OMG- I FINALLY wrote the endign to this fic! yay I'm so happy, my first ever finsihed stroy! I'm extatic, it ended up being 25 chapters, the 25th beign a very short epilogue you will all enjoy I believe.
Anyway, onto the evil goodness b/c I'm in a good mood and I think you'll all walk away from this one going HOLY CRAP HOLY CRAP, ...as I think you will be doing through the end of chapter 23 -strap in folks!
oh and b/c I just finsihed this I posted my new story, called New Dawn, Its AU b/c I want to branch out a bit to avoid redundency. SO check it out, its going to be just as wild, if not even more wild then this fic, given that Jacks a 300 year old vampire with just the perfect amount of scruff-wouldnt' it suck to be stuck for eternity with that beard lol!?
Ben's phone call was as usual their wake up call. Jack had groaned, burying his face into her hair for a second, before throwing on pants and listening alone to Ben's message.
"Apparently," he sighed, "We really are headed for England now," he said drily as he came back into the bedroom.
"Is this another mind game?" Kate asked frowning, "Ben had to know that chip would get discovered, that's the only reason I thought he wanted us to go…" she ran a hand through her hair irritated. She had used people when she was on the run all the time, but now both of them were being out played by Ben, and she hated it. Her little boy's life was on the line.
Jack shrugged, coming over he wrapped a protective arm around her, "I asked him," Jack admitted quietly, "all he did was laugh," he finished sounding as irritated and stressed as she felt. The night had been perfect, but each morning was another day away from Aaron, another day he was on the island with Ben, and both of them felt time was running short. They would play Ben's game, it was all they could do, but the moment he made a mistake, they both knew they would strike.
They packed silently, both preparing for their next "errand" in their own way. Kate had held her breath as she watched Jack go through security, but things went smoothly, and soon they were air born. The flight was equally uneventful, and soon enough they were in a dumpy motel room in London.
They had fallen into bed almost instantly, both remembering how close a call their errand in the New York ship yard had been; knowing that this could really be the end, but mainly because they knew there was no way for them to prepare for taking a life other then to cherish what life they had, and could create. Kisses had mixed with tears, and love with hate, guilt with forgiveness, redemption with condemnation as they had poured their souls into one another, falling asleep in each others arms afterwards.
In the morning, a long wooden crate had been sitting outside their door. Jack had brought it in, cursing slightly as they surveyed the sniper rifle inside. In an envelope tucked into the crate was a name of a building, along with the name of another building across the street from it, a post-it on the photo explaining it was abandoned.
"Jack," Kate had asked, her voice trembling uncertainly,"Why do you think there isn't a picture of the person this time?" she had whispered.
Jack felt his throat go dry, "I don't know," he replied his voice low and raw.
In order to make the time they had been given, they left almost immediately. An hour later, sitting on the roof of the building, the scope of the gun pointed down at the front doors of the other building, they still had barely said a word to each other.
"I love you," she whispered rawly, breaking their long silence.
"I love you too," he'd said quietly, finding himself barely able to look at her now that their mission was now upon them. He was a doctor, she was a good person, neither of them, he felt, should have been on that roof. Kate's cell phone rang, breaking his line of thoughts.
"Put me on speaker," was Ben's stoic command, and Kate had, setting the phone down between them, visibly pale.
"Your target will be emerging soon, she was in a meeting with a man you have probably heard of, Charles Widmore," they both sucked in a breath, and for a split second, Kate swore she could hear Ben's smile," It would be best if you don't shoot him, you'd never make it out of the country alive," he said dryly.
"You going to tell us who we're here to kill Ben?" Jack asked, growing irritated with the mind games.
"You'll figure it out," Ben said simply, his amusement evident in his tone, and Jack clenched his jaw, biting back a comment he knew he shouldn't make, couldn't make, not until Aaron was in his arms and safe. "You should see them soon, and you'll have about a 15 second window within to take the shot," Ben added.
True to form, within seconds the door of the building opened and Charles Widmore, and two people Jack pegged as body guards emerged from the building. Jack slide down and looked through the scope, focusing it on the door. The next person to emerge Jack instantly knew was his target, and his hands trembled, as he pulled back to look at Kate horrified. Seeing his face go pale Kate bent over glancing through the scope and went pale as well. Sun. Sun was their target.
"No," she whispered, shaking her head, looking just as pale as Jack. "No damn it Ben, we can't do this!" she hissed turning to the phone.
"Take the shot Jack," Ben had said calmly, ignoring Kate completely.
"Ben please," Kate pleaded glancing between the phone and Jack, who had turned his attention back to the gun, finger on the trigger, his arm shaking.
"10 seconds left Jack," Ben had goaded, as cool and unphased as ever. "Think about you're 'son' Jack," he added.
Jack pulled his face off the scope, his tears were blurring it, unable to look at Kate, ashamed at what he was about to do. He had known from the second he saw her that he would take the shot. He would do everything he could to keep his family safe, even if that meant killing a good friend. He trembled, trying to compose himself before re-aiming.
"5 Jack," Ben warned, a hint of glee making its way into his voice.
"Jack," Kate started, not sure what to ask of him, wishing more then anything that things were different, that they weren't being asked to make the choice they had to.
