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dr_juliet_burke
 Juliet is humming as she goes to Ana's house. It's unbelievably hot out for December, so she's in a tank and shorts and every so often swipes at the sweat on her brow.

It'll be nice to spend time with Ana. It feels like it's been forever - and frankly, it feels like Ana's been avoiding her. She can't help but feel like maybe she caught wind of Ben and Juliet reconciling, and that's the reason for her not speaking to her, but she hopes not.

She gets to Ana's front stoop and knocks lightly.

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dr_juliet_burke
 Juliet walks to Ben's, a few supplies in tow. Truthfully, she's altogether a bit nervous about running into the Smoke Monster there. She's resolved to not speak of him with Ben, not voice her concerns, not voice her opinion on the matter, not ANYTHING. It will be easier on both of them and she'll be damned if she lets the Monster come between their friendship again.

She knocks on the door, humming to herself, waiting for him to answer.

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derp!
dr_juliet_burke
 Juliet wriggles on the bed and stretches, yawning. She had just been napping - it was an excellent nap, in fact - and she was feeling a little lighter and happier than she had in the past few days, what with everything going on.

She lifts herself off the bed and pads down the hallway, humming to herself. She grabs a glass of water and downs it, and then wanders out to the living room, looking sleep-tousled. 

She sees James sitting on the couch, reading, and grins derpily, settling down beside him and pressing sleepy kisses against his cheek.

Hi. Hi there.

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dr_juliet_burke

 Juliet runs a finger around the edge of her mug, inhaling the sweet scent of her lemon-honey tea. Everyone is feeling better, including herself, and she's been taking advantage of the downtime. 

Unfortunately, it's given her time to think. To think about everything that's happened. And to think about what she discovered about Ben and...

Well, maybe she shouldn't draw conclusions. But things were falling into place, things that hadn't made sense before. She hated it. She hated the idea of having to talk to Ben about this. Hell, she wasn't even sure what she'd say to him. 

First, however, she had decided. She needs to talk to James.

And right on cue, she hears the front door open.

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dr_juliet_burke
 Juliet is sitting at the desk in the back room of the infirmary. Sweat is dripping in a steady trail down her forehead, and she's swaying in her seat. She had been trying so desperately to concentrate on the blood cultures, but her attempt is now out the window and there's a glazed look in her eyes. Every so often she has to turn away and cough and fight off the darkness tugging at her vision.

Her face is twisted up and her eyes occasionally dart to the side of her, as if there's someone there only she can see. She hears a small noise and waves her hand impatiently as if flicking away a fly. It seems to return her to her previous task of studying the cultures - somewhat. She murmurs over her shoulder,


Quiet, Rachel. M'trying to work.

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look down sigh
dr_juliet_burke
 Juliet drags herself into the infirmary. Once she's out of the vision of anybody, behind close doors, she lets out a tiny, dry sob and slumps weakly to the floor. She closes her eyes, wondering vaguely if anyone will notice if she just curls up and dies here. Probably. But god, does she ever want to.

Her brain suddenly registers the sound of boxes and a deep voice murmuring. Too exhausted to be startled, she pushes herself to her feet, wobbling, and walks to the back room.

The Smoke Monster is standing with his back to her, rummaging through the medicine cupboard.

Uh...

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dr_juliet_burke
Juliet is sitting at her desk. She rubs at her sore neck and peers out into the darkness beyond her window. It's well past infirmary closing hours, but she needed very badly to finish this inventory. They're running low on supplies again.

She leans back in her chair and rubs her eyes, sighing.

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RAAAAIN
dr_juliet_burke
It's gloomy and wet outside, and yet Juliet finds herself wandering through the drizzle, thoughts bashing against the inside of her skull without mercy.

She's done nothing but feel guilty over the whole Ben situation. Both what Ben said and the idea that James doesn't know - these thoughts are slowly eating away at her. Plus there's the worry over the whole "Smoke-Monster-ruining-the-wedding" situation.

Juliet suddenly realizes where she is, coming out of her haze of thoughts with a bit of a start. She's walked this far and didn't even realize, and now she stands in front of the makeshift church Eko is building for Charlie and Claire. There doesn't seem to be anyone around at the moment, though a fallen tree and an axe are nearby.

She stares at it for a long moment before slowly walking around the structure, contemplating the workmanship. A church on the Island. Huh.

Juliet decided a long time ago she didn't believe in God, because if she did, she'd also have to believe he was cruel. No one can watch a baby die before taking their first breath and believe that there is a just, fair God somewhere out there who cares only for the well being of humanity.

These beliefs, if anything, have been reaffirmed by her time spent here. To see such devotion by so many to the name of Almighty Jacob, only to find out who this man - yes, just a man - really was? And to think that they all just blindly followed their own personal Island deity like sheep, utterly convinced he was there for them and would continue to be there for them in their time of need... it would be laughable if it wasn't so depressing.

She'd love to believe in a God, if she's being honest. Because with a God comes the idea of heaven, and heaven as some magical place you go when you die - if you're good, of course... who wants assholes in heaven? - where you get to see all your dead relatives and live in peace and harmony for all of eternity... well. Who wouldn't want that?

But she had died. Juliet had died, and there was no white light, no dead Gran, no clouds, and no harps.

Granted, this situation was probably a little different. She was alive again, inexplicably. Everyone had come back somehow and despite being on the Island, they were all together, healthy, relatively happy.

She runs a hand over the back of her neck at this thought. Most would call it miraculous. Everyone would, actually.

Juliet would not. She doesn't know what to call it, but she knows there are no miracles.

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RAAAAIN
dr_juliet_burke
 Juliet runs through the darkened barracks, grateful for the lampposts that were lighting her way. Halfway to Ben's house, the rain had started, and with a vengeance, and within seconds she was soaked. There was little recourse but to book it to Ben's, and eventually she stood shivering on his doorstep, pounding on the door.

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aw man
dr_juliet_burke
It's with a bit of trepidation that Juliet heads over to Ana's. This could not be a more complicated situation if it tried to be. It somehow managed to ensnare almost all of the people she considered herself closest to.

She makes her way up to Ana's door and knocks gently, leaning against the doorframe.

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