Diclaimer: I do not own LOST

"So what was it like to be on an island for five years?" That was the first question asked of the survivors when they were ushered out of the hospital and into another building built for conferences. They were not too thrilled with having to answer any questions of the reporters but they were told that they had to answer a few. The survivors had elected Jack as the spokesperson and now her stood at the microphone, staring out at the sea of reporters.

"Well...we had to live without a few things. There was a few deaths and sicknesses and it was rough." Jack was not sure how to answer the question.

"How many people died on the island? Were they all natural causes?"

"No, they weren't. Ten people had died while we were on the island." He did not like giving this sort of information away because of the doctor instinct in him.

"Can we have the names?"

Charlie moved to speak. "Isn't that too bloody personal for you?"

The reports did not say anything to that, instead they moved on. The questions went on for more than an hour until the survivors were finally allowed to leave the building. They had been told to expect personal interviews to happen. They stood all together outside of the building when a person from Oceanic Airlines approached them.

"I would like to inform you that Oceanic Airlines will be paying you for what has happened."

The survivors were not sure that the money was enough but soon there were some people walking around handing them checks in their names. They glanced at the numbers on the checks and they all started to wonder where they had got that much money.

Jason Nichols looked at the survivors and gave them a smile. "You may leave any time you want. You can get on a plane and go home or whatever you want to do."

No one moved, staying close to each other near the building. They didn't know if they could leave each other after all this time. Five years ago, they would have left with not a care in the world and would have probably never thought about the people on the plane crash again. Now that they had lived together for five years, they did not want to separate from each other because they felt like a huge family.

Charlie moved closer to Claire and put his arm around her. "Where do you want to go, Claire?"

She looked at him. "I'm not sure that I want to go too far from anyone else."

"Do you want to see where Kate, Jack, Hurley, Sun, and the rest of them are going to live and we can live close by."

"That would be nice."

Charlie removed his arm and moved near to where Kate and Jack stood talking. He cleared his throat and the two of them looked at him. "Where are you two going to live? Claire wants us to live close. You know, so Aaron has Sydney to play with."

Kate smiled. "That would be nice if they could live near each other. I was actually thinking somewhere near LA."

"Like a small town near by?"

"Yeah."

He turned to Jack. "What about you?"

"I thought about going back home."

"Oh." Charlie started to go around to other people to ask them where they were going to move to.

Kate looked over at Jack and gave him a smile. "I got the news on who is Syd's father."

"And who is that?" Jack did not even look at her.

"Are you sure you want to know?"

"If it is Sawyer...just say it. You don't have to act secretive about it. It wouldn't surprise..."

"It's you, Jack. You're Sydney's father."

Jack felt his mouth go dry and he finally pried his eyes off the ground. Her eyes caught his, locking her gaze with his. "What?"

"She's your child."

"I can't believe."

"She has your brown eyes."

"I don't know..."

Frustration was clear on her face as she shoved a brown envelope at him. "It's all in there... all the tests, even that one that says that the DNA matches Jack Shepard and Kate Austen. If you can't accept that, well, I guess you'll never be able to be Syd's father."

She stomp away and Jack stood there watching her. He let out a long sigh and ran his hand over his chin where he felt the stubble. He glanced down at the envelope in his hand and let out another sigh as his hand worked to open the envelope. A big shadow fell over top of the envelope in his hands and he glanced up to see Hurley standing there.

"Dude, whatcha got there?"

"Something Kate gave me to look at."

"A love note?"

Jack almost scowled but that changed into a grin when he reminded himself that Hurley was only there to lighten up the mood. "Not quite."

"What I really came over to tell you that is a bunch of us were going to get apartments and houses close to each other. You don't have to but yeah, we all wanted you to know."

"Okay," he fell silent until Hurley finally walked away and Jack put his hand into the envelope and pulled out the papers inside.

He held the papers as his eyes scanned the papers in full. Maybe he actually didn't want to know the outcome of all this. He had just been happy not knowing if Sydney was his daughter or not but now he was anticipating the results as he kept scanning the paper. He read the medical words and he understood them all which made him wonder if Kate understood the words she had read or she just looked for the name. He quickly ran his eyes over everything until he stopped on the part that would reveal the name. He let out a deep breath and looked at the name.

She was right; it was his name.

He glanced up from the papers and looked for Kate who was having a conversation with Claire but at that moment, her eyes connected with Jack's. She gave him a smile and he actually offered one back to her. He saw her say something to Claire, who nodded, and she headed over to him. For a few minutes, the two did not say anything but that was understandable. Nothing was needed to fill the silence between them as Kate soon wrapped her arms around Jack's neck. His right arm, which was not holding the papers, went around her waist and pulled her in close. Her soft breath was against his neck and she could feel the rough stubble against her face as she put her chin on his shoulder.

"Are you going to come and live with us?"

"Well, I have to go and do some other things in LA but maybe."

"Maybe?"

He let out a long sigh. "I don't know, Kate. I don't know what the girl will think."

"You just don't want to be with either of us," she accused.

"We'll have to see what happens."

A voice broke through everything. "The taxis are here to take you to the hotel for the night."

The survivors piled into the cars and were let out at a very nice looking hotels. They all bid each other good night before heading to separate rooms. Only in the morning would they be going their separate ways and leaving each other but no one knew what was in store in the future that seemed to be very close after all.

A/N: Here is the third chapter.