If you all killed me, I wouldn't blame you! I haven't updated this in FOREVER! I had school off today, but then had an unexpected thing to do, so this is probably going to be REALLY short! Erg! This weekend I PROMISE I will add like, two chapters to this! Again, sorry!

Love,

Lauren :)

Rose poured the heavy batter onto the hot griddle, making a sizzle sound as she did.

"Jack loves pancakes for breakfast," Marie said as she scrambled up some eggs. "It's one of the only things I got him to eat when he was a youngin'!" Rose sighed, and then turned to Marie and smiled.

"I'll remember that." She said. Marie chuckled and continued to beat the eggs.

"So, Rose, tell me about you and Jack. How'd you two kids meet? Now don't go saying you were just friends, I could tell you were certainly more than that." She explained. Rose wiped her forehead, a small glop of batter stuck to it, then flipped the pancake on the griddle.

"Uh, well, for one, you're right. We were more than friends. Not to say he wasn't my best friend, but… well, I, I loved him."

"Loved? What, you don't anymore?" Marie asked. Rose's stomach formed knots, and she turned to Marie.

"No, I'll always love him." Rose corrected. Marie smiled and continued the continuous whipping of the fork.

"But, Marie?" Rose wondered.

"Yes?"

Rose gulped.

"Well hey there!" A large man said as he walked through the kitchen. "You must be our house guest. I'm Bob." He stuck out his dirt and oil covered hand, and Rose gladly shook it.

"Hello, Bob. I'm Rose-

"Dawson," Sarah said, running to her Dad's side. "Jack's wife."

"She is not Jack's wife," Marie corrected with a chuckled. Rose chuckled as well… secretly wishing she was Jack's wife.

"Dad!" A boy yelled, with a similar voice to Jack's, as he ran down the stairs. "Where's the baseball?" A boy, looking almost like Jack's twin, walked in.

"Frank, don't be so rude! We have a guest." Sarah scolded her brother. Rose giggled and waved to the boy.

"Hello, I'm Rose." She said. Frank rolled his eyes and waved his hand in the air.

"Yeah, yeah, Sarah told me. Jack's wife."

"She is not Jack's wife!"

"I am not Jack's wife!" Rose and Marie both yelled in unison. The two women laughed while the others stood in the kitchen, rolling their eyes at them.

"Well then Miss. Not Jack's Wife, you may stay here as long as you want. Hell, to even as long as that Jack of yours gets back!" Bob declared.

Rose gulped… again.

"Uh, Jack's… Jack's not coming, back." Rose said quietly.

The Dawson family all looked up at Rose, questions churning in their minds.

"What do you mean Jack's not coming back?" Frank asked angrily. Marie exchanged looks with Bob, and they both turned to Rose.

"Kids, why don't you go on upstairs." Marie instructed. The two kids looked at Rose angrily, then ran up the stairs, their loud footsteps creaking on the ceiling.

"Why don't we, why don't we all go sit in the living room?" Marie asked politely. Rose nodded and followed them in. They all sat down on the couches, the springs making screeches as they did.

"Now what's going on here, Rose?" Bob asked sweetly. Rose sighed and rolled her head, making cracking sounds as a result.

"God this is hard… God this is so hard." Rose said over and over to herself.

"Just tell us dear, nice and short." Marie encouraged, trying to make this as comfortable as possible for Rose.

Rose took a deep breath, tears penetrating her eyes, and let out a small cry. A tear ran down her cheek, and Marie got up, walked around the table, and sat next to her, rubbing her shoulder continuously.

"It's alright, Rose. Go on." Marie whispered in her ear. Rose nodded and wiped her eyes.

"Jack's… Jack's… Jack's d-d-dead."

Wow that was really short. But aw, poor Rose! Review guys!