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...

Strolling down the beach towards our shelter, I couldn't take my eyes off of Jack. "What?" he asked, laughing slightly. "You know, this is our honeymoon. And I could think of a million things we could do…" Jack's eyes widened. "A million? Because I really am only thinking of one…" I laughed, punching him playfully. "I think you've been spending too much time with Sawyer," I said grinning. But, leaning close to his ear, I whispered, "I was thinking the same thing." With a wink, I took off down the beach, the ocean breeze whipping the dress wildly around my legs. Reaching up, I pulled out the few bobby pins in my hair and let it fall loosely on my shoulders. Suddenly, I felt strong hands grab at my waist and whirl me around to face him. "Kiss me," I whispered, a smile broad across my face. Jack shook his head, his dark brown eyes flashing. "Let me do this right, Sarah," he said softly. I cocked my head, frowning, but with quick ease, Jack lifted me into his arms, carrying me to our tent. I literally melted with emotions. "Jack, you're carrying me…" "Across the threshold. Welcome home, Sarah," he said, kissing me warmly.

Ducking to get inside, Jack gently laid me down among the blankets and few pillows we'd collected. Crawling down next to me, he picked up my arm, kissing every inch of bare skin. I rolled over on top of him, sitting back against his raised knees. Working slowly, lovingly, I began to unbutton the white shirt, starting from the bottom, up. I could feel Jack's fingers sliding up my back, searching for the zipper of the dress. "Keep going. You're not there yet," I whispered, leaning down and kissing his neck, my lips moving up to his cheek and finding their way to his lips. Thank God you can multitask, Sarah, I thought as my hands worked on unbuttoning Jack's pants. We parted for a moment, Jack's fingers gliding across my skin as the dress slipped off, along with Jack's shirt. I exhaled, looking into Jack's passionate gaze. "You know, I'm not for rushing things during sex, but when you're like this, I tend to get a little…impulsive. So, I'm thinking that we've had enough of…this…" I said biting my lip to hold back the massive grin. "I think you're absolutely right," he said, rolling me over and crashing his lips into mine.

"Wow…" I breathed, resting my arm over my forehead, which was damp with sweat. Jack laughed, his fingers still roaming over the curves of my body. "I could definitely get used to the impulsive Jack Shephard." I sat up, wrapping a blanket around me, still close enough to Jack for him to continue stroking my back. "You're the most beautiful man I've ever seen," I sighed, my fingers tiptoeing up from his bellybutton, trailing through his chiseled chest, up to his chin. He brought his head down, blushing a little, and kissed my fingers. "You could see it again…" he hinted, a smile gleaming across his face. I grinned innocently, throwing my hands up. "You're totally right. I think I should," I said just as he rolled over on top of me, knocking me back down onto the bed.

By the time we finally made it out of the tent, the sun was high up in the cloudless sky. I stretched, reaching my arms up over my head, my muscles feeling loose and relaxed. I felt Jack's hands rise to meet mine, his body flush against me. "I've got some people to go check up on. Doctor stuff. I'll be back in a few hours, okay?" he asked, his chin resting on my shoulders. I nodded, dropping my arms and turning to look at him. "Yeah, go. It's fine; I'll be fine," I said, giving him a long, lingering kiss goodbye. I sighed as he left, my gaze drifting out to the ocean. The waves were lapping gently up to the sand, and the sun reflected off it's crystal blue water. Suddenly, my eyes caught something out from the shoreline. I shook my head, thinking it couldn't be real. But it was. Shielding my eyes, I looked again-a boat. "BOAT!" I screamed, for anyone around to hear. "It's a BOAT!" Sawyer and Sayid were the first to get to me. "Damn Barbie…" Sawyer muttered, just as Jack reached the small huddle. Without hesitation, Jack pulled his shoes off, and, not bothering to take any clothes off, ran into the water, followed by Sayid and Sawyer, who had stripped shirts and shoes and followed suit. I watched from where I was planted on the beach, unable to move. My heart was pounding as I watched the three men swim towards the vessel. Crowds were joining me on the beach, murmuring whispers and frantic excitement. Straining my eyes, I could vaguely make out Jack as he pulled himself up onto the sailboat, followed closely by Sawyer and Sayid. "Sarah?" Kate yelled, sprinting through the sand to where I was. "Is it really…?" I pointed out to where the pristine conditioned sailboat wafted in the bounding waves. "My God…" she breathed. We waited, watching for any sign, any gesture from someone on the boat. Then the gunshots came. They echoed across the water, originating from the boat. My hand immediately went out to Kate's, an instinctive move, my mind fearing for Jack. Keeping my gaze glued to the boat, I spotted Sawyer's broad figure standing on the edge, next to Jack. Exhaling a breath I didn't realize I was holding, I released my death grip on Kate and watched as the three men dove back into the water and began swimming back to the shore.

