Title: Unfixable

Dislaimer: I don't own LOST... Somebody else does... I just like to play with their characters... And their dialogue...

Note: This is my first ever fanfic... Please be gentle!

FLASHBACK

Flickered. That's what the tiny flames still hanging on to the barely lit candles were doing. My eyes revealed my clear disappointment as they stared deep into the light. He's not coming home, my mind screamed. Ripping my gaze from the long-stemmed candles, my eyes fell to the rest of the immaculately set table. The plate across from me was still full of food, beginning to congeal after sitting out for so long. My plate was barely touched as well, the food pushed around, but not eaten. Willing myself not to cry, I glanced back at the clock on the kitchen wall- 11:35pm. I almost laughed, realizing that I'd sat there for over 4 hours, but it was replaced with extreme hurt. Rising, I left everything on the table, and, blowing out the candles, moved slowly upstairs. My hurt was quickly evaporating with each step, immediately filled with anger and frustration. By the time I reached the master bedroom, my cheeks felt flushed with rage. In a fluid motion, I jerked my wedding rings off and threw them across the bedroom floor with a scream. Suddenly overwhelmed, I collapsed to the edge of the bed, sobbing uncontrollably.

I woke up, startled, when I heard the front door open. Frowning, I glanced over at the glowing alarm clock, which read 4:23am. I rubbed my eyes, realizing I'd fallen asleep; they felt raw and puffy. I pushed myself off the bed just as Jack walked quietly into the bedroom. "Oh, hey…I didn't think you'd still be awake…" he stammered, tossing his suit coat over the back of a chair. Looking me over, still dressed in a cocktail dress, his eyes widened, aware of what had happened. "Sarah….I…I should've….I didn't realize…" "It's okay," I murmured, my voice laced with anger and sharp sarcasm, "It's the price you pay to be married to a miracle worker." I brushed past him as he pulled off his clothes, stripping down to his boxers. "Are you not coming to bed?" he asked, settling against the sheets. "I'm going to take a shower, then go clean up downstairs, and I'm…going out for a while," I stated dryly, moving quickly to the bathroom and slamming the door before Jack could open his mouth.

The hot, steamy water mixed with my salty tears as I cried silently in the shower. I was angry with Jack, but mostly with myself for letting him bother me. Finally turning the water off, I wrapped a towel around me and stepped out, freezing on the rug. Jack was sitting on the counter, staring remorsefully at me. "You should be in bed. You're back on rotation tomorrow morning," I quipped, moving deftly around him to get to the mirror. I never brought my gaze to him, afraid that I would cave if I did. "Sarah, I'm not going in tomorrow." "You have to, Jack. You're the ER spinal surgeon," I argued, running my fingers through my hair. "I'm sorry, Sarah," he said softly. I shook my head, slamming my hands down on the countertop, my frustration erupting. "For what, Jack! For not showing up for dinner- the dinner I'd planned for us since God knows how long? Or for not calling to tell me you weren't coming? Or is it for leaving me sitting at the dining room table for four hours while I waited for my husband to come home?" My voice broke, and hot tears flooded my eyes, splashing down my cheeks. "Sarah…" Jack soothed, circling me in his arms. I fought against him, not wanting his touch. "Jack, let me go! It's too much…It's just too much…" I screamed, pushing against his tight hold on me, but my emotions gave way to the tears, and I fell against him, sobbing into his bare chest. "It won't be too much. I'm going to fix this…I'm taking some time off, so we can get back to the way we used to be, when we first got married…I promise, Sarah," he whispered into my wet hair. "I promise you."

END FLASHBACK

A shiver woke me up, feeling groggy and completely disoriented. I felt water lapping against my thigh. Water? Forcing myself to sit up, my hands sunk into sand. Water and sand? I slowly looked around, letting my mind take in everything I was seeing. Smoke pummeled into the clear blue sky from the remains of what looked like our plane, now only pieces of crushed metal. People were everywhere; some screaming, some crying, some looked completely shocked. Reaching up to brush the sand from my face, my fingers slid across a thick, sticky liquid. Damn, I'm bleeding, I thought pressing against the cut with my palm. Rising, I realized that I was relatively uninjured. Then, I realized I was alone. A wave of panic rushed through me as I scanned the beach for Jack. Why am I worried? You're not with him anymore, my mind called. Pushing that thought out of my head, I reached down and pulled my heels off, then bolted down the beach. "Jack!" I screamed, cupping my hands around my mouth to yell above the noise. "JACK!"

To be continued...

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