Shadows no more
Summary: Eight years had passed since the survivors of Oceanic flight 815 had been rescued from the island. What happened to Jack? Did he ever hook up with Kate? Where is she now?
Hello people! This is my first fic. You need to know that I'm a Jack fan. I love him, in fact, I want to be him. So, this is a story about him, mostly, but other losties appear. You won't find the typical Jate here. As in Lost, you need to be patient, 'cause things won't happen fast or easy. But you'll like it, I promise ;). I'm not a native English-speaker, so, though I think my English is pretty good, please let me know if you find mistakes in grammar or spelling. And please review!! You're welcome to say anything about the story, positive or negative, just say it nice please! I'll post every Friday and Monday. Hope you like it, enjoy!
Chapter 1
Jack was finishing with his tie. It was almost 8:00 O'clock. As he was grabbing his car keys and cell phone, he couldn't help but think: Why on Earth did I accept to go to this gala? I should just stay home. There's no use, really. The ring of his cell phone suddenly cut his thoughts off. It was Patrick. Then Jack remembered why he was going to that stupid party.
– What the hell are you still doing in your house? –an annoyed Patrick said from the other side of the line.
Jack blurted out a little laugh. – Easy man, I'm on my way. –he said, as he got in his car.
– Well, you better hurry. I said 8:00 sharp man.
– Oh, come on! Like everybody was already there. I'm just a little late.
– You're not just a little late, Jack. You were planning not to come, right?
– You think I'd miss your big night?
– Maybe! –Patrick answered, faking indignation.
– I'm almost there man.
– Well, it's about time. All the hot nurses are here and I can't handle them by myself...
Jack's face went blank after that comment. The last thing he wanted was Patrick setting him up with some anonymous girl. – I don't know Patrick. Me dating a nurse? That's so cliché...
– I don't give a shit. God knows you need to get laid, man. You can't afford to be picky, cliché or not...
– Right... –Jack said, emotionless.
– Just get here man.
Patrick hung up and Jack sank into his thoughts again, as he drove to the party. Yes, he hadn't been with anybody for two years now. He had almost forgotten the feeling of a warm body beside him, but for some reason, he just wasn't in the mood for going out and meeting women to ask them on dates.
After 20 minutes he arrived to the hotel were the gala was held. As he walked into the ballroom, he couldn't help but laugh at the huge posters that read "Ethics and Plastic Surgery by Patrick Mayer", along with a gigantic photograph of his friend and colleague smiling as an A-list Hollywood celebrity.
They met when Patrick arrived as an intern at Saint Sebastian Hospital. As the new Chief of Surgery, Jack was in charge of the interns program, so he made sure they had a rough time, especially Patrick. He was hard at the interns, but Patrick was very skilled and soon earned Jack's respect.
They became such good friends, that Jack felt terribly disappointed when Patrick decided to become a plastic surgeon. Jack always thought of plastic surgeons as human butchers, but he supported Patrick's career and acknowledged his achievements. What Jack never mentioned –or even admitted to himself– was that, besides respecting him for his talent and considering him one of his best friends, Patrick reminded him of Boone.
Patrick had become a very famous surgeon, especially after he fixed a well-known movie actress who had been on a car crash. He performed a brilliant surgery on her and turned her totally broken face into a science miracle. After that, the actress had been spreading the word, to the point that now Patrick was all over the country not only operating, but preaching about how important it was to see plastic surgery not as a cosmetic measure, but as a serious procedure that could save lives.
Now he put it in a book. This is like a very bad Nip/Tuck episode, Jack thought, smiling at himself. When he couldn't find Patrick, he decided to stay at the entrance of the ballroom and wait. A waiter offered him a drink. He grabbed a glass of Scotch. And then he saw her.