Sarah Parker (former Sheppard)

[pearl]

-Flashback- (triggered here)

3 days before the crash.

The keycard wasn't working. Although Sarah tried it over and over again, almost getting tense, the LED was blinking red all the time making an awkward noise. The Hilton Sydney Logo was disappearing over and over in the dark card slot.

"Damned!" she swore silently. All that trouble for nothing? All that arguing with the receptionist ... All those 125 bugs she gave him ... And all of the booty show with her low cut jeans ... She even used "breasttalk" and that meant no fun! But finally she got the second keycard for this room. And the receptionists number glancing out her purse on a Hilton scribblepaper. This would be the first thing to go if she would find a trash bin anywhere.

Suddenly the red light turned green and the sound of the locking mechanism made Sarah smile. She turned the knob and the door opened.

Inside the room it was silent. Well, it wasn't a room but a suite. Sarah was stunned. The last thing her brother afforded was an attic room in an old ladies crapshack.

Sarah curiously looked around. The room was clean, barely used as it seemed. Another unusual thing about accommodation and her brother. The bed was untouched, even the pillow mints, and there was still this fresh smell of Hilton cleansers in the air Sarah was used to after a dozen of business trips over the years. But no personal stuff ... no luggage or clothes lying around, same thing in the bathroom. It nearly seemed like it wasn't even his room. At least there was no indication.

Then Sarah's eyes were caught by the slight open top drawer of the small cabinet next to the bed. That was unusual for a not used room. She went over there and opened it.
Well, it was empty too ... almost. There was an envelope, blank white, no address or stamp. It was open and a thick letter was in it.

Sarah took it and closed the drawer. She sat down on the bed and unfolded the letter partly meaning just the top part. The line: >Dear Mr. Parker< popped in her eyes.

>we are glad to welcome you in our family of companies and hope that you will be just as satisfied as we are with our upcoming business cooperation. We hope you like the accommodation but unfortunately plans have changed and your departure for the facility has been postponed to this afternoon. Enjoy the meal we have prepared for you in the living room and suit yourself with a hot shower or a nice glass of champaign. Our representative Tom Valin will meet you at the private airport of Sydney South Bay at 17:00 o'clock sharp. Bring all the stuff you need to have a pleasant trip.<

Suddenly another piece of paper slipped out of the stack right on the bed ... another Hilton scribblepaper. It was pretty wrinkled and the handwriting was bad. Aaron like bad ... it was his writing.

Sarah put the other letter aside and unfolded the paper completely.

>Hey Pearl, I know this is not a good time for a note on a poor piece of paper but it's kind of urgent. I know what you're thinking, right now: "Of course he's in trouble again!" But it's not my fault, not this time! I tried to do something right but as it turned out I can't. I wanted to do something nice, prestigious. Something you, dad, and for god's sake the whole world would finally agree on. Now everything goes wrong and I'm scared Sarah ... I'm really scared! On my way to the airport I'm going to send this letter to you, hoping that you'll know what to do. You need to help me ... again. I'm sorry! Again ...<

A tear ran down her face dropping on that piece of paper. Of course he had forgotten to send it, that was so him!

Sarah laughed and cried at the same time. Now everything the receptionist said made sense. He told her before that Aaron was downstairs to check out when a man approached him to tell him that the company sent him to take him to the airport. Then Aaron asked if he could still grab something from the room and went up here again ... to hide the letter he was not able to send anymore.

Brushing her tears away Sarah wanted to read the formal letter any further. But right at that moment someone slammed a door outside on the hallway. Sarah twitched together instantly standing up, hiding the letters in the backpocket of her jeans. She walked quickly to wards the suite door and outside, closing it behind her. She pulled the card through the slot to lock it again when she heard that familiar voice behind her.

"Look! If I wouldn't recognize that cute blonde anymore."
Sarah closed her eyes sighing deeply ... it was Christian's voice, she recognized it. It sounded just as loaded as it usually did lately. What kind of terrible joke was that ... she slowly turned around trying to smile. Because what she saw was a lot worse than what she expected.

Christian's hair were long, greasily and tangled. His beard has not been shaved for days and his eyes were red. He was far away from the honorable and respectable man she used to know.

