After I read the fanfiction called The Letter here on this site I got this idea of writing a similar story but about a tape.
I did read the 'rules' and I know that copying is not allowed but I haven't copied. I just got my idea from there.
I think the story "The Letter" is very good and I really think you should read it.

I'm very new here on this site so I'm so sorry if I did anything wrong and not allowed. And if you have to you can always erase this story. I don't really know how this work and I didn't understand the Rating think, but I gave a K+ because I think it's suitable.

English is not my native language, but I hope you'll survive.
And about the word "underground" I'm not sure if that's what it's called. I think in American English it's called subway or something.

Alright, the story is quite simple. While all of them were still on the island Juliet recorded some stuff on a tape and she gave it to Jack if something would happen and they were separated and Juliet didn't make it off the island. I have no idea how the tape survived during everything that happened after that though. Whatever.. Jack promised that if something happened and he made it off the island he would give it to Rachel.
It's kind of slow though, and the tape isn't mentioned until chapter 4.
And the story kind of works that way that you're not suppose to know that it's Jack in the first chapter. Or that it's Rachel.. but you know anyways

I do not own Lost or its characters. My story is only here for entertainment, thanks for reading.

Chapter 1

He thanked the driver and paid him for the journey from the airport

He had arrived a few hours ago at the Miami airport. Then he had just been sitting there on a bench, thinking with a glass of whiskey in his right hand and a piece of paper in the other.

After a while of thinking, he'd called for a cab. He had never been to Miami before, and the city was very big so he didn't dare take the underground since he didn't know if he would find the place he was searching for by himself.

He opened the door and stepped out of the car. He breathed in the fresh cool air and closed the yellow door and watched the cab as it drove away, turned around the corner and disappeared behind a house.

By turning around, he was met by another house, very similar to all the other in this neighbourhood. It was a very nice house and the gardening was done well. Another Florida home, he thought.

He sighed, closed his eyes and slowly opened them again, to calm himself down. Then he picked out the piece of paper from his pocket. His hand was shaking while he read the address, written with her handwriting.

By looking back at the house, he ensured himself that the number on the paper matched the number on the house. It did.

He walked a few steps towards the house, but then he stopped. He knew that he still could walk away as if nothing ever happened and the woman would never know. But he had to do this. He had come all the way from Los Angeles for this. I will not go home now, he thought.

Then he walked the rest of the way to the door. He slowly and quietly counted to five and then he rang the doorbell.

He heard that familiar sound; "ding, dong" from inside of the house. Almost immediately he regretted it. It was very late, what if she was sleeping and he'd just awakened her? But he would not go away now, he had no choice.

His heart was beating faster than normally at the same time his breathing sped up. He was nervous, nervous of what was coming.
He sighed, again. Tried to control himself, not to do anything stupid.

"I won't, if you won't" He shook his head, but the words were still there.

He was sweating, but at the same time he felt very cold, like you do when you've got a fever. His heart was beating even faster now. Where the hell was she?

He didn't even notice that he was biting his nails, even though there were almost no nails left.
Maybe it's a mistake? Maybe I should come another day? In the middle of all of his questions and thoughts, the door opened.

"Hello?"