Title: Unfixable
Dislaimer: I don't own LOST... Somebody else does... I just like to play with their characters... And their dialogue...
Note: This is my first ever fanfic... Please be gentle!
Also... thanks for the kind reviews... the more you review, the faster I post new stuff...
Sorry it's been a while…been at Camp! But I'm Up to Speed Again!
"You and Sawyer! You mean, one minute you're reading to him about 'How to Tell if He's a Sensitive Man' and the next minute you're making out in his tent! Nice Kate…that sounds like something I would do to Jack," I mused from my precarious position high up the branches of a tree, picking out some of the ripened fruit. I heard her laugh from where she was across from me. "When you say it like that, it loses the romantic edge, Sarah," she said, still laughing. "Calling it like I see it. I like you two together. You suit each other," I commented, sitting back against the trunk of the massive tree. "What does that mean? We both have enough baggage to balance each other out?" I shook my head. "No…well, yeah, but that's not what I meant…" "Sarah!" I glanced down to spot Jack, standing at the base of the tree, clearly not happy that I was up there. "Oh I'm fine…" I yelled, flashing him a huge smile. "It's not you I'm worried about; it's me, having the heart attack that you're too high up," he said planting his hands on his hips, my signature move. I rolled my eyes. "I'm coming down, Jack. Give me a minute, and don't pitch a fit!" I said, wiggling my way down. Dropping the few feet the rest of the way, I turned to look at him with a sweetly innocent, half-cocked smile. "I've been looking for you for hours, and I have to find out from Sawyer that you're out wandering in the jungle," he said, trying to be reprimanding, but failing miserably. "You shouldn't even be out here. You're still on bed rest…" "I've rested enough. I'm back to shape," he countered. And he was right. He looked great, just as good as he did, if not better, than before he left. I threw my hands up in defeat. "Okay, okay…I give in. So, what was so desperately important?" I asked, matching his stance with an amused smile. Jack's brown eyes suddenly fell affectionate and loving. "Sarah, I thought about what you said, or tried to say to me when I was…not fully conscious. So, I wanted to tell you this…" he said, reaching in his jeans pocket. I watched him, wide-eyed, as he dropped to one knee. "I know that we never officially divorced, but I think we both want this. I love you, Sarah, and I don't want to ever lose you again. If I could give you anything, I would, so I'm giving you the one thing you wanted. Sarah, will you marry me again?" he asked, gazing up at me, a smile playing across his ruggedly handsome face. In between his fingers, he held a sparkling, beautifully stunning gold diamond engagement ring. My engagement ring. I gasped, my hands sliding to my mouth. "Oh my God…Jack, of course I will," I said dropping to the ground and throwing my arms around his neck. Tears were spilling down my cheeks as Jack took my hand and slipped the ring back on my finger.
FLASHBACK
Strolling down the beautiful marble steps of the hotel, I made my way past the wide-eyed stares of the hotel guests and into the wide doorframe of the bar. It was spacious, with a large, baby grand piano in the middle of the room. And playing a quiet, soft melody, his eyes staring intently at the keys, was Jack. I smiled, watching him for a moment before moving closer to him. By the time he looked up at me, I was standing beside the piano bench, my eyes staring past him. "Those girls are checking you out," I said nodding slightly to the sofa across the room, where two young girls, probably in their twenties, were glued to Jack's every move. He turned to look at me, a small, amused grin breaking across his face. "You're in your PJs," Jack commented. I glanced down at my pink striped pajama pants and jersey top, then I remembered vaguely that my hair was up in a messy ponytail. "Indeed I am," I said, raising my arms in a nonchalant gesture. Pushing him over a little, I dropped onto the bench beside him. "Are they cute?" he asked, his voice very low and serious. "Who?" I asked, frowning. "The girls that are checking me out," he said, like it was the most obvious thing ever. I bit my lip, throwing one more glance over his shoulder. "Mmm, one of them is kind of cute," I said wrinkling my nose, "The other one's just trashy." I brought my gaze to the piano as Jack laughed a little at my remarks. "'Heart and Soul'?" I requested, turning fully to face the keys. Jack nodded, turning alongside me. "You got it." He brought his hands up to the ivory, but I reached over, stopping him. "I'm taking the easy part," I warned. "Of course," he relented, moving his fingers to the keys. He started playing, and with all my concentration, I started playing with him. He played slowly, so I could find the keys easily with my one hand, while he played the chords fluidly with both. "You know you really don't have to do this if you don't want to," I said, still concentrating on the keys. I knew that Jack would know what I was talking about. It was, in my mind, the whole reason he was down here in the first place. "How do you know I haven't?" he asked, throwing a glance at me. "Because…you haven't…" I mused, but then, suddenly, my fingers hit a wrong note, stopping the song. I cringed. "Oh, sorry." Jack reached up for his drink, sitting on the edge of the piano. I immediately dropped my hands across the top of the piano, shaking my head. "It was a silly idea. I just…I read too many bridal magazines. I think they rotted my brain," I said with a light laugh. Jack sat down the drink, gently touching my arm. "Sarah, I want to. I'm going to. I just have to figure out the right way to say it." I brought my hand to rest over his. "Just vows," I said simply. "Just vows?" Jack repeated, seemingly surprised at my flippantness. I saw his eyes drift to the glass doors of the hotel, where a door was being opened for a rather large woman in a muumuu. I felt Jack's muscles droop, and I realized the other reason he was down here. "Hey. He's going to come," I assured him, even though I didn't think Jack was listening. "Yeah. I know," he responded, kind of distantly. I bit my lip, making a decision to leave him to work all this out on his own. He really doesn't need you down here. "So, you stay down here as long as you need to and when you're ready, I'll be upstairs," I said rising. Bending down, I kissed Jack warmly. "I cannot wait to marry you, Jack Shephard," I said, my lips still inches from his. And with a soft smile, I walked away, back upstairs, hoping that he wouldn't be long.
