013. Yellow
Disclaimer: I don't own Lost, I just watch it religiously.
Author's Note: I really never thought I'd write a fic like this. But who am I kidding? I'm such a shipper. Part of my modified 100 fic challenge. Each part is one part of the challenge, and exactly 100 words, not including anything above the line--and according to my Word Count (which is only as accurate as it wants to be).
The yellow light dispersed through the fog outside the bar where Jack had just spent the last four hours trying to be cheerful.
He had stepped outside for a moment to clear his head and he saw her.
She was walking down the street, and she hadn't seen him. Her hands were in her pockets, her hair—short and curlier than ever—falling just over her face.
Jack's mouth went dry. Somehow, even though he thought he had seen her other times, he knew this time she was really there. And he could not let her walk by—leave—again.