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… But I'm Up to Speed Again!
Tearing off down the beach, as fast as a pregnant woman could run, I was partially blinded by the tears sliding down my cheeks. I needed to tell Jack what I remembered. They needed to know about the Others, that they were back, and that they'd regrouped. A sudden, sharp pain in my side made me stop. I reached my hand around, thinking it was a cramp from running. But the next pain that came was stronger and much more intense than the first, bringing me to my knees. I gripped my stomach, feeling sick, but just as sudden as they came, the pains stopped. I caught my breath, and after a moment, I pushed myself awkwardly to my feet. But that was a mistake. Suddenly, looking down, I realized with another wave of sickness that my water had broken. Oh my God. I'm having this baby-now. With another round of sharp contractions, I lowered myself back down onto the sand, panic rising in me. "JACK!" I screamed, praying that I was close enough to be in shouting distance. My breathing was hard and labored as I pushed through contraction after contraction, completely alone. "JACK!" I screamed again, and this time, I got a response. Without looking up, I could hear people running towards me, and like a wave of relief, Jack's voice was suddenly in my ear. "I'm right here, Sarah. Right here, okay? You're gonna be fine…you and the baby. But I need you to stop pushing; catch your breath," he coaxed, his hand propping my back up. My eyes caught Sayid looming above Jack, ready to do whatever he needed. And a few feet behind him was Sun. "Sarah, listen to me. Sun's going to switch places with me, and I'm going to walk you through delivering this baby, okay?" He spoke slowly, and that made me a little scared. But, gritting my teeth, I nodded. "Sayid, I need my leather bag," Jack said, but he'd barely gotten the words out before Sayid went tearing up the beach. "Deep breaths, Sarah. You can't deliver this baby if you can't breathe," Sun whispered, her gentle hands brushing the damp hair from my face. Jack worked my legs up, and I dug my toes into the sand, gripping them so tightly, they were cramping. This pain is worse than what I had with Christian. A cry escaped my taught lips, and tears slipped down my cheeks as another contraction hit me, worse than any of the ones so far.
"Jack…" Sun said, her small voice urgent, but still extremely calm after a few hours, "She's in pain. She needs to deliver the baby." Jack looked torn, but catching my gaze, he nodded. "Okay, Sarah…alright, I need you to push now. Push hard-as hard as you can," he said, and I did. Sun moved behind me, letting me lean against her tiny frame, and after a few moments of excruciating pain, Jack held up his hand. "Sarah, stop! STOP! Shit…the baby's breeching…" I fell back against Sun, breathless and exhausted, but my immediate concern was the look of worry on Jack's face. "Jack…what's…" I gasped out, unable to finish my sentence. Sayid, by that time, made it to Jack's side. "Jack!" I screamed, tearing spilling down my face. I am going to lose this baby. I am going to lose my second child. "Sarah, I want you to push…" Jack said, his voice as determined as his eyes. I shook my head; the thought of burying another baby made me sick. "Sarah, push! PUSH!" Taking a few deep breaths, I pushed, screaming at the top of my lungs, my voice finally breaking with the final push. "It's out!" Sun said as my arms gave way underneath me. I was crying so hard, I was making myself nauseous. I lost my baby. I lost my other baby. Suddenly, breaking all my coherent thoughts, a shrill, high pitched cry rang out at my feet. "It's a girl…" Sayid said, a small smile across his face. Adrenaline pumping through my body, I scrambled to a sitting position, my eyes locking on the small bundle in Jack's arms. Jack was sobbing, but a huge smile was spread across his face as he cradled the baby. Moving slowly next to me, Jack laid the tiny, wailing baby in my arms. "It's a girl…we have a baby girl," he repeated, kissing my forehead. I gasped for a solid breath as I held her. She was tiny, but then she was almost a month early. She had a full, fuzzy head of dark, wild hair. Jack. She's got Jack's hair. "Allie. Allison Grace Shephard," I whispered, looking up at Jack for his approval. "Allie. It's perfect, Sarah. She's perfect…"
