Author's Note: Okay guys. This is another season 6 reset story!! Big thanks to teh-Sara and Mad Steph for helping me go with it!

Credit for the plot of Juliet on the plane goes to Adulterous Whore. She's nicely allowing me to go with it :)

Fate's a Fickle Foe:

He intoxicated my heart, it's numb and broken.

Only you can save it, one intoxicated heart to another.

-Me

Planes.. planes.. planes.. Juliet Burke hated planes. She hated Sydney, Australia. She hated Edmund Burke. She hated him and his miracle drug that was her miracle drug. But she would never voice that opinion to anyone as she sat beside him on the plane back to LAX. Currently he was complaining all about how there were no first class tickets left, and she almost told him where he could shove those first class thoughts.

Almost, but she never did. She found herself ignoring him as she usually did these days, looking around at the other passengers that were in their seats as they flew. She was slightly enraptured by the rugged looking man who was sitting across the small aisle from her. She met his gaze for only a brief second before she felt a warning tug on her arm and she turned to look at Edmund.

"I'm over here, dear," he stated calmly.

James "Sawyer" Ford had caught the woman beside him looking at him and he thought maybe he would have flirted had her little boyfriend not intervened. What did a bombshell like her see in such an ugly little bastard like the man beside her anyways, he wondered vaguely. He glanced down at her hand and let his eyes stick to the ring and looked away.

"Sorry," Juliet stated. "What were you saying, Ed? I was lost in thought.."

Edmund could only roll his eyes in response. "With as 'lost in thought' as you get, its amazing we can create a drug to make millions of dollars," he stated.

Juliet narrowed her eyes slightly but she said nothing.

Sawyer could only raise an eyebrow up in response. She hadn't struck him as the timid millionaire's wife from the way she had looked at him just a minute ago, but he supposed he was just being stupid. Then again, from what he could see, she was the reason her husband was a millionaire. He'd been annoyed for thirty minutes listening to the man complain about not getting first class and she had seemed equally annoyed. He didn't quite know why he didn't see she was the man's wife until now.

"Honestly, Jules.." Edmund stated with a sigh. "You really should be more happy about this, I'm doing a lot of good for people."

Juliet glanced at him. The truth was that they he was indeed doing a lot of good for people, but the sad truth was that she knew Edmund didn't actually give a damn. She found herself understanding Edmund less and less the more time went on. "Of course you are.."

Edmund watched as her glance drifted in the opposite direction and he realized his mistake. "I meant we, Juliet, we're doing a lot of good for people."

"You, we, same thing," Juliet answered in reply.

"Exactly," Edmund stated.

Sawyer rolled his eyes. "Oh please.." he muttered under his breath. He was surprised to see when she threw him an amused look, but apparently her husband didn't share the sentiment. Perhaps she wasn't as easily intimidated by her husband as she seemed. For just a moment there was something in that amused look that beckoned him into familiarity, but it disappeared as quickly as the amusement on her face.

But the turbulence hit, everything started shaking and he fasted his seatbelt as was suggested by the sign. And when the unfortunate people who hadn't buckled up started flying and hitting things, he found himself daring another glance over at the woman only to find those blue eyes trained on him as well. And the dark wallow of acceptance over their fate felt vaguely familiar before everything went dark.

~*~*~*~

Screams.. screams.. screams. They haunted her mind as she opened her eyes and found herself staring up at the man who had been sitting right across from her. The bafflement must have been clear on her face because he started talking pretty quickly.

"Plane crashed," Sawyer told her quickly. "Whole damn thing tore apart mid-freakin'-flight."

Juliet took his offered hand as he pulled her up to her feet. She dared to glance around at everyone who was screaming and yelling and she nearly keeled over again at the realization that this man wasn't screwing with her. She felt light-headed, dizzy, and vaguely nauseous but she sucked it up. Clearly there were people who were dead or in worse condition then her minor issues.

"You alright?" Sawyer questioned, glancing her over for a moment. She looked alright.

"Yes," she answered, glancing back at the man. "Sorry.." she muttered, glancing down. "I just, I hate planes."

Sawyer glanced around at the burning wreckage. "Huh.. couldn't imagine why."

Juliet released a chuckle before she could help herself.

