A/N: Well, here’s my piece for the LOST Secret Santa! This is for Northern Sky! Hopeyou enjoy!
The music was upbeat, and extremely loud as Jack downed what had to be histhird shot in less than five minutes. Everything to him was blurred, and very hard toconcentrate on – it was a wonder that he was actually hitting his mouth whenever he took a drink.“Sir, I think you’ve had enough for one night.” The bartender said when jack asked for another shot of whatever he had been drinking – he didn’t rightly know, but ittasted good and numbed everything. He liked being numb – it made him forget. Forgeteverything about the island, and everything he had left behind. At least until he woke upthe next morning. Then all the memories would come back, as would a poundingheadache.“I-I’ll t…tell you when I have had enough.” Jack muttered. “Now get – get meanother one!”“I’m sorry sir, but I’m cutting you off.”Jack got to his feet angrily, sending his empty glass flying to the floor where itshattered into thousands of tiny pieces. Nobody around him seemed to notice – not evenhe noticed, until his face met the floor. He had hit the ground, too drunk to stand upstraight or even yell at the bartender for cutting him off for drinks.“My – being back in the real world hasn’t been too good for you, has it Jack?”He looked up, or at least attempted to. But it was dark, and hard to focus as herolled over on his side, slight bits of glass stuck to his face and burning slightly as theycut into his skin.“Come on – lets get you some fresh air and get you cleaned up.” The voice saidand a soft, warm, hand grabbed his arm and pulled him to his feet, where he could barelystand.With ease, Juliet Burke placed his arm around her shoulders and began to helphim toward the exit.As they passed under the lamp that lit up the entrance to the bar, Jack finally got agood look at her face, and nearly stumbled in shock.“J…Juliet? What are you-you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be, back on thatisland?” He asked, his words slurring slightly. She just smiled and helped him to his car – how she knew which was his, he never would have guessed. She was prettier than whathe had seen her before – her hair fell around her shoulders, haloing her face. She wore awhite sweater dress, and reminded Jack of an angel, almost. She settled him into the passenger’s seat like a child, making sure he was buckled up safely. She had somehowgotten his keys out of his pocket and was now sliding into the driver’s seat, starting theengine.“Answer my question.” Jack stated as they soon were zooming down the highwaysilently toward his apartment – she knew where he lived? “How are you here?”“You don’t honestly want to know, Jack.” Juliet replied to him, in an almost bitter tone. But it was quickly replaced with one of softness. “You don’t need to know, is what Imean. It’s better if you don’t.”