"That's a surprise." she responded acting surprised but actually looking confused. Chris smiled back at her ... a little to seductive for her taste.

"You look good, as always."
His view slided over her body.

"You too!" Sarah responded loudly to reroute his attraction back to her face. "What are you doing here?"

"Well, taking some time off. Having a long vacation. Actually I got fired. Nice ... huh?"

"Why would they fire you? You are a brilliant surgent!"

"Because of your ex husband ... Jack. I guess your agreement with him, about revising his statement, ended at the divorce."

Sarah shook her had with a slight smile. Just like she had known it.

"But hey ... who needs him. We certainly don't!" Christian continued enthusiastic.

"If that makes you sleep any better ... lying to yourself." commented Sarah seriously. Chris looked surprised.

"What do you mean?"

He knew what she meant but was just to proud to admit it.

"I mean that we had everything we ever wanted, ever needed, right in front of us and didn't realize it. He was right, okay? Jack was always right! He never did anything for himself but only for us ... the people he loved. And you treated him like dirt. You told him that he was lacking of something you had and made him think that he was inferior. But you are. And you fooled me just like you fooled all the people around you. You tell them they are weak to disguise your own weakness ... that's the great Christian Shephard!"

"Oh come on ... you don't mean that."

Christian seemed to be a little smaller than before. It certainly had some impact on him.

"I'm sorry Chris, but I mean it." Sarah was close to tears again, this day was just too much. "You told me once that you wished I was your daughter ... after I've seen how you treated your child I don't!"

Nothing came out of his mouth after that. Chris just stood there, looking at her, unbelieving.

"Just go home Christian ... to your wife. Fix what's not totally lost!" Sarah said silently.

Christian looked on the floor.
"I can't."

Sarah shook her head.
"Whatever!"

She turned around and walked away, leaving him behind. She could only help someone who wanted to be helped ... like her brother.
Let's have Feedback as always And I will trigger the fb soon.

[Hollywood Heidi]

Wow, her bro was staying in the same hotel as Christian! Nifty.

Okay, Sarah needs to read the rest of that letter so we all know what it says. ;D

[pearl]

Thanks for stumbling in Heidi Honey

admin said:

Wow, her bro was staying in the same hotel as Christian! Nifty.

Natives are probably gonna kill me but we can assume that the Hilton is the only decent hotel in Sydney

admin said:

Okay, Sarah needs to read the rest of that letter so we all know what it says. ;D

I will tell her and as a matter of fact she did read it entirely on the plane ... but that is stuff for another flashback.

[pearl]

-Flashback- (was triggered here )

After Sarah had parked her car she locked it with her remote and put the key in her handbag. After she moved up the stairs to the balcony of the motel's first floor she kept standing in front of a window to look at her.
The same motel, the same window, every Tuesday. The same thoughts, about what she was doing, every Tuesday.
Sarah pulled her open hair bag behind her ears and moved on along the balcony to room 42. She knocked slightly looking around if no one was watching.

Hamilton loosened his tie. Another day, another client, another whining idiot wanting impossible results. Things took time. But no point in thinking about all that now.
He throw his tie on the bed, hanging his blazer on the back of the door and unbuttoning his top button. He'd barely relaxed when he heard the knock on the door
It had been months. Three, to be exact, and it was....complicated. He did feel bad, he knew he was doing something wrong....but he genuinely cared about her, and it's not like he knew the guy.
He unlocked and opened the door, smiling as he saw her face. "Hey."

A smile appeared on Sarah's face to as the light from inside fell on her body. Her eyes instantly saw the top open button of Hamilton's shirt than moved back to his mouth and his eyes.
"Hey yourself." she whispered provocative.

Hamilton was a tall guy, and often looked older then the women he dated. He towered a full head over Sarah. He leaned in and kissed her strongly on the mouth, pulling her into the room.

Sarah's handbag fell careless to the ground between their feet. She raised both her hands up to stroke his cheeks gently while she returned the passionate kiss. Then her hand glided deeper to his collar and his top closed button she began to open.

