A/N: I came across this idea when writing my other fanfic story and I've been wanting to write about James/Juliet/Jin and Miles during Dharmaville times for a while. I'm not sure how many chapters I'll write yet? It depends on how much people get into it. I haven't given up on my other story and will be uploading another chapter of that in the next day or two. Read and enjoy, I hope.

Chapter 1. Reflection - 1977

Juliet paced the living room in nervous anticipation. What did she do now? How did she tell him? It could be wrong but she had already used up the whole store's worth of pregnancy tests and they had all come back positive. It wasn't wrong and she was pregnant, whether she liked it or not. And this … she still wasn't sure about? After spending 20 minutes in the shower crying this morning, James banging on the door complaining about her taking so long then complaining even further about the door being locked, she didn't know how she felt? One minute she was wildly happy, the next a crying wreck, feeling panicked, worrying about what James would say and do? She had imagined all possible scenarios.

'You're what?' He's frowning. 'What the hell? Since when did this happen?'

It wasn't going well, he didn't look happy. 'Gee I don't know? How about since all those times you couldn't keep your bloody hands to yourself or other parts of the physical anatomy.'

He's still frowning. 'You don't have to be such a smartass about it'.

Juliet run her hands through her hair for the zillionth time, it was now just one fuzzy halo around her head. She glanced at her flushed face in the oval mirror above the fireplace.

'You need to sit down,' she tells him. James is looking worried. 'You've got bad news,' he says. 'What makes you think that?' she frowns. 'How about the tense expression on ya face, and the worry in your eyes.'

Shaking her head, 'No … it's not bad … it's just kind of awkward and I don't know how to tell you …'

'Just spit it out.'

'I'm pregnant.'

He looks stunned for a moment and then a smile crosses his face. 'What!' He laughs, picks her up and swings her around. 'I don't believe it, that's great!'

Ah Wishful thinking. The whole scenario outcome dreaming was beginning to wear thin. After her shower and yelling at James this morning she'd spent the day aimlessly wandering around the house. Truth is she didn't really know how he'd react. They'd been sharing house and bed, hence her present condition, for the last 18 months but was that long enough to have a baby together? Their relationship had been a kind of natural progression. After her promised two weeks stay on the island the sub that was supposed to return didn't for another three months. Within that time she had begun to feel quite comfortable and close with Jin, James and even Miles. It made no sense to leave. There was nothing for her in 1974. Here she had friends. They acquired jobs in the Dharma Initiative, though James had been perplexed as to why she wanted to work in the Motor Pool and persistently questioned her about it. He questioned her about a lot of things. Initially she had found him annoying and just as equally annoying, all the Dharma girls constantly asking her about him. She had tried pointing out his most obvious flaws to them but it didn't seem to work. James would only have to say 'morning ladies' and they would all be swooning on their feet. He'd then wink at her and she had to resist the urge to make some smart remark about his cocky attitude. But he never went out with any of the Dharma girls. He was still mooning over Kate for the first six months. And she was still mourning the loss of her freedom. Would she ever see Rachel again? Or her nephew Julian? It didn't look likely. Some nights, when she was alone, she would cry about this but no one else was aware of her pain. She was good at listening to everyone else's tales of woe, but she was never comfortable talking about her own. Then out of the blue, exactly eight months being on the island James and herself were playing cards when he said, 'you never talk about yourself.' She had just shrugged and replied, 'there's nothing really to talk about?' He'd looked kind of exasperated and shook his head. 'Why don't you let me be the judge of that?' She had thought about that for a long while before answering, feeling him watching her, waiting, sensing his frustration. "You know what, forget it," he had muttered throwing the cards on the table. "I get it. I'm just some dumb hick with a dodgy past why would you want to tell me anything?" And with that he'd stormed out of the house. She had stared after him in stunned by his sudden outburst. What had that been all about? She didn't know he could be so touchy and why would he be so interested in hearing her talk about herself?

