Lost in Time (Two: In the Middle of Nowhere)
Title: Lost in Time
Rating: PG
Summary: Aaron had no intentions of finding the island nor had he planned on getting stuck there, twenty years in the past. This one is definitely a Jate.
Spoilers: Post season 4
Disclaimer: Not mine. :)
Well, I have the basic points of this fic finally laid out, but there are two things I would like some feedback on.
1) If you could pick one person, out of those in Jack's or Locke's camp, to figure out who Aaron really is who would it be?
2) When Aaron went over the bridge he fell into a wormhole (made of dark matter) which basically acts as a bridge through time. Scientists have been debating its existence for years , but it was an easy play due to dark matter research DHARMA was up to. My question to you: Was the wormhole open when crazy suicidal Jack jumped off the bridge?
Think about that one for a minute as it would mean we have more than just two Aaron's running around the island. :)
Thanks so much to everyone who reviewed please keep them coming and I'll have the next chapter up really soon.
Cheers!
Two: "In the Middle of Nowhere"
It was colder on the beach than it had been in a long time. The wind was blowing in off the ocean, laced with salt and cold enough to make the leaves on the palms wilt as it ripped through them. Even the sand felt like ice as Juliet trudged barefoot into the medical tent.
"Who is he?" She locked eyes with Kate, a poised expression playing across her features.
The brunette glanced up. "He said his name was Aaron. I thought he was one of your people." She didn't mean to stress it, but the syllables tumbled out of her mouth before she could retract them.
Juliet pretended not to notice. "No," she said. "I've never seen him before. Ethan and I were the only doctors on the island. Maybe he's from the boat?" She inched closer to examine Jack who was snoring softly in the puffed breaths escaping past his lips. He looked overdrawn and out of place on the makeshift operating table they had fashioned, like he should be standing over it and not on it, limbs slightly dangling over the edge as he shifted in sleep.
"I don't think so." Kate raked her memory, trying to remember just what had occurred between her and the stranger.
"He seemed just as lost as the rest of us."
Juliet raised an eyebrow. "People lie, Kate." She continued to check Jack's reflexes. The incision looked good, clean even, for a procedure that should have been done in a hospital.
"I know. But I just don't think he was." She wasn't sure why she was defending him, but there was a familiarity that she perhaps should have recognized. Kate concentrated on that, had their paths crossed before the island? Was he one of Tom's friends? She doubted it. He was young, almost too young to be a doctor.
"Honestly, I don't think he was either, but whoever he is, he's gone now." Juliet shrugged and turned to Jack. "Someone's really got their eye out for you," she half joked.
Kate offered a small smile of her own. "How's he doing?"
"Out like a light," she laughed. "He would have never made it through if we kept him awake, even as stubborn as he is."
"Just to warn you, I give him half an hour before he's up and checking on everybody else," Kate mused.
"That definitely won't be happening," Juliet huffed, waving a tiny packet in front of the other woman's face. "Vicodin," she explained. "Another gift from our friend. He won't be expecting it and it'll knock him out until morning at least. After that it shouldn't be a problem to slip him a sleeping pill with his antibiotics. We can't take the chance that he won't tear anything else if he moves too soon. He almost bled to death."
"Could he still die?" Kate's pallor dropped a couple of shades as she gripped the edge of the table and brushed against one of Jack's arms in the process. He stirred, opening one eye and then the other. It felt like he was dragging his thoughts up from underwater.
"You knocked me out," he complained to no one in particular once he could string a sentence together. "I wanted to watch," his brows furrowed to meet the creases in his forehead, brown eyes still hazy with sleep.
Kate and Juliet stared. Naturally the first thing he would bring up after almost dieing was that he wasn't conscious to help.
"Because you let your patients supervise their own surgeries all the time," her dry tone was edged with the last remnants of worry which hadn't quite dissolved around them.
He made a noise somewhere between a cough and a chuckle, sounding harsh in the cold night air.
"Jack," Kate finally managed to croak his name. Juliet watched them stare at each other, Jack clumsily squeezing Kate's hand and assuring her that he was 'ok'. Those two never really knew just what to do. She took advantage of the distraction and opened the Vicodin pack, extracting both pills along with an antibiotic from another bottle.