As always, he had to break the kiss, break the moment to ask the same question. "And he doesn't suspect anything?"
Hamilton knew to always be careful. No room for mistakes, at his work or in his life.

Sarah looked at him ... although she knew the answer.
"He is totally clueless ... he is on a surgeont seminar in Seattle. I told the maid I'd run some errands."
She waited if he'd accept her explanation.

He paused. He didn't want to get beaten up by some pissed off husband. But nothing had gone wrong in all the months he and Sarah had been together, despite his initial anger when he realized why she was so secretive.
Good enough, he thought, and resumed the kiss, picking her up by the waist and lifting her over to the bed.

Sarah giggled a little bit during the kisses when he picked her up and lay her on the bed. She moved a little back wards so that he had to follow her further onto the mattress. Her eyes were burning of desire.
"And if he finds out you can help me both ways: You can comfort me and get a good deal out of the divorce." she sounded not very serious.

He laughed slightly. "That's true indeed." he said, smirking and planting kisses down her neck. That was something he did think about. If Sarah got a divorce, it would be great. A relief. They could be together, and wouldn't have to sneak around, they'd be free. But he didn't want to ask, didn't want to pressure her in case he scared her away.

Sarah liked his touching and kissing ... his way to make her feel special. What Jack didn't manage to do lately. How could he being away all the time.
She started another attempt to open up his shirt bottoms. This time with more force.

Expensive shirt. Meh. Just more ironing. He tossed it to the side, and resumed. For one moment, he stopped, and looked directly at her, right into her brilliant eyes. "I love you." he whispered. She'd heard it many times before, but he just needed to say it.

Sarah turned her head away ... he had never said it that passionate and believable. He probably really did ... love her. And she?!
Sarah remembered painfully that she never said those 3 words to him. At least she never really meant it.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

She just looked at him with pain in her eyes holding his hand.
"I don't ..." she whispered hoping that he'd understand.

He closed and opened his eyes again, sighing slightly. He broke away from her and sat on the edge of the bed. For a few moments, there was silence as he considered.
She didn't love him, and she was cheating on another guy. The fact that she was cheating should be proof enough that he should end it with this woman. It made sense, and he'd be the better for it.
He turned around and collapsed on her, kissing her hungrily.

Sarah was caught between letting go and total defense.
"What are you doing?!" she whispered out of breath trying to get out of underneath him. Slightly pushing at his bare chest.

"I don't...I don't care if you don't love me." he said. "I don't."

Sarah looked at him seriously ... she did care about him.
"Then you don't really love me."

He was starting to get angry now. He sat back up. The plan had been that if he was with her long, she would learn to love him.

She set herself up on the bed too. Moving a little closer to him.
"I don't want to hurt you anymore ... no one!"

"You're not doing a great job. What about him? You didn't even tell me you were married, I figured it out for myself, remember?" he said. "If you don't want to hurt anyone, don't cheat."
He sighed deeply, his fists clenching tightly.

Sarah got angry too. She had the same feelings about lecturing Jack had. She hated it.
"What I do is non of your business!"
Her voice became a certain tension.
"You don't know what I'm dealing with. You don't know him! ... what it is like to be with him and being not in the same moment. You don't know anything!"
At the end she almost yelled.

"No, I don't know him. And I don't want to. I want for you to get a divorce."

Sarah was surprised.
"I should ... what?!"
She couldn't really believe what she just had heard. Then her view centered on the floral mattress.
"Maybe I should." she continued silently.

"You wouldn't be here if you still wanted to be around him. I'm a lawyer, and a damn good one. You know I could get you a good deal with the divorce. It makes sense." he said, seeing he could perhaps convince her.

She looked at Hamilton with an ironical smile on her face.
"I didn't marry him because I wanted to get a good deal out of it!"
Sarah pronounced these two words especially.
"I have to tell him ... to finally be honest. I guess it's up to him then."

"So....you will?"

Sarah tried to read something out of Hamilton's deep eyes as she slightly nodded.
"Why do you want this so much?" she asked quietly.

"Because I'm sick of the sneaking about. Meeting in a motel room, worrying...I want to be able to kiss you in public, I want to be able to take you somewhere nice where I don't have to worry about someone we know seeing us together."