END FLASHBACK
The day was I flurry as Kate, Sun and Claire busied themselves "helping" me get ready for wedding. Though, for me, I sometimes really wished that there weren't so many cooks in the kitchen. Between Kate and Claire entertaining themselves with my dress-which was black-and my hair, I was about ready to call the whole thing off. "That's all you've got? Sarah, it looks like a funeral dress!" Claire exclaimed, eyeing me as I stood in the tent, Kate sitting on a suitcase next to me. "That's because it was, Claire. I was wearing it to Jack's dad's funeral," I said, my patience wearing thin. The only person I fully appreciated right now was Sun, who had excused herself about a half hour ago. "It's all I've got, girls. It's either the black dress, or my dirty jeans and a tank top," I said, giving them the ultimatum. Claire wrinkled her nose, but nodded. "Jack would look silly up there in a suit and you in jeans," she relented, and I heard Kate snicker at her response. "You're having way too much fun with this, Claire," she said with a smile. The young blond planted her hands on her hips, looking stubborn. "I didn't get to plan my wedding. I didn't even get to have a wedding. So let me relish in Sarah's," she pleaded, and even I had to laugh. "Now, about the hair…" she said with a malicious grin.
Stepping out into the dusky, glowing sun, I took a relaxing breath. The cool, ocean breeze blew across my bare neck and shoulders, making me shiver. I really had wanted to wear my hair down, but Claire had insisted on it being up. And, I had to admit, she'd done a good job. It was twisted and pinned with a few bobby pins that Kate had found in a suitcase, with a few of the shorter pieces just loosely hanging down. "Well, well, aren't we the Belle of the Ball?" I glanced next to me, spotting Sawyer swagger over. "Isn't that supposed to be the way it is? I mean, it is my wedding day," I said smiling. Sawyer sighed loudly, folding his arms across his chest. "Yeah, yeah…I know. But I thought I'd get away from it by joinin' the blushing bride, cause, Barbie, good ole' Jack-O is just short of a nervous breakdown." I grinned, shaking my head. "You should have seen him on our real wedding day," I said laughing. Sawyer's face turned serious for a moment. "Congrats Barbie," he said lowly, "I mean it. After what happened out there with the Others…You caught yourself one hell of a guy. " I'm not sure how I should take that, but I think it was a compliment. "Thanks Sawyer."
The group parted as I made my way up the "aisle" towards a beaming Jack. He looked just as good as he did on our real wedding day, dressed impeccably in his only suit, cleaned up by a gracious Rose. I took his hand as we stood in front of the castaways, but for me, he was the only one there. I allowed myself to melt in his deep, understanding eyes, and I had to hold back the urge to kiss him right then. Just the way you were at your wedding day.
FLASHBACK
"…In sickness and in health, in good times and in bad, I risk it all, because I love you," I finished, the tears momentarily blurring my view of Jack's handsome face, clean shaven for the wedding. He looked amazing in the simple black tux, and I was vaguely aware of the minister standing beside us. I could feel the breeze ruffle my white dress as we stood underneath a vine-wrapped arch, outside in the perfectly beautiful sunlight. "Thank you, Sarah. Jack has also prepared his vows. Jack, if you would please?" the minister encouraged. Jack was staring at me so intensely, I wasn't sure if he'd even heard him. I squeezed his hands about the same time the minister said, "Jack?" He snapped back to life, looking a little flustered. My stomach flip-flopped a little, nervous for him. "I didn't write any vows," he started, and my heart plummeted. But Jack continued. "I've been trying to for months, but I couldn't, and I started to wonder why that was and as time went by it only got worse…because I'm…because I'm not good at letting go or maybe I'm afraid of what will happen if I fail." he paused for a minute, tears shining in his eyes, and they were already falling in mine. I gripped his hands so tightly; I was terrified, for a split second, that he was going to leave me at the alter. "But I know one thing. I would've never been able to write anything as beautiful as what you just said. And last night, Sarah, when you were talking about the accident at the rehearsal dinner…you got it all wrong. I didn't fix you. You fixed me. I love you, Sarah, and I always will," he finished, tears streaking down his cheeks. Reaching up, I took his face in both of my hands and kissed him, hard and desperate, and small cry of happiness escaping my lips. I could hear everyone clapping, but the only thing that I really paid any attention to was the handsome man standing in front of me, staring into my eyes, shining with tears.
END FLASHBACK
"Sarah?" Eko urged, and I snapped back to the present, finding myself staring at Jack, who was watching me intensely. Eko, realizing that I wasn't exactly paying attention, cleared his throat. "Do you, Sarah, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband? To have and to hold, through richer or poorer, for better or worse, until death do you part, for as long as you both shall live?" I smiled, tears flooding my eyes and sliding down my cheek. "Yes," I said softly. I completely missed what Eko said to Jack; all I heard was Jack's response-a solid, smiling "Yes." Tearing my gaze away from Jack, I looked up at Eko, who had a huge smile spread across his face. "Then by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Jack, you may now kiss your bride," he said with a small nod. Throwing my arms around Jack's neck, I leaned into his face, our lips colliding passionately. I heard the castaways clapping and cheering, but Jack's tongue in my mouth was really the only thing I was fully aware of. "I love you," Jack whispered, pulling apart, his forehead resting against mine, his face inches from me. "I love you too," I returned, moving to kiss him again.
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