This is a plot bunny that's burrowed itself into my brain. So here's the deal: Annie left the island in 1992, (before the purge). All the island stuff is taken care (like the Oceanic Six are all famous now and stuff). Please give me feedback so I can decide whether to continue or not.

Annie walked to the door, as if it was perfectly common for her to open the door at eleven pm, and in her pajamas no less. But she knew who it was. She had been expecting for thirteen years. And she was glad to see him.

"Ben!" She cried as she threw her arms around him. Ben pulled the door shut as he stepped into the large house.

"Annie," He said softly, looking into her eyes.

They hadn't talked face-to-face for thirteen years.

Ben removed his shoes and set them by the door, next to a pair of sneakers that looked to small to belong to Annie. The two lovers walked to the couch. Annie sat down.

Ben looked around. The walls had framed pictures of a boy on them. A boy with blue eyes. A boy with brown hair that stuck up in all directions. The photos were clearly candid. In one photo, the boy was reading. In another, the boy was holding a rabbit.

"He reminds me of you every second. They way he does everything." She paused. "I didn't tell him."

"Good," Ben replied, sounding distant. A tear ran down his cheek.

Annie got up from the couch and walked to Ben. She took his hand in hers. The two walked back to the couch.

"He's perfect. Very smart. I always feel like he's ten steps ahead. Very much like someone else I know." She smiled at Ben. "I have a good feeling about the two of you."

"I hope so," he replied.

Annie yawned. "C'mon, let's go upstairs."

Ben grabbed the duffel bag he had brought along. They walked up the stairs. At the top of the stairs, Ben kissed her.

"I was hoping you wouldn't forget to do that," She said, giggling.

"How could I?" Ben said, and was distracted by a door. There was a sign on the door reading, "Benji's Room. Please knock."

"Because you could be my only Ben," Annie said. "Do you want to see him?"

"Of course," Ben replied.

Annie turned the knob, and pushed the door open. However, instead of sleeping, the boy from the pictures was sitting up in bed, reading. He looked at his father.