It wasn't hard to catch Kate's eyes once they had wedged their fingers under his shoulders and tilted him slightly so he was half sitting. "Just some ampicillin, Jack. And some Tylenol for the pain." Juliet told him as she handed him a bottle of water. Right now he was more uncomfortable than in pain, but his body was starting to catch up with his mind and they both knew it would start to hurt soon.
"Good." He gave an uncoordinated nod and had to stop to breath before he continued. "I'm glad we don't have anything stronger. I need to be alert." Jack swallowed the pills after a few tries, squirming away from the hands that were trying to ease him back down.
"Jack, what are you doing?" Kate felt the strength return to her voice. He was attempting to swing his legs off the table and push himself up with a groan.
"Jack!" Juliet looked ready to throttle him.
"I'm just..." He paused, fully siting up with his shoulders hunched and the tiniest of grimaces shadowing the heavy dusting of scruff that was starting to appear along his chin. "I'm just going to check and see how everyone's holding up then I'll take it easy for a bit. I promise."
"No, That's insane." Juliet shook her head furiously and Kate found herself agreeing. "You need to stay here and you need to rest. I just removed your appendix, the wound isn't even fully closed yet! You can't just be getting up and doing whatever you want. You're staying put," the doctor seethed.
"Honestly, I feel fine." Jack suppressed a yawn as he lifted up the hem of his t-shirt to inspect the bandage covering the incision. He would never admit that he was starting to feel strange, like the world around him was going a little dimer than he was comfortable with, but just at the edges of his vision.
Kate watched him blinking heavily and tried a different approach. "Jack," she addressed him softly, moving his hands to let his shirt fall back down and cover his abdomen, the faintest hint of a white bandage peeking out.
"Listen, I need your help with something ok?"
He was instantly more alert, nodding and waiting for her to speak. She didn't do so right away, deliberately making him wait, forcing him to feel the calming effects of the drug starting to take hold.
"What's the difference between a 3-iron and a pitching wedge?" His hand felt a little wobbly as it skated across his face. He pinched the bridge of his nose in confusion. "What?"
"Since you're the self proclaimed island golf expert I was hoping you could help me improve my game?" Jack wasn't alert enough to see through her. He drew in a breath and let it out slowly feeling doped-up and increasingly euphoric.
"Well, wedges are similar to irons in the sense that..." Kate was smiling at him, she looked very pretty, he thought. "...in the sense that..." What was he saying again? The world around him was pulsating with splashes of color at varying intensities, they seemed to entrap him. He could almost feel himself falling backwards, like his mind was floating as an overwhelming sense of relaxation washed over his body, every muscle going limp.
"Woah, easy I got him."
Juliet was on the other side of the table, bracing him from falling back. They adjusted him to a supine position, his eyes were still open slightly and he was mumbling incoherently about what they suspected was golf.
"Rest, Jack." Kate stroked his cheek, memorizing the rough stubble as he nudged further into her hand with a happy sign.
"Nice work distracting him." Juliet whispered. She looked somehow sad in the flicking torch light of the tent. "The last thing he needs is to be up and about."
"Previous experience," Kate chuckled. "It's easier when he doesn't catch on." Her expression changed.
"We'll have some of the guys move him back to his tent after he's been out for a few minutes. Thankfully now he shouldn't be in any condition to protest," The blonde woman assured, staring at the lopsided smile that was tugging on Jack's features as he slipped a little deeper.
"Juliet." Kate suddenly felt uneasy. " I want to thank you, for saving him."
Juliet nodded. "It certainly wasn't all me on that one." Her expression stiffened. "You know, he kissed me. The other day, when you came back from the other side of the island, Jack kissed me."
"Oh," Kate let her hand fall back to her side. His eyes were closed now.
"It was nice. ...But it wasn't for me. It was for him. I'm pretty sure he was trying to prove something."
"Prove what?" Her heart was beating fast enough to make her flush.
"That he doesn't love someone else," the doctor's tone was sad but not bitter, more reflective than anything else. "He's a good guy, Kate. Just remember that ok?"
Juliet was already out of the tent before Kate could say anything. She sat down in the sand next to the table, resting her head against the edge. She reached for Jack's arm which was dangling off and made small strokes across his knuckles with the pad of her thumb. For once in her life she was glad that she hadn't decided to run.
