Featuring…. Silver's 2nd Profiler Fan Fic,

It's All Coming Back to Me

Note: Contains flashbacks, you get the drill.

Note: A little bit of mature language. Watch the kiddies, that is if you have any or are near any.

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Disclaimer: I do not own Profiler or any of its characters I am simply using them for my own obsessive entertainment.

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Chapter XII: Flashback

"What do you want?"

"Jack."

That was true, she wanted Jack, as badly as possible, she though then, now maybe she wanted him worse.

"Sharon Lesher, born and raised in Aurora, Illinois. Such a small town, you don't seem to have left much of an impression."

"Got out as fast as I could, I had bigger plans."

"You were driven out in the back seat of a sheriff's car. Your 'bigger plans' brought you here."

"Jack was impressed.. He picked me."

No, Jack never chose Sharon, Sam knew that, he didn't want her…

"No. He picked a blank slate. He got rid of what you there was, and tried replacing it with me. You are a facsimile. A surrogate."

"I know what Jack likes. He never touched you. He loves touching me."

"He loves you the way a cat loves a mouse. Just something to play with."

"Didn't you hear me? Jack loves me. He taught me everything. He taught me how to kill what you love, Sam."

"Yes he did, but he didn't tell you to kill me, did he? That was very impulsive of you, Sharon."

"You don't know that. You don't know a damn thing about him."

"Don't I?"

Sam jumped as she heard a phone ring.

"H-…hi?" Sam said tiredly and figured that it was either Bailey or Chloe so she found it odd when she heard George, "Did you find out anything?"

"Yeah, it's not about John, but you should know this."

"Okay, hold on I'll be there in a minute." Sam said hanging up, then sitting up staying at the end of her bed for a minute, "What the hell? What was that about?" She said to herself about her recent dream. She understood that she would be having things that are Jack-related, but why…Sharon Lesher? What did she have to do with this, besides Jack, she was dead anyways…

She wasn't sure what she had to do with it, but out of all that was happening, she wasn't sure if she should be expecting any certain thing right now.

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Sharon fiddled with a piece of her still blonde hair, it was a little longer, but she hadn't changed it, she had no idea why, considering it reminded her of that bitch, but then again it reminded her of Jack, she loved Jack, she guessed that was why she hadn't changed it. But now, she was with him again, and maybe it could just be the two of them again. Not that bitch in the middle. Though that was going to be hard, with this idiot here, that bitch was why he was here, sort of made her feel bad for him, maybe she could help that by putting him out of his misery. As if on que she heard John groan a little bit. She looked at him, "And, when I thought you couldn't get any stupider. You go and fucking do that, you could have said any damn thing, but no, you say that bitch's name. Idiot. What did you think Jack would do? Let you go? Why he cares about that bitch though I'll never know, why you do either I'll ever know."

John looked back at her, "You're not that right in the head are you? You don't even get it yet. He set you up. You messed up, and Jack set you up. You almost died because he set you up, Sam may have shot you, but Jack made it that way."

"Jack loves me, he didn't hurt me. She was the one who shot me. The bitch shot me, not Jack."

"You really are clueless, Jack ruined your life. You still think that he loves you?"

"Look who's talking. You wouldn't be here if it was for her. Everything would've been fine if it was for her, me and Jack could be together. And, a few people might still be alive, not that they really deserve it. Not that you do, either though."

"Sam wanted nothing to do with Jack. She didn't choose it. She also didn't have to do with the fact that Jack picked you, god knows why, and you just fucked up big time."

"I fucked up big time? You fucked up big time. Please, you do think that you and the bitch have something don't you? Which is stupid, because if she did have something with you, you wouldn't be here right now."

"Wow, you should really listen to yourself, because you should be telling yourself the same thing about Jack."

"Jack loves me. She doesn't give a damn about anyone."

"You just keep telling yourself that. Because, I've heard of tough love, but, that's not what you have. He doesn't want you, you're his tool, aren't you." John said. "God, I sound like Sam now." He said to himself.

"He loves me. He does love me. You and that Violent Crap Task Force can go to hell."

"Tell yourself whatever you want I'm not stopping you." John said leaning back on something.

Sharon leaned back on the box that she had been sitting on and turned her head away from him. "Jack does love me…" At least, that was what Sharon had to keep telling herself in her head. Now she really wanted to put John out of his misery.

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To be continued.

(Violent Crap Task Force, I love that. (x It made me giggle.)