Famous Last Words

Chapter One

SPOILER ALERT!

Some spoilers are involved with this story! I don't know how many though.

IMPORTANT NOTE!

This story is a sequel to a series(all stories found in bio) but really, all you need to know is..

1. I went with the story line about Boone being on the meds. I have this big back ground thing about that, but I don't think it's all that important, since Boone will only have two short scenes in this story.

2. Jack knows all about Sawyer's parents and everything, and also knows that Sawyer talked to his dad in the bar.

3. You'll just need to know at the end that I made Alex just this girl from New York.

I think that covers it..besides that Kate went back to jail, and oh yeah, Jack does know that Kate won the lottery.

Disclaimer: The one and only! Lost is owned by J.J and co. at ABC, and "Famous Last Words" is a song by Billy Joel. "You've Got to Hide Your Love Away" is by John Lennon and Paul McCartney(assuming) and performed by the Beatles.

Summary: Life seems to be great as Jack drowns himself in debt to bail Kate out of jail, until a series of unfortunate events strikes both Jack and Sawyer who, of course, blame each other. Only problem? They're both coincidentally two dozen states away.

And now, for the beginning chapter..

YO! Everybody! Listen up! Imagine this chapter as one of those cheesy movie montage they used to open films! Yeah..

Wow..almost an entire page wasted of author's notes..NOW!

FINALLY!

THE BEGINNING!

YAY!

Okay, now really..sorry 'bout that!

Two weeks. Two long..miserable..weeks. And he hated it. He was really beginning to hate time. Just the thought of it. That every day of his life..every..single..day..was exactly the same. Nothing changed. Timeless. Yet it still exsisted. Like the universe was out to get him. And it was. For example, that puddle that just appeared out of nowhere, leaving a clear path for Jack to stumble through as he made his way to his car parked in the bottom east level of the local LA hospital.

Here I stand head in head

Face turned to the wall

Sighing, Jack paused before opening the car door, and threw himself in, the sound of the slamming door echoed through the dark garage. He looked up in the mirror and stared at himself, good in long, still surprised that who he was facing was the real Jack Shepard that people saw everyday. He didn't feel like himself, but still, it was him. Shaking himself out of it, Jack started up the engine, and looked back, backing out of the lot.

If she's gone I can't go on

Feeling two foot small

The lights of LA had always been brighter than Jack's liking, making three in the morning look like six in the afternoon as some late clubbers making their way out of parties, laughing hysterically at absolutely nothing. People that had no bigger problems than if their socks matched in the morning or not. Jack knew he would kill for a life like that, rather he deserved it or not.

Everywhere people stare

Traffic then came to a halt, and the pedestrians that crossed the street casually looked Jack's way. but somehow, it seemed as though there was some conspiracy as their eyes bore into his.

Each and every day

A yell from a car behind him pulled Jack out of his paranoia, and he once again started up the engine, heading towards a small coffee shop whose bright neon lights stung the starless night trying to peek through the clouds. Pulling over, Jack got out of the car, and waited impatiently in the small line.

I can see them laugh at me and I hear them say

"Thanks," Jack muttered as he took the coffee and sipped it.

A heavenly smell of cream and sugar engulfed him, and it was like he was just introduced to chocolate.

Hey! You've got to hide your love away

He got some odd looks from bystanders, but just ignored them, making his way back to his car, and continued the trip home.

Hey! You've got to hide your love away

As he drove, Jack couldn't help but to think about Kate, and what she was doing right now. No matter how much she had hurt him with that last lie, and all the lies before that, Jack found himself worrying constantly about what kind of hell the male inmates could be giving her, and if she was able to take it. Then again, he had no idea how strong she really was.

How could I even try?

I can never win

Hearing them, seeing them

In the state I'm in

Pulling into the right lane, Jack slowed as he neared his apartment building, and it hit him for the first time that he was alone. Really, truly, alone.

How could she say to me

Love will find a way

But maybe, he thought, he could still find a way to get back Kate If he really, really worked at it..

Gather round, all you clowns

And let me hear you say

Then again, Jack was broke himself. Two months away from work did a lot to a doctor, if he even still had a job, which is what he just spent four hours at the hospital trying to find out. Most of it was greetings and sympathetic looks, though the nurse at the front desk claimed they were planning a surprise party tomorrow, and joked that Jack had ruined it. Jack figured it was a good thing. He hated surprise parties, or parties of any kind, for that matter.

Hey! You've got to hide your love away

He finally found a space in the front line on the street, and shut off the car, stepping out and walking towards the stairwell.

Hey! You've got to hide your love away

But he didn't get far before he heard profane yelling coming from the apartment's alleyway. Voices demanding their money as well as a few other words Jack couldn't understand, and some that made him hope the woman with three kids below him had her windows shut. He listened as he heard someone being punched in the gut over and over again, with a grunt of pain. Though whoever it was probably was some criminal, Jack figured if he could live on an island with one, or two of them, he could handle whoever it was, Jack kicked at the brick wall, praying that the noise would drive the gang away, not bring them to Jack. He just wasn't up to a fight tonight.

"Dammit, the cops!" Some guy yelled.

Even though no wailing from cop cruisers were in hearing distance, Jack still heard footsteps run off, and had to chuckle as he walked into the alley, feeling it was his duty to at least check up on the guy.

Entering the alley, it was hard to tell if the body was dead or alley, thrown lackidaisily against a dumpster, the man's jacket hanging loosely off his shoulders. Blood stained the ground beneath him as Jack walked, and he prepared himself for the worse, but nothing was bad as what he actually got, or more like, who the victim was. Sawyer.

Author's Note: Hehe..evil cliffy, I'm aware. Lol. Thanks for all the reviews last fic! Hope the sequel suites you well and I think I've got at least three fics lined up after this, so i'm set for a while, and as soon as the Dead Zone comes back on in June(cheers) I'll probably be doing more screen plays for that. So, hope you liked it!

Next up, on "Famous Last Words":

Sawyer wakes up finding himself once again under Jack's medical care, which he doesn't like at all, but(ha for him) can't do anything about it, except confess why those guys were after him. And as for Jack, he tries to scrounge(weird word there) up more to bail Kate out of jail, and let me give you a hint: he doesn't get it from Hurley.

Hope to see you then, and thanks again for the reviews!

October Sky