Author's Note: The ending's a bit choppy, in my opinion, so I might come back to it. Still, this has been just waiting in my documents for far too long.
Summary: That's all she was to him. Just ole what's-her-face.
Nemo
'Ole what's-her-face.'
That's all she was to him. Just 'what's-her-face.' She didn't think anything would be worse than if he called her 'murderer.' She was wrong. At least 'murderer' meant something, meant she'd done something that effected him.
'Ole what's-her-face.'
That's all she was to him. A face in the crowd. Another woman who had loved him and hated herself – and him – for doing so. You'd think he'd show a little recognition to the girl who murdered him, who he had even shown a little bit interest in. Hell, she'd thought that he'd at least try to bed her, make her regret it, and screw up her relationship with Will even further. But this…this was worse.
'Ole what's-her-face.'
That's all she was to him. Nemo – nobody. Worthless. And she knew that he knew that that was what she feared being most of all…and what would hurt the most.
Then there was Will, the man who she'd pledged she'd marry, who risked his life for her and she the same, who had gone to Jack for help on a fruitless mission all for her, who had always told her the truth. He had seen her give Jack the kiss of death, and although he'd made it clear he was angry at her for it, he didn't hate her. He still loved her, even though it hurt. He always had, and he always would. He'd always been loyal to her, too, and again, he always would be.
She knew who loved her the most, and who she loved the most, and finally, after months of being torn and feeling guilty, the man was the same.