James spent the next six months going out with one Dharma girl after another. Miles had just resorted to calling him Romeo. Juliet had felt mildly annoyed and couldn't understand it. She had developed a friendship with James, which she enjoyed, but that's all it was. Sometimes she gave him shit and he didn't seem to mind it, he always had a snappy comeback and after time she liked this about him but she wasn't attracted to him. Good looks didn't mean much to her, there had to be something more. However she was a sucker for a gorgeous smile, and unfortunately he had that. He had a quick wit, she liked that too. He took no shit from anyone and she shouldn't like that about him, should she? So why did she? She also liked the way his eyes expressed exactly what he felt. It hadn't taken her long to realise he was no dumb hick and that he was in fact quite intelligent; a lot more than he let on. She also hadn't accounted for the warmth in his personality beneath the tough exterior he presented to everyone else. There was more to him. She remembered the night he found her crying. He hadn't asked questions, pulling her into his arms, he had held her, stroked her hair and she had felt incredibly comforted. And that is when it hit her. She was falling in love with him and she didn't want to because love always turned out so badly for her. For the next three months she had begun to put a healthy distance between herself and James. She'd come up with some excuse as to why she couldn't play poker Saturday nights, have drinks after work on a Friday or attend any social functions. James seemed oblivious to this, he was currently going out with Thelma or was that Anne. She couldn't keep up with it. And it bothered her; a lot.

******* Flashback *******

"So who's the latest harem addition now?" she waspishly remarked to him after having run out of excuses to get out of the monopoly night.

"Why? You feeling left out Blondie?" he returned, raising an eyebrow as he moved the car four spaces on the board.

She hated being called Blondie. He knew that, which is why he kept calling her it.

"You know I can think of better things to do with my time."

"Course you can, read Carrie again for the thousandth time that must be riveting for ya."

His gaze clashed with hers. It was heating up. Jin and Miles glanced at each other as if to say, 'here they go again'

Juliet gritted her teeth. She was not going to let him get to her. She threw the dice on to the monopoly board. Just her luck to end up in prison.

James grinned, annoyingly. "That should keep ya out of trouble for a while. Plenty of time for reading Carrie, yet again."

"Well not everyone is into bonking the Dharma inhabitants."

Miles choked on a nut. Jin thumped him on the back. James just smiled, but she could see he was getting annoyed.

"You jealous?"

She just laughed. "Now you're being absurd."

Their eyes met and clashed again.

"I'm beginning to think maybe you need to get laid," James stated.

Juliet just smiled. "Maybe you're right." She turned to Miles, leant forward and kissed him full on the lips. "You free now Miles?"

Miles was rendered speechless. James didn't look happy. Jin pretended to be fascinated by a fly buzzing around the light bulb.

"What is you're problem Juliet?" James stated angrily, getting to his feet.

"I don't have a problem," she returned, glaring at him.

"Yeah you do."

"Such as?" she enquired standing up, facing him.

"The list is getting pretty long, you sure ya up to hearing it all?"

"I'm surprise you had time to compile one when you spend so much time flat on your back."

His eyes widened. That was low even for her and she bit down on her lip.

Meanwhile Miles and Jin crept out the front door, leaving James and Juliet to it.

"I hope they get unstubborn soon," Jin complained.

"You mean you hope they get past their damn stubbornness and realise that they are both crazy about each other?"

Jin nodded.

"Not me," Miles continued with a smug smile, remembering Juliet's kiss, "I'm enjoying this whole jealous bickering thing going on between them and the expression on LaFleur's face was priceless."

The smile of Miles face widened and Jin chuckled. "You're a bad man Miles."

"I'm practical," he sniffed, "unlike LaFleur in there," Miles continued gesturing to the front door, "I'd just tell her how I felt."

James stood, hands on hips, looking at Juliet with much exasperation.

"Why are you so uptight lately? You're always making excuses to get out of socialising with us or it just me?' he muttered running a hand through his hair, and she thought she detected hurt in his eyes, "because if you can't stand being around me, just tell me and I'll stay out of ya hair."

That really was the last thing she wanted. She shook her head, feeling bad. "No it's not …"

"Then what is it?"

He was standing too close and she couldn't think straight.

"I-I don't know …" she stammered and looked up at him confused. I'm falling in love with you and I can't stop it. This was insane. His eyes reflected the same uncertainty she was feeling.

"Ah shit Juliet," he muttered before capturing her chin with his hand and lowering his mouth to hers.

Initially she was startled, but he never gave her the chance to pull away and she didn't want to. Three months of frustration and longing and now she could barely contain herself. She deepened the kiss. He moaned, his hands circling her waist pulling her closer, her fingers getting tangled in his hair in her desire to get as close as possible to him. His hands moved up her back, her hands slipped down to stroke the back of his neck.

"Jeez Juliet, why the hell did we waste so much time," he murmured in her hair, planting kisses down the side of her neck, which drove her crazy. "I've been wanting to do this for so long."

She pulled back and gazed up at him surprised. For so long. How long?

"B-But you've been going out with all those girls …"

"Yeah," he replied somewhat sheepishly, "I've been trying to make you jealous," he admitted, "it's only taken six months."

