OKAY so I've gone AWOL for like, ever, but I promise I'm trying to finish up my other stories; I'm also SO broken up about the season finale I can't even tell you. Juliet is TOTALLY alive. LOL that's my little bit of hope to cling to until the next season starts.
anyway, reviews are love! and if you have a need to write some kind of end to this fic, let me know and you can tell me what you want to write and I'll give you credit, but I think I'm done this one, it's a four part fic, that's it. =]
Tip the Scales
"If I never meet you, then I never have to lose you."
So they'd done it. She'd done it. Everything had disappeared in a flash of white and dust.
The world was set right on its axis, time spinning and flowing as it should.
He'd woken up with a headache and a body covered in cuts and scars in a bedroom he'd never seen before. He didn't know where he was.
He just wanted to know how he could get to her.
It took 3 days to remember everything, the Island, the other survivors, Dharmaville. It was funny, it had only taken him 3 seconds to remember her.
A week later he was standing in a park in a suburb of Miami, watching a little boy run around a jungle gym as his mother and aunt looked on.
As he watched from the safety of the shade of a tree, he felt his fingers ache to touch her, to run through her hair, over her face. His heart hurt for the first true time.
But he couldn't help but remember her words to him. That long lifetime ago that also somehow seemed like 5 minutes had passed between then and now.
If I never meet you, then I never have to lose you.
This one sentence stopped him every time. He'd been here three times and had yet to move from the patch of shade across the grass to her.
He argued with himself constantly; she loved him, she would want him, but if he ever had to leave...
Today the outcome was different, the scales tipped to the other side. He wasn't going anywhere. Not like he had much to come back to anyhow.
One foot stepped out from the shade, the sun slicing the black scuffed shoe in half; part light, part dark.
What if she didn't remember him? He didn't exactly know if he was the only one remembering things. For all he knew, they were the only two actually off that God forsaken island.
And then she moved.
Her blonde hair glowing in the mid afternoon sun, her thin blue shirt and dark jeans hugging her the way he needed to. Her face turned to find her nephew sneaking up behind her and he caught her flash of pale skin, a hint of blue eyes.
A laugh echoes across the distance to him and it sounded so much like hers that it was music to his ears, a cool compress over sunburn. The ache in him increased and his heart skipped a beat.
A fierce need gripped him and he pushed his other foot forward, his face sliding into the sunlight.
He caught sight of the woman next to her, rich brown hair and laughing brown eyes and a silver bracelet, a colourful scarf around her wrist.
She had her sister now. She found her family again.
I've been trying to get off of this island for more than three years, and now I've got my chance. I'm going to leave.
He would remind her of the island, her prison. He was going to remind her of the hell she went through all that time every time she looked at him. A half step back.
She was looking forward again. She'd never noticed him. And she never would if he stayed safely away from her. She'd been broken when he found her, he knew that now, and here she would be put back together.
But not by him.
With a sigh full of grief and defeat, he turned and walked away, forcing one foot in front of the other. He didn't look back.
So he didn't notice when she did.
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