David sat outside a hospital room, his head cradled in both of his hands. He shouldn't be here now; he should be at home making things right with his wife. He didn't know why he had chosen to go to Australia and meet the twin brother he never knew existed until two days before. The brother his parents had basically sold so they could continue living on that shitty farm. He couldn't look at his mother after she told him, told him that his twin, James, was dead, murdered, and the man who was his father was offering her several million dollars if he would come down and pretend to be his brother for a few days. His mother had begged, said the farm was nearly bankrupt and she needed the money desperately to keep it afloat. His mother had struggled to run it after his father's death five years earlier.

So he agreed, leaving behind his wife who was on the brink of divorcing him, and flew to Australia so he could prance around in a tux and make a deal with some wealthy tycoon, Milo Dias. The man, who had bought his brother, Albert Spencer, liked his performance so much he wanted to keep David around and continue to be James forever but David couldn't. He wasn't a show pony; he was farm boy turned veterinarian with a marriage crumbling around him.

He slipped away after buying his plane ticket back to California. He had planned to wait until the last-minute and then get on the plane and pretend none of it had ever happened, but instead found himself at the hospital where James' body was. Albert hadn't buried him yet. David needed to see the face of the brother he never knew he had, just once.

James looked exactly like him, cold and motionless on a hospital gurney, sheet pulled over his body to hide everything but his face. David couldn't stomach to see him longer than a moment, leaving his brother's body as he made his way to a chair outside the room. Had his brother enjoyed this clandestine lifestyle, where even in death no one mourned him because no one knew he was dead? David needed to get his brother out of this place. Consequences be damned, no one had claimed him in four days. When the nurse came out with a clipboard for paperwork David knew what he had to do."I'm going to take him home with me today," he told the nurse. She smiled at David.

"I'll go get the paperwork."

She was still watching him sympathetically, obviously thinking David was overwhelmed by the loss of his twin brother.

"I, uh, don't have a coffin...it...this all happened so suddenly." It wasn't technically a lie so he tried not to feel guilty about it.

"I'll handle it honey."

She did handle it. An hour later James' body was being loaded into the Jeep he had rented by the helpful hospital staff as David looked on silently. His flight left in an hour, he hoped it was enough time to board his brother without Albert finding out what he had done.

David's wife was going to be pissed when she found out how much money he had spent on a coffin for a sibling he had never met. He found he didn't care in that moment. Fixing things with Abby could wait. This was about honor and he knew his brother deserved better than sitting in a hospital while everyone else pretended he was alive.

"All set," the same friendly nurse told him. She handed him a copy of the paperwork and left with the orderlies who had put James in his car. David took a deep breath. He was stealing his brother's body.

With that in mind he got in his car and drove to the airport.-

"So what were you doing in Australia?" Sean asked David asked they walked. They were close to the beach, the rain had stopped, and their nerves had calmed slightly since the finding the pilot dead in the tree tops. Belle didn't really care what David had done in Australia, but Sean obviously did so she stayed quiet and listened."I went to get my brother," David told him. The three of them paused when they heard sounds of shouting floating up from the beach. David took off running in the direction of the yelling, Sean at his heels. Belle sighed, tired already of the constant drama, and followed after them, unwilling to be alone in the jungle without them.

When she got there she noticed several things at once. The Scotsman was sneering, his arms pinned behind his back by a very annoyed looking Jefferson. Across from his was an Arabic man struggling against David's grip on him. They had clearly been fighting about something and if the bruise forming on the Scotsman's eye was any indication, the Arab had gotten at least one good hit in before they were separated.

Not far off, a very pregnant, blonde girl was holding a pair of handcuffs and showing them to the doctor. Belle's eyes slid from the pregnant girl and the doctor, to the blonde mom and her son, both eyeing the handcuffs. Belle thought they looked nervous but before she could get closer, her attention was brought back to David.

"We found the transceiver," he was saying. Jefferson had let go of the angry Scot and was walking forward interestedly. Belle handed David the transceiver, who then turned it on. Everyone watched expectantly, but nothing happened.

"It's broken," Jefferson said after several tense moments.

"Can you fix it?" David asked, handing it to Jefferson. Jefferson turned it over in his hands, examining it for a second before looking back to David.

"Yeah, in a couple of hours probably."

"Excellent. Let me know when you finished.""And what qualifies you for this?" The Scot seemed determined to antagonize everyone that day. She wondered what he had done to rile the Arab man up so much.