He didn't know how long he was on his knees with the tide dangerously close to his legs, silver in the wavering moonlight. Aaron shivered into the sand. He hadn't dried off after his swim and the cold night air was starting to take its toll on his resolve. His stomach contents were next to him, a putrid mess that was even more unbearable as the wind picked up. It was easier just to drop to his belly and roll away from it than expend energy on moving.
The part of his mind that usually dealt with rationality wasn't working. He couldn't understand how he could just fall off a bridge and wind up on a tropical island that was obviously some point in the past; the image of Jack and his mother assured him of that. He just didn't understand and doubted he'd get anywhere with it tonight. His main focus now should be getting warm and finding food. Hopefully it wouldn't be too hard with the ocean to his left and the wild greens of the jungle to his right.
"Hey!...Hey are you alright?...Hey!" Before Aaron had even realize he had dozed off he was being shaken awake. His eyes rolled open, sluggish and uncooperative.
"Huh?" He mumbled, wincing at the sound of his own voice.
"What's happening?"
Bernard was patting him down, feeling his cool, clammy skin with an air of worry.
"Why did you run?" He asked seriously.
Aaron recognized the voice and jerked his head up when his vision stopped spinning.
"I was lost. I wasn't really sure where I was going," he admitted.
"You could have stuck around long enough for one of us to get you a change of clothes. It's the least we could've done." The gray haired man sounded much more gentle than he had in the medical tent.
"She said without you he would have died. You saved Jack's life....I'm sorry I don't even know your name."
Aaron felt strong enough to sit up and swat the hair out of his eyes. "Aaron," he rasped.
"Well Aaron, I'm Bernard." The older man offered his hand and grinned warmly. "My offer still stands you know. If you come back I can hook you up with some dry clothes and a meal."
He felt all the saliva in his mouth start to dry up. If this was the past he should stay as far away from everyone as possible, but he wasn't so sure he could survive out here on his own. In actual fact, Bernard never really gave him an option. One minute he was sitting on the ground, the next one arm was being hoisted around Bernard's neck and he was being dragged down the beach by the older man.
"Hey Juliet," Bernard spotted her at the edge of the sand with her knees pulled up to her chest as she watched the lull of the surf. She turned around, spotting the pair before jogging up to meet them.
"What happened?" She demanded, giving Aaron a once over with her eyes.
"I found him passed out. He's still damp."
"You were wet when you were operating on Jack," she stated.
Aaron shrugged. "Yeah well, it wasn't like I was planning to end up here. I didn't have another change of clothes with me. How's he doing?"
"Sleeping, thanks to the Vicodin you gave him. Come on," she tilted her head toward Sawyer's vacant tent. "I need to examine you."
"It's alright," Aaron assured, barely suppressing a shiver.
"I'm a doctor," he stated it in the same way that Jack always did, that doctor's didn't get sick. "Really, I'm just a little wet...okay drenched and tired. No big deal right? So if you excuse me I'll just be..."
"In the tent." Juliet seethed, half annoyed that no one seemed to want to take her advice today. First Jack and now Aaron...whoever he was.
"Okay...okay," the sandy haired man held up his hands and did what he was told. She fetched him one of Jack's old shirts and a dry pair of jeans before forcing him down on the bedroll to take his pulse.
"63," Aaron yawned, mentally keeping count. "And if I had to guess my blood pressure is low and my temperature is slightly elevated, but only a degree at most."
"You're no exception to the rule that doctors make the worst patients are you?" She asked with raised eyebrows. He offered a small 'sorry' and kept his head down. This was too weird for his liking.
"You saved his life in there," Juliet said after a long moment as she watched the shadows flicker under the blue hues of the tent. "If you hadn't of came when you did, I would have been the reason he died. I was careless."
Aaron snorted and shook his head. "You weren't careless. You had the hard work already done. Arteries are very fickle, it happens to the best of us. You would have got it," he said with a sigh. She would have had too in order for Jack to still be alive long enough to conceive Elizabeth with Kate. He didn't know much about the time line, but he knew that at least.
"You should try and get some sleep. There are going to be questions in the morning," she warned as she exited.
Questions that Aaron didn't have the answers too.
He glanced down at the shirt he was waring, the white and grey plaid was soft under his calloused fingers. He was comforted in the sense that it smelled of Jack before all the alcohol and pills, before when he was just Jack, when he was a doctor and a hero. In this time the real Jack Shephard was still alive and not the empty shell of a man that he believed, growing up, was so much more.