"There's a doctor runnin' round and tryin' to help people," Sawyer stated with a shrug. "Don't know how much one guy can really do."

Juliet studied him with curiosity. There was no chance in hell this guy was talking about Edmund. Edmund didn't know how to help anyone else but himself. He'd be off somewhere trying to help himself, likely not even wondering about his wife. "Where is he? I can help.."

Sawyer arched an eyebrow in response.

"I'm a doctor.." Juliet explained at his look of curiosity.

Sawyer shrugged. "His names Jack," he stated. "He's over there," he told her, pointing over to a the man trying to resuscitate an African American woman.

Juliet nodded slightly. She turned to head towards the doctor but she stopped and glanced back at the man behind her. "I'm sorry.. thank you.. um.."

Sawyer thought about it for a moment. "James, call me Sawyer." Why the hell had he just done that? He never did that.

Juliet narrowed her eyes for a moment. "Well.. thank you-- James, I don't think Sawyer suites you.." she told him. "I'm Juliet."

Sawyer arched an eyebrow for a second time as she walked away from him. She had no idea what she was talking about. Sawyer suited him perfectly.

Jack Shepard glanced up at the blonde woman who came over after he got the woman Rose breathing again and back up.

"I'm sorry, um.. you're Jack?" she questioned.

Jack nodded. "Yes, are you alright?"

Juliet nodded. "Yes, I'm Juliet.. I'm a doctor, I was hoping to help."

Jack was only vaguely surprised. She seemed a little too timid for a doctor.

"Well, more like a researcher.." she corrected. "I'm a fertility doctor.. but, I still know more then the basics."

Jack smiled and nodded. "Nice to meet you," he stated, holding out a hand to shake. When she shook it he nodded his head to all the people around him. "There's a lot of dead.. a lot of injured, the dead we can take care of later, the minor injuries should be fine for now, let's try and get to people with the rougher injuries."

"Of course.." Juliet agreed.

Jack thought about it for a moment. "Wait, you said a fertility doctor?"

Juliet nodded. "Yes, that's right.."

"There's a woman, right over there," he stated, pointing over to a large man and a very pregnant blonde woman. "Her name is Claire, due in about a month give or take a few days.. think you could check her out?"

Juliet smiled. Right up her alley. "Not a problem, I'll stick with her, let me know if there's anything else I can do."

"Will do," Jack assured her, standing up and walking away.

Juliet was slightly relieved to be given a task. Edmund would have sat her in a corner and told her to observe so she didn't screw anything up. She'd once heard him on the phone with a colleague chatting about how women were only good at three things, and all three involved staying at home. She knew what he meant. Cooking, cleaning and sex. He was an asshole. And she was too attached to her ethics to get divorced and admit defeat like her parents.

She made her way over to the woman Claire and the larger man. "Hi there, you must be Claire," she said with a small smile. "I'm Juliet."

Claire stared at her with uncertainty. "I don't.. need two babysitters.." she stated in-between deep breaths.

Juliet chuckled. "Not why I'm here," she assured her. "I'm a fertility doctor, baby doctor to put it simply.." she explained. "I just wanted to check you out."

Claire nodded slightly. "Okay.." she agreed.

Sawyer took a seat on a piece of debris and watched the blonde from a distance. She clearly tried to hide it, which she did well, but beneath the demeaning clothes that showed no curves, he could still see the curves. Why would any woman try to hide how attractive they were? Probably because their jackass husbands made them. Then again.. that didn't seem to be an issue.

He watched Juliet's husband sit off to the side with no care of the world about his wife or other people. If she was a doctor and she worked under him, clearly he was a doctor as well. Yet he sat there watching rather then doing anything.

"Not much of a people person?"

Sawyer glanced over at the Asian man who sat down beside him. "Nope," he answered. "Figured I had that vibe just glowin' off me. Guess not enough, seein' as you decided to come chit-chat anyways."

He chuckled. "I'm Miles."

"Sawyer."

"That blonde chick keeps eyeballin' you," Miles pointed out.

Sawyer smirked now, noticing that Miles was right. Juliet kept glancing over at him.

"So does her hubby," he stated, jerking his thumb in another direction.

Sawyer glanced over at 'Ed' and laughed.

