew what was happing, Brad was on his feet backing away from Claire.

He didn't know how it could be, but the woman he had just saved was the same woman from his dreams.

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Callie and Charlie had only reached the first few rows of seats when a violent explosion shook the Fuselage and threw them to the ground. Charlie was first to his feet and he extended a hand down to Callie to help her up.

"I'm fine," Callie responded in a short tone. Standing on her own, she continued down the aisle looking for her mother.

After passing two more rows, Callie stopped when she saw the back of her mother's head. "Mom?" All traces of venom had left her voice.

As soon as Callie stood next to her mother, she knew she was dead. 'Now I'm all alone in the world.' A noise roused her from her turbulent thoughts and she remembered she wasn't alone. The man who insisted on coming with her was now standing behind Callie.

"Anna," Charlie said. His voice sounded as if his heart had just been ripped from his chest.

Turning to face Charlie, Callie's face was hard as stone. "How do you know my mother?"

"Your mum?" Charlie asked in astonishment. "Anna's my sister."

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Alitalia Airline: Flight 609 ~ En-Route To Istanbul ~ September 22, 2004

Once the plane reached cruising altitude, 'The Traveler' took a few moments to enjoy the feeling. Take-off had always been the best part of flying for her.

Removing her laptop and booting up, she knew she had a lot of work ahead of her. Widmore sent her a text message letting her know the files she needed, had been sent to her e-mail account.

The files contained information, on the people Widmore had choose for this mission. 'The Traveler' opens the first file and started to familiarize herself with the people she would be spending the next six months to a year with.

Three hours later, she had finally figured why she needed to be in Istanbul by tomorrow. Removing her phone from her coat pocket, she called Stephanie.

"Hey, Mami." Stephanie answered in her cheerful. "Is everything okay?"

"Raina is in Istanbul." The Traveler told Stephanie.

"What is she doing there?"She asked surprised.

"From what I know, looking for Hayley Jonas." She responded sadly.

"I thought Raina put that behind her?"

"Everything changed after Indira's death." They both knew losing Indira, was the straw that broke the Camels back. "She's booked on a flight to Fiji for tomorrow."

"If Ray wants revenge like before, how are you going to convince her to come with us?"

"I know where Hayley is."

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A/N 1: I just wanted to thank everyone for taking the time to read my story.

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