Next Chapter Coming Soon!
Rating: PG
Summary: Aaron had no intentions of finding the island nor had he planned on getting stuck there, twenty years in the past. This one is definitely a Jate.
Spoilers: Post season 4
Disclaimer: Not mine. :)
Well, I have the basic points of this fic finally laid out, but there are two things I would like some feedback on.
1) If you could pick one person, out of those in Jack's or Locke's camp, to figure out who Aaron really is who would it be?
2) When Aaron went over the bridge he fell into a wormhole (made of dark matter) which basically acts as a bridge through time. Scientists have been debating its existence for years , but it was an easy play due to dark matter research DHARMA was up to. My question to you: Was the wormhole open when crazy suicidal Jack jumped off the bridge?
Think about that one for a minute as it would mean we have more than just two Aaron's running around the island. :)
Thanks so much to everyone who reviewed please keep them coming and I'll have the next chapter up really soon.
Cheers!
Two: "In the Middle of Nowhere"
It was colder on the beach than it had been in a long time. The wind was blowing in off the ocean, laced with salt and cold enough to make the leaves on the palms wilt as it ripped through them. Even the sand felt like ice as Juliet trudged barefoot into the medical tent.
"Who is he?" She locked eyes with Kate, a poised expression playing across her features.
The brunette glanced up. "He said his name was Aaron. I thought he was one of your people." She didn't mean to stress it, but the syllables tumbled out of her mouth before she could retract them.
Juliet pretended not to notice. "No," she said. "I've never seen him before. Ethan and I were the only doctors on the island. Maybe he's from the boat?" She inched closer to examine Jack who was snoring softly in the puffed breaths escaping past his lips. He looked overdrawn and out of place on the makeshift operating table they had fashioned, like he should be standing over it and not on it, limbs slightly dangling over the edge as he shifted in sleep.
"I don't think so." Kate raked her memory, trying to remember just what had occurred between her and the stranger.
"He seemed just as lost as the rest of us."
Juliet raised an eyebrow. "People lie, Kate." She continued to check Jack's reflexes. The incision looked good, clean even, for a procedure that should have been done in a hospital.
"I know. But I just don't think he was." She wasn't sure why she was defending him, but there was a familiarity that she perhaps should have recognized. Kate concentrated on that, had their paths crossed before the island? Was he one of Tom's friends? She doubted it. He was young, almost too young to be a doctor.
"Honestly, I don't think he was either, but whoever he is, he's gone now." Juliet shrugged and turned to Jack. "Someone's really got their eye out for you," she half joked.
Kate offered a small smile of her own. "How's he doing?"
"Out like a light," she laughed. "He would have never made it through if we kept him awake, even as stubborn as he is."
"Just to warn you, I give him half an hour before he's up and checking on everybody else," Kate mused.
"That definitely won't be happening," Juliet huffed, waving a tiny packet in front of the other woman's face. "Vicodin," she explained. "Another gift from our friend. He won't be expecting it and it'll knock him out until morning at least. After that it shouldn't be a problem to slip him a sleeping pill with his antibiotics. We can't take the chance that he won't tear anything else if he moves too soon. He almost bled to death."
"Could he still die?" Kate's pallor dropped a couple of shades as she gripped the edge of the table and brushed against one of Jack's arms in the process. He stirred, opening one eye and then the other. It felt like he was dragging his thoughts up from underwater.
"You knocked me out," he complained to no one in particular once he could string a sentence together. "I wanted to watch," his brows furrowed to meet the creases in his forehead, brown eyes still hazy with sleep.
Kate and Juliet stared. Naturally the first thing he would bring up after almost dieing was that he wasn't conscious to help.
"Because you let your patients supervise their own surgeries all the time," her dry tone was edged with the last remnants of worry which hadn't quite dissolved around them.
He made a noise somewhere between a cough and a chuckle, sounding harsh in the cold night air.
"Jack," Kate finally managed to croak his name. Juliet watched them stare at each other, Jack clumsily squeezing Kate's hand and assuring her that he was 'ok'. Those two never really knew just what to do. She took advantage of the distraction and opened the Vicodin pack, extracting both pills along with an antibiotic from another bottle.