He ignored her focusing; Sun was almost to the car, his arm still shaking and fired. The bullet was wide, and Sun's body guards instantly had their own guns pulled out, pulling Sun into the cover of a building. Jack swore, letting out a sob, knowing he had failed. He had failed Aaron and tried to kill Sun, he wretched back, jumping up from the sniper scope. Sun's body guards seemed to realize where the shot had come from and were on their way towards their location. Jack cursed softly, "Come on Kate," he said, grabbing her hand and the cell phone, pulling her down the fire escape. Their car was parked out back and without hesitation they fled back to their hotel, still shaking.
Once inside their hotel, they sat on the edge of the bed in stunned silence. Jack put his head in his hands as Kate stared desolately at the wall, tears running freely down her cheeks.
"I'm so sorry Kate," he whispered finally, "God I am so sorry," he repeated his voice cracking. He had failed her, he had failed Aaron; he had failed everyone he cared about and cherished more then life itself; everyone that mattered was now in pain because of him. And Jack flinched, realizing he still didn't have what it took, not even to keep his family safe.
She had offered him a weak, pained smile, knowing what their failure meant for Aaron, and found she couldn't get her voice to come out, raw emotion drowning it out. She loved Jack so much, but she didn't know what to say, didn't know how to tell him that it was okay, that he shouldn't blame himself, since she should have been the one to try and take that shot. Not him, not the good strong doctor who had devoted his life to saving people. It wasn't his place to kill friends. She was the murderer, and all she could think, was that it should have been her.
Jack turned away, flinching, her lack of vocal response telling him all he needed to know. It was his fault, just like he feared. She had never blamed him for much, not for getting them captured by the others, for Charlie's death during his failed plan, for leaving Sawyer behind. She hadn't held him responsible for any of those things; she had looked past that, all those things that were his fault, all those times he'd failed. But this, this was too much for even her to forgive. He had doomed their-no, he didn't deserve to call Aaron his, he had doomed her son to some horrible unknown fate. He drew a ragged breath, trying to hold in the pain, knowing she didn't need or want to hear it.
The phone rang, startling them both, and Kate numbly turned the TV to channel 8. Ben sat staring at them for a long second, as Jack stood seething at the man on it. Kate got up, gently putting a hand on Jack's bicep, causing him to stiffen, trying to get him to calm down as he looked ready to try and jump through the screen to strangle the man himself. Kate selfishly realized she wanted that privilege. If he hurt one hair on their sons head; she knew she wouldn't hesitate to pull the trigger on him.
"Ben…please," she whispered, unable to hide the fear and desperation in her voice.
He stared at her a long moment, unblinking, until Jack finally snapped, "Damn it Ben say something," his voice low and dangerously quite. Kate glanced at him confused and worried, knowing he had no problem showing it when he was angry and unsure why he wasn't now.
Ben turned slowly towards Jack, giving him a bored look, "What happens from this point on Jack is your own fault. You have no one to blame but yourself," he said quietly, and Jack went rigid next to her, "I would watch my back if I was you," he added after a moment, sighing off before either of them could ask him what he meant.
Jack pulled away from her instantly, and Kate fought back more tears, seeing from the way his shoulders slumped, and the pained way he ran his hand through his hair ,his teeth gritted painfully, that he was listening to Ben, that as usual, he was blaming himself.
"Jack," she finally managed, her voice cracking as tears cascaded down her cheeks.
"Don't," he whispered hoarsely, his head resting on the wall, his back to her. "Just don't Kate," he said again, almost pleadingly. He knew it was his fault. He didn't need her to remind him.
Before she could protest, there was a loud pounding on the door. Jack's head bolted up instantly, and he reached for the gun that he kept inside his jacket. He crept to the door and looked through the small safety hole in it, seeing the distorted outline of the two Korean men that he recognized as Sun's body guards from earlier, along with about 5 others he hadn't seen before. Moving away from the door, there was another loud thump.
Jack's face hardened, "Kate, listen carefully," he said in a hushed and frantic whisper, handing her the gun, "Go into the bedroom, lock the door and go down the fire escape right now. Get out of here, and do whatever you can to find your son," he finished.
"Jack who?" Kate started, hearing the panic in his low voice as he dragged her into the bedroom.
He heard a much louder thump on the door, and saw a crack appear on it. It wouldn't take those guys long to bust in. Looking back at her, he saw his fear reflected in her eyes, and selfishly he smashed his mouth to hers, trying desperately to convey his feelings to her one last time. The kiss was over before Kate had time to respond, and he pulled back, as he closed the door on her, saying "I'm so sorry Kate." He took a chair and stuck it in front of the door, stopping her from getting out; he only hoped she would remember to lock it from the other side to keep them out once they got by him; to give herself more time. He couldn't hold them all off.
The men hit the door again and this time he could see through to the hallway as splinters littered the entry way. An arm reached in, fishing around it found its way to the handle and suddenly, there were five armed Korean men standing in front of him, along with a very angry female he had long considered a friend.
Yep Yep, I totally went THERE now lol.
I don't like it much, but I really think Sun's gonna be a bad guy this upcomign season now that she's all, workign with/for Widmore...and that both SUn and Jack have hinted at the fac that Sun blames Jack for Jin's death. So its gonna get...REALLY intense. And again BlueDream might kill me for threatenign Aaron-oh well :-p
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Next chap: there's a gun, a knife, a Korean mob/thugs and kate and Jack both try to play the hero-and that always works out SO well rolls eyes