Cpt 3

Juliet observed Sawyer as he wheeled the barrow full of rocks away from Kate. She smiled at the way he kept turning back to look at Kate. To make sure she was okay. He wasn't all bad, Juliet thought as she stretched in the noon day sun.
It had been three days since she last saw Jack, when Ben had walked in on their moment. Juliet closed her eyes, trying to recall Jack's touch as he swept her hair away.

"I'm putting you on Sawyer duty for awhile," Ben had told her.
"Why?" she asked although she knew the answer.
She was getting too close to Jack. She could feel his magnetic pull, drawing her in. Ben could feel it too.
"I think you need a change. A break for now," Ben said.
"I'd like to break you. In two. Smash your face in," Juliet thought.
"Okay," she replied and walked away.
She thought it wouldn't be this hard. This hard to be away from him. But Jack was her gateway, opening her gilded cage, teasing her to come out. And she wanted to fly now. No, she thought, she always wanted that for herself. Jack wasn't freedom; he only held the mirror up so she could see it for herself. But oh, how beautiful those hands of his were as he did it.
…..

"Hello Jack," Ben said through the glass wall. Jack stood up, tall and erect, defiant.
"Where's Juliet?" he asked.
Ben smiled, his head tilted in thought. It hadn't escaped him that Jack had stopped asking for Kate and was now asking for Juliet.
"She's busy Jack," Ben told him.
Jack marched up to the glass, glaring at the man opposite him.
"Did you hurt her?" he demanded to know.
"Now why would I do that?" Ben asked calmly as Jack raged on the other side.
"Because she," but Jack's voice trailed off, his eyes cast downward. He ran his hand over his head.
"She's fine Jack. You'll see her again when the time comes."
"I want to see her now!" Jack yelled, his fist pounding on the window, making the glass tremble, thundering to match his anger.
Ben flinched but only for a second, for a split second he quaked. Then he was calm again, a smile across his face.
"I like the way you fight," Ben said.
Jack's face shot up at the familiar words. The words she told him He had said to her. Jack gave a slight snort.
"Am I supposed to thank you for that?"
"Only if you want to Jack," Ben explained.
"You'll never have my gratitude," Jack said and walked away from him to the back of his cell.
"You think," Ben started then corrected himself with a shake of his head, "No, you're sure you know what is true." Ben paused waiting to see if Jack would turn around but he continued to face the wall, his back to Ben.
"But you're starving here in some deep mystery Jack, you're starving. But I can feed you. I can teach you something new."
…..

It was late in the evening as Juliet shivered in the cold air, hidden by the trees. She bided her time, waiting for her moment.
"He's sleeping so he won't be much trouble, focus on the caves instead," Ben said.
"Yes Sir," Alex replied.
Ben smiled and touched her face; she recoiled slightly before giving in.
"Please, I keep telling you to call me Ben," he said.
"Goodnight Ben," Alex said wrapping her sweater tightly around her as he left for his home.
"Psst," Juliet called then put her finger to her lips.
"Juliet? You know you're not supposed to be here," Alex whispered.
"I just want to see him. Only for a minute, please?"
"Ben says you're supposed to take a break from Jack."
"Like you were supposed to take a break from Karl? Has he let you see him yet?" Juliet asked knowing just how to manipulate the young teenager.
"Okay, but just for a minute," Alex agreed.
"And you won't say a word?" Juliet asked.
Alex shook her head and led the way in.
….

Juliet opened the steel door as softly as she could. Jack was sprawled out on his side, atop the metal table of his room. His chest rose and fell softly as his eyes fluttered behind their lids. Juliet stared, wondering what he dreamt of. Did he dream of home? Of freedom? Of her?
She yearned to touch him, the desire taking over her and she reached out tentatively. Her hand went over his leg at the foot of where he lay. He was deep in sleep and didn't feel her as she inched up his thigh till her hand rested on his hip.
"Jack?" she whispered, leaning over him, her hair draping over his face. Jack mumbled something and turned onto his back. Juliet remembered reading in his file that Jack talked in his sleep, but she couldn't make out what he had just said. She watched him as his right hand came to rest on his stomach, his left lay open, palm up beside her. Her finger traced his life line softly before she bent down, her lips hovering above his. She wanted so badly to taste him but her courage failed her and she stood back up.
"Goodnight Jack," she whispered, "If you dream, dream of me."