Life

"You guys just got all of the breaks didn't you?" Casey was rummaging through Jack's drawers of doctor stuff.

"What do you mean?" Jack looked up from filling his water bottle. He stood up and took a long drink.

"I mean…you've got like…everything a doctor could need in a place like this. You have rubbing alcohol, scissors, and prescription medication! Ooh, stop me I'm like a kid in a candy store!"

Jack walked over to see what other stuff he had. He noticed the wide grin on Casey's face. It was a beautiful smile if he did say so himself. She had straight white teeth and they were centered in-between two pink lips. She smiled so big that it relaxed the muscles in her forehead. Jack smiled back.

"That was the beauty of being seated in the fuselage." Jack sat down on one of the makeshift beds made out of airplane seats and took another drink of his water.

Casey still stood looking through the things Jack had organized in his drawers. She was amazed and a little jealous that the salvaged that much after the plane crashed. They had barely gotten anything. They had a few items of clothing and what ever else they could find in people's luggage.

She looked down at the items again and noticed that they were all suddenly in alphabetical order. 'Damn compulsive disorder.'

The vacuum cleaner was drowning out the TV. But she kept sweeping. Her floor was a mess. Or at least she thought so. After she swept she needed to dust the tables and she needed to wash the dishes. "I hate having a dirty house." She said to herself.

Oprah's voice could be heard once the vacuum was off. She was on to dusting. The pink ball of fluff was being swiped over each table. 'First the coffee table. Then the kitchen table and after that I'll do the bedside tables,' she was obsessed.

Casey moved the pictures off of the coffee table while she dusted and then put them back one by one very neatly. There was one picture of her mother and her sister. She ran her fingers over her sister's form. "I miss Carrie." She mouthed to the picture. The next once she put up was one of her and her intern buddies. Speaking of interning…she looked at the clock. She had to leave for work in twenty minutes. She picked up the last picture and stared at it carefully.

Tears stung her eyes. It was the picture of her holding Ian with Andy standing next to her. It was her favorite picture. She looked around the house she moved to after her family's deaths. It was spotless and she had more money than ever before because she was controlling it, just like she was starting to control what she ate as well. She was healthier than she ever remembered being.

'Work!' she thought. 'I can't be late for work,' she rushed to the door grabbed her purse and was off to the hospital down the street.

Casey looked at the yellow bottles again and moved them around so that they were scattered over the door. She wasn't going to let that happen again.

000

Sawyer pulled his dirty black shirt out of the backpack he had and headed down to the water. There was a girl already there. He headed that way with a smile on his face. Her looks became more vivid as he got closer.

She was thin. A healthy thin. She had dark long hair that reached halfway down her back. It was as straight as a poker but it suited her nicely. She was tan had piercingly green eyes that were offset by her skin color. The white tank she was wearing showed off her cleavage and Sawyer was fixed in a stare.

She caught him starring and decided to have fun. After all that was the kind of girl she was. She gave him a sideways glance and saw he was standing on her other laundry.

"Hey, Tex! Want to hand me that T-shirt?" She rang out the wet pants she had in her hands.

"What T-shirt would that be?" He asked as if he weren't interested.

"The one you're standing on." She gave him a smirk.

He handed her the gray shirt and went back to washing his own clothing. He noticed that she kept giving him side-glances and he looked up at her. "What are you staring at Sweetheart?" He asked harshly in his southern accent.

"You." She said quietly. "I haven't seen you around before."

"I haven't seen you either." He pointed out.

"Yeah, guess that's true. You would have remembered me." She grinned at herself while she rang out the gray shirt.

'I know I would have.' Sawyer thought to himself giving her the once over with his eyes. "I'm Sawyer." He stuck out a wet hand.

"Tina." She shook his hand firmly.

"That's quite a grip you got there Tina."

"One of the benefits of kick-boxing." She smiled a wild flirtatious smile in Sawyer's direction.

If this wasn't a woman Sawyer didn't want to know a real one. He was very satisfied with this cocky one beside him.

000

"You told me your father died." Casey reminded Jack.

"Yeah, I did. So?"

"Even though he wasn't my favorite person, I'm still really sorry." Casey sat on the log next to him. The fire was burning in font of them. The light faded into darkness behind them but the didn't care.

"Me too." Jack sighed. "Casey how did you know my dad so well?"

"I told you…he liked to check up on me." She stared into the fire. "I think he like to rub in the fact that you were a better doctor than me."

"He told you that?" Jack asked in shock.

"Well, not directly but that is what I got from it. He always used to tell me how proud he was of you. How well your procedure of the day went, how incredibly friendly you were with your patients." Casey sounded sarcastic. "Frankly, I didn't like hearing how lame I was compared to Christian Shepard's son."

Jack shook his head. "I never knew." He whispered to himself. Casey didn't hear him. He didn't cry which he thought he would but he didn't. He kept himself composed.

Jack was sitting with his hand on his knees. Casey had clear view of his hands and noticed he wasn't wearing his wedding ring. Puzzled she asked about it.

"Jack, why aren't you wearing your ring? Did you loose it in the crash?"

Jack picked up his hand and looked at it confused. "Oh, no. I'm not married anymore. Things didn't work out." Casey looked at him hard. "How did you know I was married?"

"Your father told me he was going away for the weekend to see your wedding. As if I'd miss his company for two days!" Casey laughed.

"Yeah, he did take off work to come see me. That was the only time though."

"I'm sorry," she said again. Jack was a good man. She felt bad that he didn't have someone to share things with. He deserved something good.

NEXT CHAPTER: Personality

Jack and Casey find out a little more about each other's personality. And Sawyer and Tina run into each other again.

A/N: Guess who Tina represents? DirrtyXtina it's you! I put you in my story too! This is fun. Well, I hope Tina's character lives up to your expectations! You are a great writer and I love reading your stories. And you give me such great reviews! I love you, man! (And I'm not just saying all of this because you told it to me!)