Waking up in the early morning to Allie's cry was one of the best feelings I'd ever experienced. I wriggled out of Jack's semi-conscious hold to move to the crib that Claire had let me take, now that Aaron was old enough not to need one. Lifting the infant to my arms, I moved out onto the beach, outside the shelter, so as not to disturb Jack. He really needs the sleep. He'd dutifully taken over the father figure full force, and had been taking care of Allie for me so I could get some rest, something I'd lacked in over the past few days. I always felt a little twinge of panic, knowing that the Others were still out there, and that they could possibly still want our baby, but things had been calm over the past few days. I let my eyes wander across the beach as I rocked the baby in my arms. It was relatively dark, with the exception of a few scattered fires, dimly burning from earlier in the day. Except one, which was still roaring against the dark sky. I could still make out the silhouette of the figure stretched out near it. Taking a deep breath, I made my way to the fire, stopping a few feet away from it. "Last time I was with you in front of a fire, I ended up with the world's worst hangover and a new appreciation for 'I Never'," I said softly. "That so?" Sawyer responded, very dryly and cold. "Mind if we sit? I think…" "We?" he cut me off, his eyes flashing, even in the darkness. "Yeah…me and Allie," I said, walking around the fire and sitting down next to Sawyer, putting some space in between us. After a moment of silence, Sawyer shifted beside me. "It's quiet…unlike baby Huey over there who wouldn't shut up. Damn kids…" he said, but his voice had lost the bite to it. "Would you like to hold her?" I asked, bringing my gaze up to him. Sawyer looked dumbfounded for a minute, then shook his blond head. "No." I smiled, almost wanting to laugh. "You won't break her, I promise. And, she's quiet. She not really much of a crier," I said, holding my arms out and laying the baby in Sawyer's arms. He stiffened a little, but relaxed after a second, his eyes falling on the baby. "She looks like Jackass," he said, his face close to Allie's. "I know…but she's got my eyes. They're blue," I said proudly. He gave her another once over. "Ya know, for being the spawn of the devil, she ain't half bad," he commented. I rolled my eyes. "Jack is not the devil…and neither am I…whichever one of us you were referring to," I said quickly, covering my bases.
After another moment of silence, I cleared my throat softly. "Sawyer, I'm sorry. I…don't think I'll ever be able to apologize…" "Stop. You ain't got nothin' to apologize for. You didn't do nothin', so quit acting like ya did," he said, his voice husky. I smiled a little at Sawyer, rocking Allie in his strong arms. "I named the baby 'James'," I blurted, which brought Sawyer's eyes up to mine immediately. "What the hell are you yappin' 'bout?" he asked. I felt flustered, but I wanted him to know. "Christian, our first baby. The one that…I named him Christian James Shephard." The split second reaction that flashed across Sawyer's face was one of the most rewarding things that I'd ever witnessed. "You did?" he asked, dropping his gaze back to Meg. I nodded, smiling, my eyes welling with tears. "Yeah." Sawyer was silent for a minute, then gently passed the baby back to me. "Better take her back 'fore she gets all whiny and baby-like. Although, she's probably like the infant prodigy with the good Doctor as her daddy," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "And you need to go back to bed; you look like hell." I rose, dusting myself off with my free hand, and headed around the fire. "Goodnight Sawyer," I said, turning to leave. "Thanks," he said, making me freeze. I glanced back, holding his gaze for a moment. Things are going to be alright between the two of you. "You're welcome…Uncle Sawyer," I said with a huge grin. "God, please…NO," he laughed, shaking his head. I nodded. "Oh, yes…Uncle Sawyer and Aunt Kate." His face softened a fraction for a minute. "She ain't mad at you, you know," he said, "She's just scared." I nodded, shifting the baby in my arms. "I know," I said, and with a small smile, I turned and went back to the tent.
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