Baby, you're not lost
A/N-Title comes from the song Lost by Michael Buble. I'm going to try and continue to update (quickly) but this week is finals week for me, so bear with me lol.
Because you are not alone
I'm always there with you
And we'll get lost together
Until the light comes pouring through
Because when you feel like your done
and the darkness has won
Well baby, you're not lost
when your world's crashing down
and you can not bare to crawl
I said baby, you're not lost.
- Michael Buble
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He moved away from her and the space he had been touching and sitting suddenly felt cold. He was back; she was not going to lose him again, she couldn't lose him again.
"Kerry, what did you say her name was again?" he asked.
"I didn't," he replied.
"What is her name?" Junior asked.
She could hear Kerry mumble something before letting out a sigh "her name is Kris."
"Kris" he repeated almost whisper like.
She heard Kerry talking to the other man and she could feel Junior's eyes on her again.
"Jeremy," Kerry said, "can I talk to you in the other room for just a minute?"
She couldn't help but notice that his voice sounded tense and she suddenly realized that even though Junior was back, she was still in a dangerous situation.
She could hear a door close and then she heard him speak.
"You can open your eyes now; they are out of the room."
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Matt did not like the fact that they were not taking action. He could see Pablo maneuvering about the house trying to see in one of the windows and he silently wondered why they were wasting time when they needed to get Kris out.
Pablo came over next to him and whispered "something's up."
"What do you mean?" he whispered back.
"Something's up, it almost seems like Kerry and Junior are friends. They were laughing together about something."
Matt could feel the anger slowly building up within him. How could Junior do this to Kris? There was just one problem with what Pablo was saying though.
"Junior hated Kerry," Matt whispered "that doesn't seem logical."
Pablo seemed to nod his head in understanding "I know, that's why I think there is something up."
They both heard a loud crash followed by laughter coming from within the cabin.
Matt nodded his head in understanding.
"She is on the couch," he whispered "when we get our chance, we need to go for it and get her out of there."
"We need to go now, Pablo. We don't know how much time we have."
He could hear Pablo let out a sigh, before replying "be patient Matt. Just be patient."
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She opened her eyes and looked at him. He stared at her intently for a moment before he sat down next to her.
His hand automatically linked with hers and she could feel her skin burning where he touched her. God she had missed that, missed him.
"Do you want to tell me what's going on here?" he asked
She looked at him confused, not really understanding what he wanted.
"I know I know you, I'm positive of it. I can't tell you from where, or when, or why, but I know you, don't I?"
She could feel a smile grace across her face and she gently placed her hand on the side of his face as tears began to fall. She could feel her head slowly nodding.
"Junior, it's me Kris."
She could see the confusion in his eyes and she momentarily wondered where she should start, how much time she had before they came back out of the other room.
"You really don't remember me, do you?" she asked quietly choking back tears.
He shook his head quietly and mumbled an apology. She could feel her heart slowly being torn apart. Why did Kerry have to do this to her.
"We were married," she held up her hand for him to see "I couldn't bear to take off the ring after, well after your plane crashed."
She could feel the tears slowly falling down her face and her skin ached as he reached up and slowly wiped them away.
"They told us there were no survivors," she trembled as she spoke "we had a funeral and everything."
He sat quietly watching her talk, taking it all in. She couldn't help but notice that he still looked confused.
"I guess I should have started with the basics." She could feel herself laugh nervously "your name is Ken Davis Junior but everyone calls you Junior. My name is Kris Furillo and I am your wife."
She looked at him for a moment before she continued.
"And," she continued "we have a son together."
She could hear him let out a gasp.
Her eyes met his and she could feel herself slowly getting lost in them.
Silently she leaned in and kissed him with everything that she had in her.
"Just like old times," she mumbled laughingly.
She could hear him chuckle quietly as they continued to kiss.
Pulling away she looked pleadingly at him.
"Please, please, please tell me you remember me baby."
He stared at her for just a moment before running his hand along the side of her face.
"Kris" he whispered. "How could I have ever forgotten you?"
She could feel the tears slowly falling down her face as she leaned in and hugged him, silently soaking his shirt.
"I knew you would come back to me." She whispered.