"Oh, do you think you could do it better?" Jefferson asked sarcastically. The Scot was undeterred, stepping forward.

"I merely wonder what your job was off this island that makes you so sure you can fix that."

"You want to know what I did for a living?" Jefferson asked as everyone watched on.

"I do believe that is what I asked," the Scot said softly.

"You first," Jefferson called his bluff. The Scot scowled but didn't say anything else. "That's what I thought."

Jefferson stalked off and Belle followed. They weren't exactly friends but he had been kind to her and she felt a strange sort of loyalty to him.

Jefferson set up shop by the plane. Belle stood by and watched as Jefferson took the thing apart or occasionally rummaged through the plane for something he needed. She watched the others when Jefferson was absorbed in his work, wondering about all of them. The Scot was building a shelter on the outskirts of the camp, taking things out of the plane as he worked. He caught her watching once and flashed her a sarcastic smile, all teeth and scorn. She looked away disinterestedly, her focus on the other passengers. The mom and her son were sitting on the beach, letting the water rush over their toes.

The pregnant girl was talking to David, the handcuffs now in his hands. They were both looking around wondering if there was a dangerous person among them. The Doctor was bending over a body doing something though Belle couldn't tell what. There was another girl lying on the beach, sunbathing of all things. A woman with a short pixie cut was talking to a nervous looking ginger man. "Noticed the other passengers, have you?" Jefferson asked, watching Belle stare at a Chinese couple further down the beach.

"It would be impossible not to," she murmured, turning her attention back to Jefferson. "How are things going?"

"Well," he said pulling a wire gently, "The good news is I have nearly fixed it. The bad news is the battery will not last long."

"Long enough for us to send a distress call?"

"I hope so. What happened in the jungle?" Jefferson asked, his eyes never leaving his work.

"We found the pilot. Alive," she added, unsure of how much she should say.

"I guess that's not the case now," Jefferson said wryly.

"Something evil is living in that jungle."

"What did the pilot say?"

Belle sighed as fear threatened to overwhelm her again. "He said that we were over six hours off course. No one knows where we are, they're looking in the wrong place."

Jefferson's hands paused as he looked up at her, looking afraid for the first time. "What?"

"No one is coming for us."

Jefferson stared off into space for a moment. "They will. We will send a distress call and will be rescued by tomorrow morning. I have to get home."

"What's back home?" She asked as he begun working determinedly again. His jaw tightened for a moment. "My daughter. Grace."

Jefferson dialed the number again, hoping for a different result. "Hello?"

"Alice? It's me."

"Do you know what time it is?" The woman hissed angrily.

"Is she still awake?"

"Jeff..."

"Let me talk to my daughter."

There was a pause on the end of the line as Alice went to get their daughter. Grace was the light of Jefferson's life and it pained him he could not see her the way he used to. The divorce had been ugly and Alice had ended up with sole custody of their only daughter. Jefferson was allowed visitation but Alice rarely granted it. She had remarried and was trying to edge him out and make her new husband a Dad to Grace. Jefferson was having none of it. If Alice wasn't going to let him see their daughter she damn well would let him talk to Grace.

"Dad?" Grace's voice came from the end.

"Grace," he breathed, relieved. He had half expected Alice to just hang up again.

"Dad, when are you coming home?" She asked, her voice high and needy.

"Tomorrow, I promise."

"I want to see you. I miss you. I hate it here. The caterpillar is trying to force me to call him Dad."Jefferson felt his blood boil. Grace called her step-dad the caterpillar, after a comment Jefferson had made once about how the lanky smoker his ex-wife married resembled the caterpillar from Alice in Wonderland. Grace had latched onto the nickname, much to her mother's displeasure.

"Don't say that, Gracie. You don't hate it there, and you don't have to call him Dad if you don't want to."

"I want to live with you. Why can't I live with you? Mom can start a new family and leave us alone."

"That's enough!" Alice snapped, taking the phone from their ten-year old. "What are you saying to her?!"

"What am I doing? What are you doing? She's miserable!" Jefferson demanded, outraged with his ex-wife.

"She's a child. She doesn't need you filling her head with your bullshit!"

"She needs her father!"

"She has a new father. One who is there for her, one that isn't constantly gone on little trips. Stop calling, Jefferson. Let us be."