"What's going on? Have we been rescued? Has help come?" I looked around at the frantic castaways crowded around me. "I…I…could you just hang on a minute?" I asked, wiggling my way out of their circle. In the darkness, I caught sight of Jack, standing next to the fire, pulling off pieces of meat from the wild boar rotissiering over the flames. "The others are wanting to know what's going on. What do you want to tell them?" I asked, quietly joining him. "I don't know…we don't know anything…" I frowned, obvious of Jack's attempt to withhold what he knew from me. "Jack…" He turned, throwing a glance over his shoulder. "Tell them Desmond's back," he said shortly. I shrugged, staring at his back. "Who the hell's Desmond!" I called, tossing my hands up in distress. I watched him go off towards the beach, seemingly distracted. Damn you. How much have you known about that you haven't clued me in on?

Not having seen my husband since this Desmond guy dragged his boat to shore, I decided to distract myself with little useless tasks until Jack and I were back on normal speaking terms. When have you and Jack ever been on 'normal' speaking terms? I swished a dirty pair of jeans around in the washtub, attempting to get the mud splotches off. "Sarah! Sarah!" I glanced back, already recognizing Charlie's voice calling to me from the path to the beach. He looked upset, and that simple fact instantly bothered me. Charlie, even in the most tense and stressing situations, was never outwardly nervous or worried. "What's wrong?" I asked, dropping the jeans to the side and meeting him the rest of the way up the beach. "It's Locke. I…he's gone bloody crazy! Him and Eko both," he said, talking quickly and very animatedly. I held up my hands, trying to understand. "Charlie, slow down. What's going on?" I asked again, my voice a steady contrast to Charlie's panic. "Where's Jack? That's who I came to get. Jack can talk some sense into Locke and Eko…" "I don't know where Jack went," I said apologetically. And truthfully, I didn't. I'd actually been waiting all morning for him to come back around. I had some potentially great news to tell him. Charlie ran his hands through his hair. "What should I do?" he asked. I grabbed Charlie's shoulders, steadying him. "First, tell me what's going on," I said with a slow nod. Taking a deep breath, Charlie started. "Locke decided not to push the button anymore. Eko thought it was a bad idea and tried to stop John, but that Desmond nutter locked John and himself inside with the computer." I nodded, throwing a quick glance around. "Let me go try and talk to Locke. You go see if you can find Jack," I said sprinting towards the hatch.

By the time I made it there, Eko was nowhere in sight. Breathing heavily, I walked up to the cement door, pressing my body against it. "John? It's…Sarah. Look John, let me come in. I just want to talk to you," I pleaded, listening for a response. "You're going to let him in, aren't you?" I heard through the door. Eko. He doesn't want Eko in. I shook my head. "No. It's just me. Please John," I begged. After a moment, the doors opened, and Locke's firm grasp pulled me in. "Shut them," John said to someone across the room. I followed his gaze to a ragged, long-haired man crouching in the corner, behind the computer's wiring. "Who the hell…?" I asked, watching as the doors closed again. "Desmond Hume," he said, extending his hand. He had a thick accent, a mix of what sounded Scottish and British. I shook it hesitantly, then looked around the small room. "John, what's going on?" I asked, moving next to the older man. The look across his face was determined, yet behind that was a shade of defeat. "In 108 minutes, that computer's going to start beeping, and when it does, we're going to let it go. We're going to let it run down to zero, past zero. And we're not going to push the button." I shook my head. "Why wouldn't we?" John laughed a little, rather bitter. "It's not real. We've been puppets…puppets on strings. As long as we push it, we'll never be free," he said, staring into the blank computer screen. A sudden banging on the door made me jump, and I moved quickly to the blast doors, under close watch by Desmond and Locke. "Sarah!" It was Charlie. "Charlie! Did you find Jack?" I called back, leaning hard against the door to hear. "Look, we need to work this out! Eko is very upset, John. Just open this door and we can talk about it. Sarah, you should know that Eko is going to blow open the blast door." I swallowed hard, Charlie's last sentence hitting me. "Sarah! SARAH!" My eyes widened as the disparity in Jack's voice. I pressed both hands against the cold door, banging a little. "Jack!" I yelled, suddenly feeling a stab of guilt. Right after the guilt came the panic. What if I don't get to tell him my news? "Sarah, get John to open the doors…NOW," Jack said slowly. I turned, my back to the door, to look at Locke. "Blow it open with what?" John asked, and I relayed the question to the others. "With dynamite from the old ship in the jungle," Charlie replied, and I heard Desmond chuckle behind me. "It would take an atom bomb, brother. Tell him not to bother." Locke looked unsure. "You sure it'll hold?" Desmond nodded from his seat on the sofa. "Aye, I'm sure." "Sarah, you need to get out!" Jack yelled, pounding his fist against the door. Looking back at John, I shook my head. "I can't."

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