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...
Bending down, I picked up a shard of some broken glassware, then tossed it back to the floor. I could hear Jack a few feet away from me, doing the same thing, and across the room, Kate and Sawyer were talking softly to each other, but still cleaning. In fact, in different rooms, with the exception of John and Eko, most of the castaways were pitching in to clean up and sort through the wreckage of the hatch. Miraculously, it was still standing, but practically everything inside was broken or destroyed. Nobody really talked about what had happened, pretty much because no one could explain it. Not even Desmond, who, other than a few cuts and scrapes, came out of this unscathed. But, from what Charlie had found out from Locke, he was the one who stopped the explosion in the hatch by putting in some key to diffuse the failsafe. Jack kept a careful eye on him, still not completely sure of what he thought about him. And, to be honest, I wasn't sure why; I liked him-what I knew of him. But Jack seemed wary, like he couldn't believe he was here. Knowing better than to push the subject, I let it go, chalking it up to not knowing much about how he got here in the first place. "Finding anything?" Jack asked, looking up at me from his crouched position near what was the kitchen area. "A few uncrushed prescription bottles, some unharmed wrapped food products…other than that, nothing," I said, pointing to my stack of useful items, which was small. "I shouldn't have left the medicines down here," Jack mumbled, shaking his head. I shrugged, my heart going out to my husband. "You didn't leave all of it. And how were you supposed to know that the hatch was going to almost blow up?" Saying it sounded ridiculously flippant, but it was true. Jack grinned a little, nodding. "True…Very true," he said, going back to work. Weaving my way close to him, I knelt down to whisper in his ear. "By the way, the showers survived…" I said with a small, sexy smile. Before he could comment, I went back to work. "Hey Barbie!" I glanced up, where Sawyer and Kate were standing at the bookshelves; Kate was trying to restrain her fit of giggles as Sawyer tossed an object to me, a wide smirk across his face. Reaching up, I deftly caught it in one hand, my eyes widening. A deck of cards. "For next time…maybe you can invite the two of us," he said wickedly. I stared at Kate, who shrugged with a wide grin. Feeling the heat rise to my cheeks, I looked over at Jack, who was shaking his head, not even looking up at us, but the embarrassed smile across his face was obvious.
Among picking up the trash, I spotted Desmond enter the room, looking dazed and a little reminiscent. I stopped, watching him, as he looked around the room, then, in a quick movement, bolted outside. I glanced at Jack, who had been watching him too, who immediately followed the man. What the heck? Where's he going? And, with a slight hesitation, I followed them both, jogging out of the hatch and into the fresh jungle air, ignoring the throbbing pain in my upper thigh. I kept a good distance between Jack and I, knowing that he probably didn't want me following him. "Stop! Where are you going?" Jack yelled, coming to a halt, a little winded, at the top of the crest of a small ditch, Desmond skidding to a stop a few feet in front of him. Moving a little to my right, I gasped, my hand moving quickly to my mouth to silence it. Jack stood, perfectly still, aiming a gun at the other man. The look in my husband's eyes was lethal, but for someone who knew him, he looked more scared than anything. "You," Desmond said, his eyes widening in the sudden recognition. Jack shook his head. "Stop." "Sorry?" Desmond questioned, having moved completely around to face Jack, a slight confused expression on his face. Jack cocked the gun, preparing to take aim. "You want to shoot me? Shoot me," he said, throwing his arms up, "But I'm not having an argument…" Jack suddenly snapped, taking a angry step forward. "Why are you running? YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW WHAT YOU'RE RUNNING FROM!" Desmond took another step forward. "I remember you…running…I know you…I met you…" Jack was shaking his head, not willing to look up at the man. I stayed crouched, a few feet behind Jack, completely at a loss as to what was going on. You know Desmond? How's that possible? "Stop," Jack demanded again, his voice edgy and serious. But Desmond continued. "Los Angeles. I was training, yeah? You twisted your ankle. You…" "Stop," Jack interrupted bitterly. I could hear the tears choking his voice. "You're a doctor, right? There was this girl you…you…you were worried…you said, you said you failed her. That was you," he said, his voice wild with shock. I could see Jack's hands shaking as he tried to regain composure. "It doesn't matter," he said slowly. "Was she okay, the girl?" Desmond asked. Suddenly, it dawned on me. The Tour de Stad. Jack running, smelling. He thought…the surgery didn't work. He met Desmond at the stadium? "It doesn't matter," Jack repeated, his voice tight with emotion. "What happened to her?" Desmond urged, taking another step forward. "It doesn't matter." Desmond's shoulders dropped. "How can you say it doesn't…" "I married her!" Jack exploded, lowering his gun and breaking into sobs. I felt sick, watching all of this. Everything made sense; why Jack was suspicious of Desmond, why he wouldn't tell me what was going on…because he knew him. He was with Desmond the night after my surgery. He had told him that he failed me. But he didn't. "Right…and you're not married to her anymore, then?" Desmond asked, breaking the quietness of Jack's breakdown. "She's here! She's with me! And she's…she's pregnant…" Jack gasped after a moment. Desmond cocked his head, watching him. "She's here? You lifted it up, then? You fixed her," he said contemplatively. Jack was silent. "Right," Desmond said, understanding Jack's silent response. "See you in another life, yeah?" he said, before turning and continuing to run. I watched Jack attempt to regain some composure, but every time he got a handle on his tears, another wave hit and he started all over again. I'd never seen him like this. Feeling the urge to go out to him, I crawled out from my hiding place and ran to him, throwing my arms around his neck, aware of how much pain I was in, but needing to comfort my husband instead. Jack clung to me for a moment, then pulled back. "You heard all of that?" he asked, his eyes red and cheeks blotchy. "Yeah, and it's okay. You never…you could never fail me. I'm still right here-your walking miracle. And you're still right in front of me-my hero," I said, brushing the few stray tears away with my thumb. "Now let's go back. You've got a group to lead," I said, taking his hand.
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