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"Ya done come all the way out here to kill me?" I asked, my voice filled with hidden worry, "You tellin' me yer that hyped up 'bout not gettin' the girl that ya'd kill me in order to get her?"

"James, you're in no position to--" Ben began to argue, slightly narrowing his eyes as I cut him off to drawl out, "She'll never be with you, matter how hard ya try so ya might as well give up an' go home, maybe find yerself a nice lady yer own age--I hear Hawking's single."

Ben stood frozen, his jaw set, refusing to utter a word to which I added, "What? That ain't what yer into? Then Richard's probably your best bet--or maybe Locke, I always thought you two had great chemistry."

"You do realize your saying this to a man with a loaded gun?"

"An' you realize you're not winnin' yerself any brownie points with Juliet by killin' her boyfriend?" I retorted whilst staring daggers at the bastard--who the hell does he think he is? He thinks he can just traipse in and take away our second chance at being together? No way in hell.

"Drop the gun, Ben." I suddenly heard a man's voice say sternly as he came towards the two of us. I swiftly let my eyes wander over Ben's shoulder to see said man walking out from the shadows with a woman next to him. I desperately strained my eyes to see who the two strangers were and upon closer inspection, my heart began to beat ferociously as Jack approached--with Juliet.

"And why would I do that, Jack?" Ben asked, reffering to the doctors previous order.

"Because if you don't, Jack will let your daughter die." Juliet answered slowly, articulating each word sternly, and when his face faltered for a moment, she added, "You don't want her blood on your hands twice, now do you Ben?"

"Quite ironic how you first saved Sawyer for Kate, and now your doing it for Juliet." He commented dryly, turning to Jack with a sly smile, "And I know you wouldn't let Alex die. I may be psychotic but I'm no fool."

"You're right." Juliet admitted with a defeated sigh, "Jack isn't a killer--In fact, I'm almost positive he wouldn't let an innocent girl die." She paused, "But then again, I didn't think Keamy would either."

"Why are you doing this Jack?" Ben asked suddenly, turning towards the man and saying quickly, "Sawyer would never do it for you."

"You don't know what he'd do." Juliet sneered coldly, "Now unless you want Alex dead...leave. Leave right now, Ben."

Ben quickly examined each of our faces, lingering on mine only a second longer than necessary before he narrowed his eyes and said carefully, "Alex will be at the hospital tomorrow, nine o'clock sharp."

With that, he turned to leave, placing his gun under his coat, after mumbling, "You're a lucky man, Ford."

(Flashback)

"Amy, these look amazing." I complimented as I watched her gently remove little clay figures from their mold, "I never would have taken you as the crafty type."

"Believe me, I'm not." She giggled, "Sugar cookies and these little clay snowmen are about the extent of my abilities."

"Well like I said, they look flawless." I admitted, and upon seeing a pile of colorfully wrapped gifts in the corner, then asked, "Are those all for Horace?"

She nodded, giving me a warm smile, before asking suggestively, "You get Jim anything yet?"

"Not yet, no." I said simply, then feigning confusion, questioned, "Why do you ask?"

"Come on, Jules." She sighed, rolling her eyes in the process, "Everyone knows you and Jim are in love."

"We are not!" I argued sternly, "Despite what you or anyone else may think, you don't just wake up one day and magically fall in love."

"Exactly." She stated without a beat, "It doesn't happen over night. It takes time. Just like--just like..." She paused to pick up her tiny snowman figurine, "Just like this."

"Like a snowman?" I asked, unconvinced. She chuckled slightly at my comment before stating seriously, "This took a long time to make--a long time to mold. I But in the end, it came out perfect--you even said so yourself."

I chuckled at her antics, readying myself to give a witty comeback, when instead I asked, "You think you can teach me how to make one of those?"

"Only if you give it to Jim."

"Deal."

(End of Flashback)

"I think I'll go too." Jack said once Ben was out of sight, motioning to Juliet and myself, "I'm sure the two of you have a lot of catching up to do."

And just like that, the doc was gone too, leaving me and Juliet outside alone, looking at one another in awe, both of us taking in all of what had just happened. And as she reached up her hand to push a strand of hair away from her face, I had only one thought on my mind--

She knew. She remembered.

"Do you--" I began to ask, although I already knew the answer to my question. I needed to hear it from her--to hear her soft, sweet voice say the words my mind was screaming.

"Remember?" She interjected, visably struggling to keep her hands steady and bottom lip from quivering. I swallowed hard and nodded in response, causing her to smile warmly.

"Yes." She whispered almost inaudibly, tears sliding down her cheekbones, glittering like tiny diamonds.

"Me too." I choked out softy as a wave of emotion crashed across my face, "You're just damn near impossible to forget, Blondie."

Without a moments notice, her lips crashed into mine and our hands were furiously grabbing at one another. She stroked her fingers through my hair and I lifted her up and carried her into my bedroom, holding her as close as possible until I broke the kiss long enough to say, "Missed you too."

Surprisingly, she didn't say anything in response, just simply pressed her forehead against my own, gazing into my eyes as I basked in her beauty.

"How long have you...remembered?" I finally willed myself to say, my throat growing dry with each word.

"Since our day at the beach." She uttered with a small, hearty laugh, remembering the day clearly.

"Get outta town. T'was the same for me." I stated in awe, unable to believe we both went the same amount of time remembering--and the same amount of time hiding the fact from one another.

I kept my eyes fixated on Jules whilst she scrunched up her face--a habit of hers which she unknowingly did whenever she began to overthink--and wondered if she was thinking the same thoughts as I.

Then came silence.

Followed by more silence.

Finally she opened her mouth to speak, causing millions of possible questions to flicker through my mind, when she unexpectantly asked, "Do you believe in soul mates?"

"No." I answered after a beat, "But I believe in you and me."

There was another pause and just when I was about to take back what I said, apologize for sounding too corny, she gave a sly smile and said, "Too bad you never tried your hand at Hallmark--you'd be a millionare by now."

I grinned back at her, glad she still had the same sence of humor after all we'd been through and whispered, "Juliet?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

(Flashback)

"What the hell's this?" James asked innocently as he threw the reindeer covered paper to the ground.

"A...snowman." I said shyly, silently cursing myself for ever thinking James would appreciate such a gift, "I...made it myself."

"Get outta town--this is great. I thought ya just snagged it from some tacky Dharma thrift shop or somethin'--but ya made this by hand?" He asked, seeming genuinely grateful.

I nodded, glad that he indeed liked the present, when he added softly, "Nobody's never made me nothin'. Hell, nobody's never gotten me nothin'."

"Well there's a first time for everything." I said with a warm smile, then added softly, "I'm glad you like it, James."

"Now open mine." He suddenly said eagerly, forcing a large wrapped gift into my hands like an excited child, "I didn't make it but I hope ya like it all the same."

"A new set of pots?" I said with a laugh as I ripped the paper off the gift, "I needed these--they're perfect. Thank you."

"Wait, what's this?" I then asked curiously as I noticed a piece of paper fall gracefully to the floor.

"Oh, I uhh...I got ya a card too." He said shyly, a hint of red creeping across his cheeks. I picked up the slip of paper slowly, looking up at James as he drawled out, "Ya gonna read it or make origami?"

I rolled my eyes and chuckled, before finally looking down at the paper which read:

Merry Christmas, Jules

I love you.

--James

"Didn't know how to tell ya, so figured I'd write it instead." He explained with a grin. I swiftly returned the smile, saying, "James?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you too."

(End of Flashback)