If there was one thing Jackson Oz should have learned after ten years of working and dealing with her it was this: You didn't want to get on Jamie Campbell's fucking list.

She wasn't upset that he didn't trust her, hell, she'd earned that from him at the least. She wasn't really mad about being locked in the plane's cell either, though it still rankled her that she let him catch her off guard enough to succeed at it. And if she were honest with herself, the majority of her anger wasn't coming from his insane decision to knock a giant hole in the Barrier either, though she certainly wasn't happy about the prospect of battling every animal in North America again. No, her fury stemmed from another source altogether.

Jackson fucked with her plane.

HER PLANE.

In the years after losing Mitch on Pangaea, and in the awful time after Max took Clementine away from her, her only connection to Mitch was the plane. On the long nights when she was too exhausted from chasing down Shepherds to close her eyes she would wander his lab, running her hands along the cool, clean lines of the equipment, remembering him in his world, hunched over a microscope, or listening to Soundgarden while he pored over a pile of mystery bones. The nights after Logan left her and she couldn't bear the empty, echoing penthouse for another second, she sat at the bar, drinking as she imagined Mitch beside her, working a crossword puzzle and a bottle of vodka at the same time. The nights when she was so lonely she couldn't bear to exist, the plane was there to remind her, to soothe her...to save her. She'd told Mitch when he'd first come out of the tank that she kept the plane because she thought it should stay in the family, and that was true- the team had been the closest thing she'd had to a family since her mother died and the plane had been the closest thing she'd had to a home in a long, long time. But the truth was she'd kept it to be near him in the only way she could.

The shock of it crashing through the Barrier knocked Jackson and Tessa off their feet; before they could recover Jamie jerked free of Mitch's protective hold on her and strode furiously through the pelting rain of dust and debris from the crumbling wall. The plane's engines were still running but its forward momentum had stopped and she could feel the whine of the turbines agitating her already furiously buzzing brain; when she reached Jackson, just as he rose to his knees she kicked him full in the face, knocking him over on his back where he lay groaning in the dirt. Tessa reached for her rifle that lay just out her grasp but Jamie pointed the pistol she still held at her and snapped, "Don't try me."

The plane's navigational tablet lay in the dust a few feet away and Jamie stepped over Jackson's legs to pick it up. He struggled to a sitting position, holding his hand over an already swelling, bloody eye. "What the hell, Jamie?"

She knew it was irrational, she knew it was grief speaking - grief for Logan, grief for the world once Abigail's monsters roamed free - but she swung on Jackson, pointing the pistol at his face as Abe and Dariela sprang forward with a shout. She felt Mitch at her elbow too, but she kept her gaze on Jackson and Tessa, who had crawled to his side and was halfway shielding Jackson from Jamie's gun. Her eyes were hard and her voice was cold when she spoke. "I spent years hunting down the people who tried to destroy the world. Your father's friends, and your sister's friends, who sterilized mankind and who are so close to ending humanity. I did unspeakable things to stop them, terrible things you can't even imagine."

She heard Mitch mutter to Clem behind her, "Tandoori restaurant, sewer. Ask her about it sometime."

"It seems that every time something horrible happens in the world, there's an Oz behind it." She could feel the fury welling inside her, and her hand shook slightly as she waved her gun at the gaping hole in the barrier, still hazed with dust. "You just doomed us all on the promise of a madwoman. Maybe we've been worrying about the wrong member of the Oz family, going after your sister. Maybe you're the Oz we need to stop."

Abe tried to placate her, reaching a hand out between her and Jackson. "Jamie, please, think for a moment. We are all under a lot of pressure, Jackson only did what he thought was right."

She glanced at Abe and nodded coldly. "I did what I thought was right and he locked me in a cage for it."

Sirens started whooping across the compound as a metallic voice erupted suddenly from the loudspeaker. "ALERT! ALERT! THE BARRIER HAS BEEN BREACHED. REPORT TO EVACUATION ZONES."

Mitch touched Jamie's arm lightly but she felt the urgency behind it- and the worry. "Can we revisit this later? I think we need to get inside now."

Abe nodded in agreement. "Mitch is right. The beacon was disabled so the hybrids are not attacking yet but they will before long. It's not safe out here."

He reached down to help Jackson up, looking up at Jamie questioningly. She sighed and lowered the gun but said darkly, "We're not done here."

"No," Jackson glowered back at her, touching his tender head, "I'd say we're not. But right now I have a phone call to make. Let Abigail know she got what she wanted."

"Lets get to the infirmary," Dariela added. "They reinforced it during the hybrid attack, and we can check on Sam while we're there."

Everyone started to move towards the interior of the compound but Jamie held back, sticking her pistol in her waistband and turning her attention to the navigational tablet. The plane was still running, the engines whining at an uncomfortably high pitch, though it was largely unnoticed among the chaos of evacuations and the blaring warning sirens. Mitch realized she wasn't with them and stopped Clem, muttering something in her ear. She glanced at Jamie, nodded at her father, and turning back to the others trotted to catch up as they went through the armored doors into the interior. He watched his daughter walk into the safer area inside the building, nodded to himself, then turned back to Jamie.

She was working the tablet furiously, her fingers skittering over it so fast they were a blur. She glanced up at Mitch, frowning with concentration and said, "I have to get these engines turned off. They draw air in, superheat it and expel it for thrust and right now they are sucking in dust and little bits of concrete from the crash and eventually they are going to clog up, which means no air flow, which means overheating which means-"

"Boom," Mitch finished for her, pushing his glasses up on his nose as he peered over her shoulder at the display. "Everybody in the compound burns alive. Including us. So why isn't it working?"

