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Summary: They had lied to world for 3 years now and they were starting to believe it themselves until Jack receives a visitor that makes him face the truth.
A/N: Since we aren't getting much news on the Jacket front I decided to make one of the promos that we did get more about them.
The Truth - Part 1:
She stood at the door taking deep breaths trying to convince herself that this wasn't crazy, it was impossible that's what it was but she had to know which is why she took time off of work to fly to LA and was standing in front of this door. She opened the flap of her purse and looked at the paper with the apartment number it was the same as the last ten times she looked at it. She raised her fist and took one last deep breath and knocked.
Jack sat on the couch with his head back one hand on his thigh with a bottle of whisky in it and the other one hanging over the side, he downed the last of it and let the bottle drop to the floor with a soft thud he watched it roll to the end of the couch. He looked around at various maps, grids and Oceanic plane tickets that lay littered around his apartment, his cell phone lay shattered against the wall opposite him he leaned back and closed his eyes. Then he heard a loud thumping noise. He opened his eyes and looked around the room and realized it was coming from the door. He wasn't going to answer it so he but then he thought "Kate" so she jumped up which was a mistake as the room was now spinning. He slowly took some steps and tripped over the bottle and fell to the ground swearing loudly.
He heard a woman's voice ask if everything was alright in there and again he thought it was Kate and pulled himself up and opened the door quickly startling the woman standing on the opposite side.
It wasn't Kate, the woman had long blonde hair that fell in waves down her shoulders, she was wearing jeans and a blue t-shirt.
She looked at the man struggling to stand in the doorway; he looked nothing like the man she had seen on tv three years earlier as one of the survivors of Oceanic Flight 815, she wasn't even sure if it was him. This man was wearing a wife beater that was ripped and stained his hair was a mess his beard unkempt and eyes were red rimmed and bloodshot and he smelled like he slept in a bar.
"Are you Dr. Jack Shephard?" She asked hesitantly
He looked at her and nodded his head.
"Ok" she thought to herself, maybe this was a mistake. She didn't think this man could help her with anything. But she stayed because she had to know, she wasn't able to sleep or doing anything since the day that man stood at her doorstep.
She took another deep breath "…A man named Jeremy Bentham came to see me" she began and saw the man's eyes focus a little. "My name is Rachel Carlson"
Tbc…