Alice hung up on him. Enraged, Jefferson threw his phone across the wall of his expensive hotel room. The battery flew out which satisfied him. If Alice thought she could shut him out she was sorely mistaken. He had some last minute business to finish up with Albert Spencer and then he would be home. He had an appointment with a very respected lawyer that worked for the prestigious Gold, Kitsiss, and Horowitz, Mr. Kitsiss. It was said the man never lost, and Jefferson needed that if he wanted to get his little Grace back. He sighed and grabbed his suit jacket and suit case. Albert Spencer first, then custody of his daughter.

***"All fixed," Jefferson said. He handed it to David who motioned to turn the knob on. "Don't turn it on yet. There isn't much battery left and has no signal, but we might get one from somewhere high up. Like there." Jefferson pointed to the top a very large hill.

"We better get going," David agreed.

"Wait, I'm coming with you," Belle called, jogging after them. Sean followed along with Archie the ginger, the sunbather Ruby, the mother Emma Swan, and the Scotsman Nicholas Gold. Emma had left her son in the very capable hands of Mary Margaret, the woman with the pixie cut who revealed she was a fourth grade elementary teacher.

They were an odd group of people trekking through the jungle. David led the way with faithful Sean right behind him. Belle and Jefferson followed, both saying little. Ruby huffed slightly behind them and Belle was betting the girl was wishing she hadn't worn peep toe sandals. Archie and Emma were behind her, Emma looking serious and Archie nervous. Nicholas brought up the rear making snide comments that everyone else was ignoring.

Belle was nervous about the monster returning to kill them all. She couldn't tell if David or Sean were, they both seemed so at ease. She wondered how they achieved such an easy confidence when she herself was so nervous. She planned to ask them after they sent their signal when a loud roar came from their left. Everyone paused for a moment in time to see a huge white bear charging towards them.

"Run!" David yelled although no one needed to be told to. Belle took off as fast as she could towards a forest of tall bamboo shoots. Everyone seemed to have the same idea, the shoots were spaced far enough apart that a human could squeeze into but a large bear could not. That was assuming the bear didn't catch them went to jump over a large tree root sticking out of the ground but her foot caught it and she stumbled, falling on her face. The bear roared again and she squeezed her eyes shut and waited for claws and fangs to rip apart her skin when several gun shots rang out in front of her. She peeked an eye open and saw Nicholas standing in front of her with a gun in his hands and a dead bear at his feet."Your hero," he said smartly, offering her a hand. She accepted and got to her feet as the rest of the group came back, each one looking stunned.

"Are you okay?" Jefferson asked Belle, looking mildly concerned. She nodded, her eyes still locked on Nicholas's face.

"Where did you get a gun?" David asked the question everyone was thinking.

"I took it off a dead U.S. Marshal."

"Looks like we found who the handcuffs belong to," Sean piped up.

"Oh no, boy. I'm no criminal," Nicholas's eyes left Belle's, sliding over to Emma who stared him down intensely.

"Why don't you give me the gun," David suggested in a tone that wasn't really a suggestion at all. Nicholas chuckled.

"Oh I think not. Try again, Prince Charming."

"Why don't you give the gun to someone else?" Jefferson cut in quickly, trying to prevent another argument from escalating.

Gold looked at Jefferson and then flipped the gun in his hand, holding the handle out to Belle. She looked up at him for a moment, surprised, and then took it. "Don't try to shoot me dearie. You owe me." He gave her one last look and then walked past her to continue on their journey for high ground. The rest followed and Jefferson showed Belle how to disarm it before she tucked nervously into the back of her jeans. She would give it to David once they got back to the beach.

They reached the top of the high part of the island about an hour later. David handed Jefferson back the transceiver and with click, Jefferson turned it on.

"We are survivors of Oceanic flight 815, we've landed somewhere off the coast of Fiji," he said. He took his hand off the button and listened for any response. Loud static greeted them, so Jefferson tried again. "I think something is blocking the transmission," Jefferson said as he begun to fiddle with the knob. The static shifted into a woman's voice and everyone froze.

"It's a man!" Ruby exclaimed excitedly.

"He's Irish. Never thought I'd be happy to hear the bloody Irish," Nicholas said, his voice more on edge than usual.

The voice was faint and the words were difficult to make out. Jefferson placed the transceiver against his ear.

"What's he saying?" Emma asked seriously.

Jefferson was pale and serious. "He's saying, I'm alone now, I'm on the island alone. Please someone come. The others are...the others are dead. It killed them. It killed them all." He listened for another moment, his hands shaking the entire time.

"Is that all he said?" David asked, his face just as pale. Jefferson nodded. The all shared a collective look of fear.

"Guys," Emma asked, "Where are we?