"I don't know," she replied, her voice tight. The engines had grown noticeably louder, making the air vibrate around them. "Maybe something was broken when Jackson dropped it. I've tried just about everything, but maybe this..." she hesitated, tapped the tablet once, then half-smiled at him and asked, "There's still some of the good stuff on the plane, wanna go get a drink?"

Before he could answer the rear of the plane started to shudder and the vehicle bay hatch started to slowly drop, screeching as it scraped against the concrete remains of the wall. It was at least fifty yards from where they stood, and well outside of what had been the perimeter. She'd have to make it to the pile of rubble, then climb over it to get into the bay, and then make it to the handle on the wall to close the ramp. Mitch shook his head, "No, Jamie, it's too far. There could still be hybrids out there-"

She pulled the pistol from her waistband and slapped it into Mitch's hand, kissing him quickly as she said, "And that's why I need you to cover me. I have to turn them off, Mitch, this is the only way." Before he could reply, or even kiss her back, she was gone, sprinting toward the open bay door as the plane's engines started to shriek in earnest. She made it to the debris pile without incident, but as she started to navigate her way over the uneven rubble a shadowy, wolf-like figure loomed out of the dust above her. Mitch shouted to her as he raised her pistol and fired a shot, catching the razorback in the eye, killing it instantly; Jamie looked up just in time to see the hybrid tumble past her, landing dead on the ground. "Nice shootin', Tex!" she called to him, "But where there's one, there's more, so if you're coming you'd better run!"

She didn't wait to see if he was following, the bay was only a few feet away and the plane was beginning to shriek and shake with the strain of the engines. Three steps and she was in, her feet made contact with the steel floor and she was running up the ramp to the handle that would draw it back up.

"Close the hatch, Jamie!" she suddenly heard Mitch shout in panic and then several gunshots; jerking the handle until the ramp started to rise, she ran to the edge just as Mitch launched himself through, tossing the pistol to Jamie. "SHOOT IT!" he screamed and Jamie expertly manuevered the pistol up just as a massive, monstrous head, long and narrow and lined with sharp, gnashing teeth appeared, then a three-toed claw hooked itself over the edge of the rising ramp, straining to pull itself up and over after them. Jamie fired twice and the beast shrieked and lost its grip, falling away as the bay sealed itself.

"What the hell was that?" Jamie gasped.

Wide eyed and panting, Mitch said, "Some kind of...dinosaur?"

She frowned at him, shook her head and rose shakily to her feet. "I'm not even going to try to process that," she said, looking uneasily at the hatch. "Engines first, then dinosaur hybrids."

Mitch scrambled to his feet behind her. "I'm good with that," he said, and they sprinted up the staircase to the cockpit. While she had turned it into a breakfast nook, because honestly, you couldn't beat the view, Jamie also had the sense to leave the controls intact because, as Jackson had so amply proven today, it was also easy to commandeer or break. She ran to the control panel and in one practiced movement flipped four switches to the off position, sighing with relief as the whine of the engines immediately slowed and started winding down.

Mitch sagged into one of the breakfast nook chairs, rubbing his eyes wearily under his glasses; Jamie leaned lightly against the control panel, watching him as the plane grew quieter. Since he had come back from the dead it was like she couldn't get enough of him, even if it was just watching him tiredly rub his eyes, or pour a drink, or to touch his shoulder in passing. She tried to hide it, the hunger for him, especially around the others, but she was pretty sure she was failing miserably. Even Max had seen it when he rejoined them in Peru.

Max, She smiled softly thinking about Mitch's father, who had died holding his newborn great-grandson after saving them all from toxic spores in South Korea. He had caused her so much pain when he took Clementine away that she was sure she could never forgive him but like every other woman in his life, apparently, she did. He was a charming devil.

Mitch opened his eyes and caught her small smile, which he returned. "What are you thinking about?" he asked. "Hybrid dinosaurs? Shepherd hunting? Missing cats in Brentwood?"

She laughed at that and shook her head. "Max."

She expected Mitch to frown, which was his usual reaction to any mention of Max, but instead he smiled too, though it was tinged with sadness. "I never thought I'd say it, but I miss the old bastard. I don't forgive him, but I miss him."

Jamie smiled at that and sat across from Mitch in the other nook chair. They were so close their knees touched but neither made a move toward the other. "He loved you. I was supposed to tell you that about eleven years ago but..." she swallowed suddenly, remembering why she hadn't passed that message on, "but it slipped my mind."

"Oh really," Mitch snorted, "I can just imagine that conversation. How many times did he hit on you before he mentioned that?" Bitterness had seeped into his tone and Jamie reached out and took Mitch's hand.

"I stopped him in the hall after you and he hashed it out about Allison," she said, looking down at the hand she held, caressing his fingers but avoiding his gaze. "I told him I was glad I had met him because it helped me to understand you." Mitch squeezed her hand and she looked up at him, her face flushing bright red, "He said, 'I think you love my son' and I told him he was crazy. He said, 'Well, I love my son,' and asked me to tell you."

Mitch was quiet for a few seconds, then asked, "Was he?"

"Was he what?" Jamie asked in confusion.

Mitch cupped the side of her face with his free hand and drew her eyes up to his. "Was he crazy?"

Before Jamie could form a reply Mitch's phone rang, startling them both out of the moment. Mitch let his fingers caress her cheek as he withdrew them and she held on to his hand for an extra beat before he cleared his throat, put the phone up to his ear and answered, "Yeah?"

Clem's voice sounded small and scared. "Dad, where are you?"