A/N: This fic is a little weird for me because each chapter sounds really different. For anyone whose wondering, I meant to do it that way. This fic is kind of made up of small snippets of J/C's life as they are on the run, so each as a different feel to it.

They were husband and wife. At least that's what their identification said. Mr. and Mrs. Jeffrey Martin. They had moved to an island—one that did not extradite criminals back to the United States. After all, that's what they were now—criminals on the run from the very government that they once protected.

They had opened a small bar place—or cantina—Jack always reminded her that they were called cantina's here. It was really the perfect set up for them. Jack took care of the bar, while she managed the books and supply orders. At night, she pitched in as a waitress. And of course, she knew that Jack liked it so much for one very important reason.

She was never more than 10 feet away from him at any time.

They had traveled almost continuously until they safely reached the place they now called home, but when they did stop, Jack always got them a room with two beds. This ended when they got their apartment. For one, it only had one bed. If they had bought another bed and moved it up, it would have looked suspicious, since they were husband and wife. And this arrangement had the added bonus of keeping them in the same room.

And it keep them less than 10 feet apart at all times.

They slept the same way every night. Jack on the side closest to the door and her curled up against his side. His gun always close by and he ready to shield her with his own body at anytime.

They lived like this for almost six months. Sleeping together, but not sleeping together. Then one day, she and Jack were having lunch at the bar when someone asked for a brand of tequila that wasn't at the bar. He went in the back to get it, leaving Chloe alone at the bar. Usually this would not have been a problem. Their regular male customers, and even some female customers, had learned very quickly that it was not in their best interest to mess with Jeffrey Martin's wife. Unfortunately a new customer, a tourist with a receding hair line and bad teeth choose that moment to enter the cantina. He sat down next to her and began flirting immediately.

She had done her best to dissuade him. At first ignoring him and then hinting that her husband would be back any minute. But he kept getting pushier and pushier. She stood to go behind the bar and away from him, but before she could move he had her pinned and was kissing her. The man was obviously more than a little drunk and she could easily have moved him, but before she could do anything he was flying away from her. She watched in fascinated horror as Jack yanked the guy up and threw him out, hitting him quite a few more time before he did so.

Then he was at her side, his hand on her cheek, his tone gentle as he asked if she was okay. She nodded, a little shocked at the commotion and smiled to reassure him.

As the day went on she began to realize that while Jack was keeping one eye on she at all times, he wasn't speaking to her and he was being very careful not to touch her, even accidentally. She began to think that he was mad at her because of what happened earlier.

Their night ended at around 2 in the morning and Jack walked behind her up to their apartment.

He didn't so much as brush his arm against hers.

By the time she got to the door she was sure he was going to scream at her once they got inside. As he locked the door she opened her mouth to apologize, but found herself yanked up against his body.

"J-Jack," she whispered, but it was cut off when he thrust his tongue into her mouth. Her confusion melted away as six months of pent up lust sprang free.

Their first time was hard and fast and absolutely perfect. It was the moment they had both wanted for so long and it had finally come.

Afterwards as they lay in each others arm, trying desperately to stay awake and prolong the night, she asked the question he had cut off earlier, "I thought you were made at me before. I thought that was why you didn't touch me all night."

"I couldn't touch you all night. I knew if I did we'd end up naked on top of the bar."

Chloe gasped at the extremely hot image, "That might have disturbed a few customers."

"It probably would have given our customers a real thrill."

They laughed together and just that easily they went from friends in love to friends who were lovers.