A/N: Basically class is boring and writing is not. This is a drabble (and a half) about Jack. It's pretty metaphorical, so it's up for some interpretation. Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: Don't own Lost or Jate.

Choking, spinning, drowning. The water all around you. Waves crashing. You look each way and don't know where to go, but you struggle to keep your head above water. You don't give up, you don't let go. You were always too stubborn for that. It is a losing fight, your path away from destiny. You grow too tired, too thirsty, too weak. You look to the right; you see her struggling in the water. She was always the stronger swimmer. You sink into the depths. You die.

…but then you are reborn.

The water is calmer here, clear, clear enough to see everything. There's no more struggle, no more fight. You are waiting, waiting to be told where to go, what to do. You are floating, drifting slowly. But you are tired, and she is not there. You limbs grow numb, phantom from non-use. Without her, you are sinking. Choking, spinning, drowning.

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