"How's an ugly bastard like that get a wife like that?" Miles questioned with curiosity. "Could be money, but she doesn't look like a trophy wife. Couldn't be love. He doesn't seem to give a damn about anyone.."

Sawyer chuckled. "People are prolly' sayin' the same shit about us."

"Probably," Miles agreed. "But at least we're 'chit-chattin' and at least you helped the blonde."

Sawyer blinked, as though he only just realized that the other guy, Miles, was right. "Huh.." he muttered. "Imagine that." For whatever reason, he couldn't find it in him to dislike the guy next to him, in fact, he kind of enjoyed his company. Plane crashes did pretty odd freakin' things to people.

Both men glanced up at the sudden turmoil and screams as Juliet and the larger man, that they didn't know the name of, ran with the pregnant woman. The wing of the plane was falling and just missed crushing the three of them.

"Holy shit," Miles muttered.

"No kiddin'," Sawyer responded. Now he narrowed his eyes slightly as 'hubby' went stalking towards the three.

"He doesn't look happy."

"Nope.." Sawyer replied, watching carefully.

Juliet was helping Claire and Hurley sit up and she felt a hand grasp her wrist tightly and pull her up to her feet. "What are yuh--"

"Are you trying to kill people, Julie?" Edmund questioned, tightening his grip on her wrist. "Go back to useless instead of being a death sentence, you work in a lab, go sit over there and don't talk to anyone," he ordered her, pointing over to an area clear of people.

Juliet was silent for a minute as she locked eyes with him. "But I--"

"Don't fight about this, just do what I said," Edmund stated, giving her a brief shove.

"I thought she was a doctor," Claire stated, watching Juliet walk away.

"She is," Edmund told her. "But 'doctor' is just a label my dear, she's entirely useless in the medical field. Don't worry, I'll look you over."

Sawyer arched an eyebrow up at Edmund's words. He watched Juliet flinch slightly at the words but he got the feeling she heard that kind of crap a lot from her husband. He also noticed her self-consciously rubbing her wrist. He'd punch the guy out if he thought it would knock any sense into the useless bastard. He noticed now a few people, including Jack the doctor had also caught the scene, but they quickly went back to whatever they were doing.

Juliet sat silently by herself as she watched Edmund check over Claire just as she had done. She could only vaguely remember what it was about Edmund Burke that had gotten her to fall in love with him. She supposed it was because before the money, before the power, he'd actually cared? Or maybe she just thought he did.

She had married him at the age of 26, and just a month ago they'd hit their tenth year of marriage. She'd spent the anniversary alone. He'd spent it with his newest secretary. She didn't deny knowing about all of his little voyages, she was simply used to it. Years one, two and three he'd been all about her.

Year four he'd be decent, but distant.

Year five he got promoted.

Year six he started working late.

Year seven he sometimes worked over-night.

Year eight he went on weekend business trips.

Year nine he went on week-long business trips every month.

This year he had the balls to occasionally ask her if he could have the house to himself for a night. About once or twice a month. She gave up questioning him, and would simply go stay with Rachel those nights. For the week before the trip to Australia she hadn't gone back home. She'd been planning to leave him, the papers lay signed by her in Rachel's apartment.

He'd blackmailed her into the trip after finding out about her unsanctioned fertility treatments on Rachel. The deal was that she had to go present her fertility drug as his fertility drug, she hadn't realized he was obviously paying attention, because he showed Rachel as their test subject. It was her drug. Her pregnant sister. And he got all the glory for something she hadn't wanted publicized.

God must have hated her. Because why else would he have let her marry such a narcissistic bastard, take away all of her success and give it to him, crash her plane and take away the possibility of ever seeing her sister again, and of ever meeting her unborn niece or nephew? The answer seemed pretty clear to her.

Someone up there behind those big god-damned pearly-gates wanted to watch her suffer. Obviously they found it amusing, because if she never got off this island, that meant she'd be stuck in this loveless, hateful marriage for the rest of her life. And on a deserted island? It was probably going to be a life soon ended.

()()TBC()()

Yes. The multi-tasking begins! Fortunately, the more I chatted with people about wanting to do this story, the more I wanted to get it up and rolling. So here it is!