It wasn't hard to catch Kate's eyes once they had wedged their fingers under his shoulders and tilted him slightly so he was half sitting. "Just some ampicillin, Jack. And some Tylenol for the pain." Juliet told him as she handed him a bottle of water. Right now he was more uncomfortable than in pain, but his body was starting to catch up with his mind and they both knew it would start to hurt soon.
"Good." He gave an uncoordinated nod and had to stop to breath before he continued. "I'm glad we don't have anything stronger. I need to be alert." Jack swallowed the pills after a few tries, squirming away from the hands that were trying to ease him back down.
"Jack, what are you doing?" Kate felt the strength return to her voice. He was attempting to swing his legs off the table and push himself up with a groan.
"Jack!" Juliet looked ready to throttle him.
"I'm just..." He paused, fully siting up with his shoulders hunched and the tiniest of grimaces shadowing the heavy dusting of scruff that was starting to appear along his chin. "I'm just going to check and see how everyone's holding up then I'll take it easy for a bit. I promise."
"No, That's insane." Juliet shook her head furiously and Kate found herself agreeing. "You need to stay here and you need to rest. I just removed your appendix, the wound isn't even fully closed yet! You can't just be getting up and doing whatever you want. You're staying put," the doctor seethed.
"Honestly, I feel fine." Jack suppressed a yawn as he lifted up the hem of his t-shirt to inspect the bandage covering the incision. He would never admit that he was starting to feel strange, like the world around him was going a little dimer than he was comfortable with, but just at the edges of his vision.
Kate watched him blinking heavily and tried a different approach. "Jack," she addressed him softly, moving his hands to let his shirt fall back down and cover his abdomen, the faintest hint of a white bandage peeking out.
"Listen, I need your help with something ok?"
He was instantly more alert, nodding and waiting for her to speak. She didn't do so right away, deliberately making him wait, forcing him to feel the calming effects of the drug starting to take hold.
"What's the difference between a 3-iron and a pitching wedge?" His hand felt a little wobbly as it skated across his face. He pinched the bridge of his nose in confusion. "What?"
"Since you're the self proclaimed island golf expert I was hoping you could help me improve my game?" Jack wasn't alert enough to see through her. He drew in a breath and let it out slowly feeling doped-up and increasingly euphoric.
"Well, wedges are similar to irons in the sense that..." Kate was smiling at him, she looked very pretty, he thought. "...in the sense that..." What was he saying again? The world around him was pulsating with splashes of color at varying intensities, they seemed to entrap him. He could almost feel himself falling backwards, like his mind was floating as an overwhelming sense of relaxation washed over his body, every muscle going limp.
"Woah, easy I got him."
Juliet was on the other side of the table, bracing him from falling back. They adjusted him to a supine position, his eyes were still open slightly and he was mumbling incoherently about what they suspected was golf.
"Rest, Jack." Kate stroked his cheek, memorizing the rough stubble as he nudged further into her hand with a happy sign.
"Nice work distracting him." Juliet whispered. She looked somehow sad in the flicking torch light of the tent. "The last thing he needs is to be up and about."
"Previous experience," Kate chuckled. "It's easier when he doesn't catch on." Her expression changed.
"We'll have some of the guys move him back to his tent after he's been out for a few minutes. Thankfully now he shouldn't be in any condition to protest," The blonde woman assured, staring at the lopsided smile that was tugging on Jack's features as he slipped a little deeper.
"Juliet." Kate suddenly felt uneasy. " I want to thank you, for saving him."
Juliet nodded. "It certainly wasn't all me on that one." Her expression stiffened. "You know, he kissed me. The other day, when you came back from the other side of the island, Jack kissed me."
"Oh," Kate let her hand fall back to her side. His eyes were closed now.
"It was nice. ...But it wasn't for me. It was for him. I'm pretty sure he was trying to prove something."
"Prove what?" Her heart was beating fast enough to make her flush.
"That he doesn't love someone else," the doctor's tone was sad but not bitter, more reflective than anything else. "He's a good guy, Kate. Just remember that ok?"
Juliet was already out of the tent before Kate could say anything. She sat down in the sand next to the table, resting her head against the edge. She reached for Jack's arm which was dangling off and made small strokes across his knuckles with the pad of her thumb. For once in her life she was glad that she hadn't decided to run.
He didn't know how long he was on his knees with the tide dangerously close to his legs, silver in the wavering moonlight. Aaron shivered into the sand. He hadn't dried off after his swim and the cold night air was starting to take its toll on his resolve. His stomach contents were next to him, a putrid mess that was even more unbearable as the wind picked up. It was easier just to drop to his belly and roll away from it than expend energy on moving.
