A/N: a small part to hopefully stop you from forgetting what this fic is all about. sorry i'm such a slow updater! thanks to those who've reviewed, and those who haven't don't be afraid to :)

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Three

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Jack stopped. Taking up a small portion of the doorway was a skinny blonde girl who looked about nine years-old. This was the girl he'd seen. This was Juliet's daughter.

"Hello," she said, her English accent soft and friendly to his ears.

"Hi," he replied, slightly perplexed by her nonchalant friendliness.

"You found us." She still held the doorhandle.

"I did."

"It's just as well," she said casually, pushing the door further open and walking back into the house. Jack didn't know whether to follow her or not.

"Is your mom home?" he called from the front step. Amy turned from halfway down the hall.

"She's out the back. I don't think she heard the door. You can come in, you know."

Jack stepped tentatively over the threshold. Something didn't feel right.

"Why have you been following me?" he asked as he approached the young girl who stood waiting for him to catch up.

She smiled. "I'm sorry. I was just tired of waiting."

"How do you know who I am?" he asked, following her into the lounge room where she sat and picked up a book, opening it to read.

"I'm part of you," she replied indifferently, focus on the novel.

"Excuse me?"

"You're my dad."

Jack had to suppress a chuckle. "That's not possible."

"Oh it is," she smiled, looking up at him.

"You're like nine years-old. I only met your mom just over five years ago."

Amy tilted her head. "Time is relative."

"Jack?"

Jack spun around. It was Juliet. She looked confused.

"What are you doing here?"

"Juliet," he sighed, voice heavy with relief. He rushed over to her but stopped himself before he got too close. He didn't know if he could hug her.

"How did you…"

"Rachel gave me your address. I kept spotting Amy everywhere, and I thought -"

"You did this?" Juliet turned to her daughter, squaring her jaw angrily. The girl lowered her head and nodded. "I told you not to meddle. I told you to stay away, Amy, and now look what you've done!"

"I thought it would be okay!" she defended. "I wanted to meet him!"

Juliet raised a hand to her forehead, desperately searching for what to do. Jack had to remind himself of Rachel's words.

"You need to go to your room," Juliet said calmly. Amy pouted.

"But mum -"

"Go to your room Amy. And only your room, you understand me?"

"Fine," she mumbled, standing up and shuffling out of the room.

There was a moment of silence.

"Where was she?" Jack asked, and Juliet turned to him in confusion. "Where was Amy while you were on the island?"

Juliet sighed. "It isn't that simple."

"It sounds pretty simple to me," he protested.

"It's really not."

"In all the time we spent together, you never told me you had a daughter back home." He shook his head, trying to keep his anger in check.

"I never told you I had a daughter because I didn't." Juliet looked him in the eye and he stopped.

"She's yours, Jack."

Jack scoffed. "You can't seriously expect me to believe that. There's no way she is only five years-old, Juliet."

She shut her eyes. "Time… is relative."

"What does that even mean?" he argued.

"It means she may be older than five, but she was born five years ago."

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Rachel was in the kitchen making dinner when she heard her son's voice. She found this a bit odd as she knew he was alone in his room, so she turned down the stove and followed his sound. She soon heard a girl's voice and rolled her eyes.

"Amy," she called, and opened Julian's door without knocking. Amy sat on the bed, her legs dangling, and Julian was cross-legged on the floor in front of her.

Amy looked guilty.

"Does your mom know you're here?" Rachel asked pointedly. Amy shook her head.

"Don't make her go!" Julian defended, sitting up straight.

"Its okay, I won't," Rachel exhaled. She went and sat next to Amy on the bed.

"You've been following Jack, haven't you?" she asked her niece.

She nodded. "Mum's really mad."

"Well of course she is, you can't have expected her to be happy about it," Rachel reasoned. "And I bet she told you not to come here."

"Not specifically."

Rachel had to stop herself from smiling.

"Has Ji Yeon got her new bike yet?" Julian asked.

"Yeah," Amy replied, suddenly chirpier, "it looks really cool."

"Tell her I say hi."

"Okay."

"Not right now!" Rachel said quickly, grabbing onto Amy's arm. The girl giggled. "Right now you need to go home before you get yourself into more trouble."

"I'm already in as much trouble as you can be in."

"I dunno about that," Rachel chuckled, "there's a whole world of trouble out there."

"Mum's really mad."

"Don't be too worried about it," she replied, wrapping an arm around Amy's shoulders, "she may be really mad but she also really loves you. And who knows, she might be happy about it in the end."

"Maybe. But I think now we're in danger."

"Danger?" Rachel asked, perplexed.

Amy hung her head. "I wasn't the only one following Jack."