Disclaimer: Revenge is not mine, the scenes that are transcribed are from the show, the alterations are mine.
Chapter Two
… the night Sammy died …
"I can get him into the truck; take him back to the Stowaway." Jack says. I can hear in his voice; he's trying so hard to keep it together, but his world is falling apart. I can relate.
"He used up all his energy getting here." I say, trying to sound rational, "I think this is where he wants to be."
"Yeah, after all these years."
"He's home." I finish.
"Everyday, everyday's been a gift. I was starting to think he was gonna live forever." He's crying, and I try to send him a though, encouraging him to go on, "I can't do it. I don't know if I have it in me to say goodbye to him." Yes you do. You have to. i can't. jack can't know who I am, so I can't say goodbye. It's selfish, but I need him to say goodbye, for both of us. Sammy needs to know how loved he was. And Jack needs it too: closure. He needs to say goodbye to Sammy.
He leans down and starts to whisper, I can barely make out what he is saying, "Sammy, thank you. Thank you for being such a good friend. Such a good listener. Thank you for making me smile, everyday, even on the worst of 'em. Thank you teaching me about loyalty, and friendship, thank you for teaching me how to love. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. Go on. Go play. Go play. I'm right here." Jack breaks down, and I want to comfort him to hold him, but this is a private moment, and it needs to be just him and Sammy. So I keep my distance, and I let them be.
Eventually, he covers Sammy with a blanket and starts to back away from him, "He was a really good friend." He says, almost like he feels he has to explain why he broke down so much, why he was crying so hard.
"So are you. Jack, I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry." I hug him, offer him comfort, and take comfort from him. And then, we're kissing, and it's everything we both need in this moment, everything we've both been dreaming of for so long.
We pull apart, and I smile at him through my tears, "You were always such a good friend Jack. To Sammy. To me. I couldn't have asked for a better one. I was just a scared little girl being taken away from her home, and you promised you would look after Sammy for me. All these years, and you kept him; kept your promise. And even though you didn't recognize me, you were still here for me. Still such a good friend. Even when I rejected you. Even when I let you believe I didn't love you, you were here for me."
Jack looks at me, confused, then realization dawns on him, "You're …"
I nod, "I'm sorry I had to lie to you. That I couldn't tell you. I …"
"Shhh, it's okay," he says, cradling my head, stroking my hair, "It's okay. I know now."
… I need you to stay with me. Ever since I found out who you were, I've been trying to make sense of it, reconcile my memories of that little girl to who I thought Emily Thorne was and, and to who you are. To who I know you are now. I've tried to wrap my mind around it, but I realized maybe it doesn't matter as much who you are. Just as long as you're okay. Because I need you to be okay. And after everything, you owe me that. I'm asking this of you, after all you've put me through, don't make me lose someone else. Please …