The part of his mind that usually dealt with rationality wasn't working. He couldn't understand how he could just fall off a bridge and wind up on a tropical island that was obviously some point in the past; the image of Jack and his mother assured him of that. He just didn't understand and doubted he'd get anywhere with it tonight. His main focus now should be getting warm and finding food. Hopefully it wouldn't be too hard with the ocean to his left and the wild greens of the jungle to his right.
"Hey!...Hey are you alright?...Hey!" Before Aaron had even realize he had dozed off he was being shaken awake. His eyes rolled open, sluggish and uncooperative.
"Huh?" He mumbled, wincing at the sound of his own voice.
"What's happening?"
Bernard was patting him down, feeling his cool, clammy skin with an air of worry.
"Why did you run?" He asked seriously.
Aaron recognized the voice and jerked his head up when his vision stopped spinning.
"I was lost. I wasn't really sure where I was going," he admitted.
"You could have stuck around long enough for one of us to get you a change of clothes. It's the least we could've done." The gray haired man sounded much more gentle than he had in the medical tent.
"She said without you he would have died. You saved Jack's life....I'm sorry I don't even know your name."
Aaron felt strong enough to sit up and swat the hair out of his eyes. "Aaron," he rasped.
"Well Aaron, I'm Bernard." The older man offered his hand and grinned warmly. "My offer still stands you know. If you come back I can hook you up with some dry clothes and a meal."
He felt all the saliva in his mouth start to dry up. If this was the past he should stay as far away from everyone as possible, but he wasn't so sure he could survive out here on his own. In actual fact, Bernard never really gave him an option. One minute he was sitting on the ground, the next one arm was being hoisted around Bernard's neck and he was being dragged down the beach by the older man.
"Hey Juliet," Bernard spotted her at the edge of the sand with her knees pulled up to her chest as she watched the lull of the surf. She turned around, spotting the pair before jogging up to meet them.
"What happened?" She demanded, giving Aaron a once over with her eyes.
"I found him passed out. He's still damp."
"You were wet when you were operating on Jack," she stated.
Aaron shrugged. "Yeah well, it wasn't like I was planning to end up here. I didn't have another change of clothes with me. How's he doing?"
"Sleeping, thanks to the Vicodin you gave him. Come on," she tilted her head toward Sawyer's vacant tent. "I need to examine you."
"It's alright," Aaron assured, barely suppressing a shiver.
"I'm a doctor," he stated it in the same way that Jack always did, that doctor's didn't get sick. "Really, I'm just a little wet...okay drenched and tired. No big deal right? So if you excuse me I'll just be..."
"In the tent." Juliet seethed, half annoyed that no one seemed to want to take her advice today. First Jack and now Aaron...whoever he was.
"Okay...okay," the sandy haired man held up his hands and did what he was told. She fetched him one of Jack's old shirts and a dry pair of jeans before forcing him down on the bedroll to take his pulse.
"63," Aaron yawned, mentally keeping count. "And if I had to guess my blood pressure is low and my temperature is slightly elevated, but only a degree at most."
"You're no exception to the rule that doctors make the worst patients are you?" She asked with raised eyebrows. He offered a small 'sorry' and kept his head down. This was too weird for his liking.
"You saved his life in there," Juliet said after a long moment as she watched the shadows flicker under the blue hues of the tent. "If you hadn't of came when you did, I would have been the reason he died. I was careless."
Aaron snorted and shook his head. "You weren't careless. You had the hard work already done. Arteries are very fickle, it happens to the best of us. You would have got it," he said with a sigh. She would have had too in order for Jack to still be alive long enough to conceive Elizabeth with Kate. He didn't know much about the time line, but he knew that at least.
"You should try and get some sleep. There are going to be questions in the morning," she warned as she exited.
Questions that Aaron didn't have the answers too.
He glanced down at the shirt he was waring, the white and grey plaid was soft under his calloused fingers. He was comforted in the sense that it smelled of Jack before all the alcohol and pills, before when he was just Jack, when he was a doctor and a hero. In this time the real Jack Shephard was still alive and not the empty shell of a man that he believed, growing up, was so much more.
Next Chapter Coming Soon!