Dazed and confused, Juliet Burke wakes up to nothing but an open field. Just a moment ago, she remembers a humming noise and a bright light coming from the center of the island she’s inhabited for a little over 5 years. She knows who’s behind what just happened.

She screams at the top her lungs, “BEN!”

Suddenly, as if out of thin air, he appeared beside her. She jumped and almost hurt herself on nearby rock.

“Did I startle you?” Ben said giving his full face into his charming, unique grin.

It took a moment for her to regain her composure. “What the hell did you do? What was that sound? What was that…” He cut her off before she could finish her train of questions.

“We don’t have much time together, and I would like to make it as memorable as possible.” He sat down next to the woman he’d never forget.

“Just one question, the freighter? What happened?” Juliet planned the only question she could ask thoroughly before asking.

“It’s my fault, completely and utterly. I could not control myself.” He saw her look of sheer terror and explained himself, “I indirectly killed everyone on the freighter. The mercenary that’s after me had a bomb’s trigger that detonated if he died. And he killed my daughter. He deserved to die.” He glanced at her face again. It was undecipherable.

“Ben, I don’t understand any of this.” This was something that Dr. Burke almost never said. She never liked to feel vulnerable. She hated not being in control. And yet, she was excited to see him here. It was the face of her vulnerability, Benjamin Linus.

“There’s no need to worry. Just let your imagination take control, Juliet.” And instantly they were on a beach. Not the beach of the island. This one was well lit. There was no sign of life but the birds singing a serenade softly behind them.

“Is this some kind of dream?” She said imagining a bottle of red wine in front of them.

Once it appeared, Ben nodded and whispered into her ear, “You could say that.”

Before the moment was to start, she had to see. See if this was real. She decided that if she could taste the wine, she’d believe it. She raised her glass in a toast so he would not get suspicious. The wine was aged to perfection. She couldn’t believe her taste buds.

He met her a quarter of the way before she took control of the moment. She made sure she had the majority power in the situation. The constant power struggle between the two was ongoing. His words rang in her head like a church bell, You’re Mine. At that moment, she had decided she would take control of their relationship. Ben would no longer be the untouchable king and Juliet a lowly servant.

He now realized what she was wearing, as their bodies were getting closer. Juliet a yellow sundress that seemed to make her eyes sparkle in his mind. Himself wearing a loose blue button-up shirt and brown pants. When he felt a pain in his arm, he, reluctantly, stopped.

“You’re bleeding, Ben.” Juliet said after looking at his arm. She saw his blue shirt slowing changing into a brown parka.

“I’m sorry for what I’ve done.” Ben said standing slowly away.

“What do you mean? Where are you going?” Juliet said beginning to cry. She had mixed emotions of fear, sadness, and loss of power.

He chuckled and said, “You ask too many questions. Goodbye, Juliet.”

And he faded away from her mind.

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“BLONDIE! BLONDIE!” All she could hear was Sawyer yelling at her with his sweet southern accent.