Title: Forgotten Memories
Title: Forgotten Memories
Rating: R for rape and language, and maybe future sex
Summary: One morning, Jack wakes up off of the island. Oceanic 815 had arrived in Los Angeles safely. Jack still remembers the island. Juliet doesn't.
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Prologue: Awakening
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Through his closed eyelids, he could tell it was dark out. His lips cracked into a smile. Jack hated mornings. He was the type that liked to to stay up until 3 in the morning and get up at noon, or later. But one thing he did love was waking up early, just so he could tell himself he was allowed many more hours in bed.
Things had changed when he had met his golden goddess. Hate, depression, angst…all of it seemed to slip away when the blue-eyed beauty blessed him with her presence. Hell, even the airplane blankets folded into some sort of sleeping bag-shape felt like a bed when Juliet was in his arms.
That's when he realized he felt awfully lonely that cold morning.
He sat up, confused. Rubbing his eyes tiredly, he surveyed the room. There were several things wrong. One, he woke up in a bed when he had gone to sleep in a tent. Two, the wall calendar read "October 1st, 2004". And most importantly, number three. A certain beautiful blonde was not in his arms.
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She wasn't sure how long she had been there for. Too weak and too scared after the night's events, she could not bring herself to move a muscle. Through the open window, the pitch black sky met her gaze, no stars or moon in sight.
Juliet ran a hand over her face, wiping away the last of the tears. An aching filled her, but she lacked the strength to cry. Shakily, she extended an arm to grab her panties and bra which had been ripped off against her will earlier. They weren't close enough. Her nails dug into the carpet and she pulled her body closer and closer. As her fingers wrapped around her pants, she collapsed once more against the floor and hugged herself.
Inhaling through her nose and exhaling through her mouth, she tried to steady her breathing. She crawled to the couch and let her bare back rest against the side of it. Her eyelids closed. It'll be fine, she told herself. I'll call Rachel. She'll come pick me up and I'll stay with her. I But the phone, resting dutifully in the kitchen, seemed so far away. Instead, she slipped on her underwear and bra and pulled herself up onto the couch. There she curled up into a tight ball, her face buried in her knees. God, Edmund, what have you done?
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