"Why didn't you just tell me," she frowned.

"I didn't know what you felt towards me," he sighed, caressing her cheek with his thumb, a warm smile crossing his face, "you're a hard woman to read … you want me right?"

Did she ever! She could feel any self control slipping right away but in her experience men use and then they abuse. But this was James. He was different. He comforted her when she was sad. He made her laugh.

"You're incredibly beautiful when you're mad," he confessed.

She could feel her cheeks redden.

"What's this," he began grinning, "you blushing … now I've seen it all."

"Shut up James," she muttered burying her face in his chest.

He ran a hand through the length of her hair.

"I like making ya mad just to see the fire in your eyes, but Juliet … that tongue of yours at times can tear strips of any hide."

"So can yours."

"Guess we have some things in common," he chuckled.

He began kissing the back of her neck sending her wild again. The man just didn't play fair.

"I'm not nearly anywhere good enough for you …" he began.

She pressed a finger against his lips.

"You don't know just how perfect you are for me."

***********

For the next couple of months she had not known how to deal with this whole new found relationship with James because if she had to be honest her feelings towards him ran far deeper than they had for any man and that frightened her. James knew this. He didn't rush things and she began to open up and talk about herself to him. They shared everything, all their lived experiences and deepest fears and she came to know him in such a deep and meaningful way. And that was something she hadn't had with another person; ever.

Juliet was sitting on the edge of bench, staring into space, lost in her own thoughts when James clicked his fingers in front of her face.

"Hey dreamy Jeanie."

She looked up at him, not even realising he was there.

"What happened to your hair, did ya put your finger in an electric socket or something?" he joked.

She wasn't in the mood for his teasing and glared at him.

"You still in that shitty mood from this morning," he frowned. "You on your rags …"

She laughed at the irony of it. That's something she wouldn't have to worry about for the next nine months. He was confused. She could see it in his eyes. She suddenly felt incredibly tender towards him. Bringing both her hands up to his face, she drew his mouth down to hers. James fingers sank into her hair. She was aware of nothing but the feel of his lips softening against hers, the groan deep in his chest when her tongue touched his, and the heady feel of his hands sliding down her back.

"If you keep kissing me like that," he murmured in a husky voice, "we won't be making Horace's birthday party."

She pulled back reluctantly seeing the passion smouldering in his eyes. The last 18 months had been so wonderful and now she was afraid of screwing it up. His gaze lingered on her mouth and it seemed to take great effort for him to avert his gaze to something else.

"I got a nice bottle of Shiraz for tonight," he continued holding up a brown paper bag, "before the party, just to share you and me." He pulled the bottle of Shiraz out of a brown paper bag, "and it wasn't easy to get, let me tell ya, not with it being Horace's big 45th birthday bash."

Juliet's eyes fell on the bottle of Shiraz and the pregnancy thing hit her again. She can't drink! She looked up to find James watching her, a puzzled look crossing his face.

"You've been acting weird these last two days Jules," he began catching a strand of her hair in his fingers. "Now you're looking as worried as hell," he continued.

She swallowed, nervously. Just say it Juliet. He is going to have to know at some stage. Might as well get it over and done with, quit prolonging the agony. She looked directly into his eyes.

"I'm pregnant."

Confusion crossed his face. There was a stretch of silence. "Did you just say what I thought you said?"

Biting down on her lip, she nodded. He looked shell shocked. Tears threatened. Fighting for control she got down from the bench and turned away from him. The tears came anyway. "I've been trying to get my head around it for the last two days," she murmured through the tears, "how did this happen? Why is this happening …" her voice broke off there. She felt James place his hands on her shoulders.

"Then I'm happy, but I'm also afraid," she got out in choked sob. James turned her around so that she was facing him. He put a finger under her chin and she had no option but to look at him. She saw the warmth in his eyes as he gently brushed a tear away with his thumb.

"Is t-this a bad thing for us James?" she hesitantly asked, "having a baby?"

He shook his head, "Course not," he said, "take some getting use to but definitely not a bad thing."

She smiled. He smiled in return.

"Mind you I don't know what kind of father I'd make but I know you'll be perfect."

"So will you."

He pulled her into the warm circle of his arms, kissing the top of her head. She sagged against him with relief. It was going to be okay.

A/N: Please let me know what you think and if you would like me to continue with this story? If there is something you would like to see happen in this story for any of the characters I'm open to suggestion and will try my best to oblige. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I did writing it.