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[Lost] Are you sorry?

Titolo: Sei pentita?
Fandom: Lost
Personaggi: James "Sawyer" Ford, Juliet Burke
Pairing: Pre Sawyer / Juliet
Rating: G
Word Count: 1263 ( Fidipù )
Challenge: COW-T @ maridichallenge
Prompt: [ Second Week - Missoni 1] Prison
Summary: on the pier now, only she had stayed. The submarine had sailed nearly an hour before and little by little, all those who had witnessed his departure had gone, returning to take care of their tasks and their facts, leaving it there to reflect on its own, the point at where it all began, three years earlier - and that would have ended there that day, if she had not changed his mind.
Notes: If I go on like this will end I will write at least one fic for each day of the three years' These two have passed on Island, lol. XD This is set by the two famous weeks later, when the submarine part of the island, leaving Juliet: Here Ju is not yet fully aware that he remained for him, but already realizes that James has a great influence on her (something that goes a bit 'out of my royalties, but the fic is beautiful because it varies, no? XD) And I do not add much, because if not you the whole story, lol. XD
Spoiler: None
Disclaimer: Darlton's. ♥
Warning: None



on the pier now, only she had stayed. The submarine had sailed nearly an hour before and little by little, all those who had witnessed his departure had gone, returning to take care of their tasks and their facts, leaving it there to reflect on its own, the point at where it all began, three years before - and that would have ended there that day, if she had not changed his mind.
He scanned the flat sea that widened under his eyes and ran a hand through his blond hair that fell in thick curls on his face and eyes, wondering for the umpteenth time if he made the right choice or not. James was right, yet there was nothing for her, in seventy-four, not a home base to return, not a family that expected, none of what he had left to follow Richard and Ben had already been created: if was turned back, he would find herself all alone with nowhere to go, without a person on whom it could rely, or he could tell his story - But it is not a reason not to go.
When his own words back to mind breathed deeply, just lifting his eyes toward the sky. Instill, what she wanted, really? Being able to rejoin with his family which had no news for too long or be able to finally escape from that island Given that, despite all his efforts, he seemed unwilling to let go?
Maybe once would have answered the first option but now no longer even knew her. Ben had always told that the island was a magical place, a place where miracles happen, but gradually that women had begun to die under his hands had begun to cease to believe his tales. For what it was concerned, the island was nothing other than a prison.
sighed, putting a hand to his forehead to repair his eyes from the sun that had been raised at all, and now shone above their heads with the same indifference with which shone in every part of the world. Yet it was left. Despite knowing full well that he would never had this opportunity, he decided to remain a prisoner. Slowly he turned, casually observing the outline of the coast, the forest, until in the distance he could not see the last houses of the bogeymen of Dharma all bonded together as if they wanted to build the shell of a tortoise - after all even they felt safe .
He turned back to watch the sea and let the air slip away from the lungs, while vaguely noticed the sound of footsteps that had come to know very well that the approaching and stopped his side.
He waited for him to speak, and after a few seconds, he finally broke the silence. "Hey."
"Hey," he said mechanically, without emphasis in his voice.
"What do you enjoy the view?" The tone of his voice seemed to be playful as ever, but she had now learned to listen well, to feel the mood of anxiety that slipped between the words when he was upset about something.
did not look at him and slowly shook his shoulders. "Something like that," she said and she heard him swinging on his heels and sigh before speaking again: "Are you sorry?"
Juliet blinked a few times and then turned just, amazed by that question so directly. James looked at her straight in the face and, for a moment, she did not know what to say. Yes ? No ? none of your business? Maybe they all would go well, maybe even all together. Yes, maybe he was sorry. Maybe he should have gone, but while pondering her frowning face, he realized that, although it was still trapped there, she was still someone to share that situation, someone who perhaps had been able to show them that even in that place was left of the good - but how could he say such a thing, when she was not even sure those were his thoughts consistent?
"I just have to get used to the idea," he said finally, laconic, with another shrug of the shoulders and they both turned and looked toward the sea, as if they expected that the submarine had to reappear at any moment.
"Yeah."
She said nothing and after a while, 'she heard him sigh, before breaking again the silence: "You know, will not last forever."
She looked at him with one eye and saw him depart a hair from her face, nervously. "Locke is gone, but come back and get us. It's just a matter of time, you'll see. "He hesitated a moment and then sighed. "We will not stay trapped here for the rest of our days. "
Juliet just opened his mouth to speak and immediately closed it two or three times, unable to give a real answer. "Perhaps," she whispered after a moment, and dropped his eyes to the tips of his shoes because he could not see the expression on his face. "Maybe you're right."
"We'll go from here, whatever the cost."
For the first time since he had arrived lifted her face toward him and looked at him openly, meeting his gaze. He seemed so sure of himself that, for a moment, he felt about his beliefs shaken. She seemed to be turned back even two weeks, when they had made a similar speech of that, right there where they were now - and then wondered how it was possible that, despite everything, he could always convince her to stay by his side. "And in the meantime what do we do?" He asked, hoping his voice did not betray the thoughts continued to swirl in the mind.
He shrugged and sighed, putting his hands in his pockets. "Wait."
Juliet stretched his lips into a smile. "It is hard to believe you're the type to wait."
James answered his smile with a far more convincing than his. "True," he said, nodding in his direction. "But at this point I doubt that we can do much more, do you think? "
" Not really. "
" You know instead of what we can do now? "he asked, after a while, 'the voice strangely cheerful. Juliet looked at him with knitted brows, unable not to be infected by his sudden good mood. "What?"
"Let's go to lunch. It will feel like home: meatloaf and apple pie, everything that a good American can expect to find on his table. Are you in? "
Juliet almost burst out laughing, in front of his face completely serious. He ran his hand on his lips and shook his head, sighing, "I'll make you a meatloaf? Because if so I pass. "
the James Trim expression offense and then gave a quick nod to the homes of Dharma, on the other side of the coast. "Lucky for you no, I do not cook: Horace and Amy invited us to dine with them. To know us better, they say. "
Juliet did not answer him right away and eventually forced himself to nod. What else could he do? "Okay, let's go to dinner with Amy and Horace '
" Great, "he said, turning to the hinterland and Juliet could not help but follow him. Perhaps he was still trapped, he thought, as they walked in silence towards the house without even looking in his eyes, but this should not give up the apple pie. And then, who knows? Could also become a habit - and honestly, she would not mind at all.