Sarah began to smile slightly, feeling safe right now. She slowly reached out for his hand again.
"You're right ... we deserve better."

He smiled and encased her hand in his. He leaned in, and kissed her gently, almost as if he was asking permission to kiss her more roughly.

Sarah let him pass for a few more minutes than she gently pushed him back letting her hands glide over his chest muscles.
"We will continue this in a proper location after I talked to him ... okay? He will be back in a few hours ... I'm gonna call my mother to help me packing my stuff."
Her view vanished to the floor again. The end finally seemed real.

"Sure. Another location. Soon." he said, smiling. He kissed her quickly once more, stroking her hair lightly. "Tell me when, OK?"

Together with him she stood up, hugging him as much as she could.
"I'll call you once I've told him."
Sarah was shaking a little like she feared the upcoming confrontation.

He checked his watch, and began to button himself up again, pulling on his tie. "Well, I'll talk to you later." he said, ecstatic that she was finally divorcing the other guy. Still, doubt nagged at the back of his mind.

Sarah nodded a little uncomfortably and went to grab up her purse which was still lying in front of the door. As Hamilton followed her she could just turn around and give him a slight kiss for the good bye then turned back and went for the door.

[pearl]

-Flashback- ( triggered here )

Five weeks before the crash ...

One of the upper floors of an office building downtown LA. A wide and friendly office area with glass walls and white furniture. People were wandering around with files and cell-phones looking particularly in hurry. US and Californian flags were hanging all over the place next to pictures of a handsome mid-50 man in a dark blue suit, white shirt with a crimson tie.
The area was separated into smaller offices for each two people and their desks. In the back, right in front of the wide window front pointing into the city and onto the skyscrapers across the street, there were just about 3 or 4 bigger offices - the only ones who actually had solid walls and a glass door.
In one of those Sarah was going through her agenda standingly while her secretary was about to stack some files together. Sarah looked good in her dress suit with the shiny blonde hair falling in slight curls over her shoulders.
"Okay ... you have the Markham numbers on your files and the senators schedule is in the printer. I've just let it through." Sarah mentioned.
The secretary nodded professionally.
"And what about the new print adds? Marketing was about to hand us the layouts yesterday." she said. Sarah looked up at her with surprise.
"They are not done yet?"
Her voice had a certain tension.
"I can call Mister Medina though, ask him where we are. But he'd possibly just give me one of his sexist anecdotes."
Sarah sighed deeply.
"No way ... I talk to him!" she said while already grabbing the phone. The secretary left the room a little eased smiling thankfully at her boss.
Sarah was smiling back until the guy on the other end of the line picked up. She suddenly turned from warm and happy into cold and serious.
"Hey Jim, what's up down there in your shiny world of print and prank? ... Well actually I don't care if we are not on first name bases Jim because we have some serious business to discuss."
At that moment an e-mail notification came up on Sarah's computer screen. While continuing the chit chat she opened it, getting her hands free by sticking the phone between her tilted head and her shoulder.
"I don't mean that serious Jim!"
Sarah twisted her eyes.
"If we would just talk about the print adds would be fine for me!"
The e-mail opened. It was an "out of office" mail to everyone in the department. But what really concerned Sarah was the sender of that mail.
"Look Jim, I really don't want to pull the superior card on you but I want these prints on my desk by noon no matter what tiny ass you have to tear up!" she yelled into the phone and smashed it into the loading station afterwards.
"Yerk!" she mumbled to herself and stood up walking out her office in an accelerated speed.
"Jodie, have you seen Aaron by any ..."
Right then she saw him down the hallway, emerging from his office with a big travel bag shouldered - her brother.
"I got him!" she said, already in motion to catch up with him.
"Hey!"
Sarah was about 10 feet behind him and approaching as he turned around noticing her.
"Hey yourself!" he smiled charmingly with no intention to slow down.
"Where are you going?"
Sarah was still following him to the elevators. She sounded kind of mad.
"Didn't you get my mail?"
"Oh, I did get it!" she answered cynically. "It is the most unusual "out of office" mail I've ever gotten! Gone for one year?! Are you crazy?"
Aaron stopped in front of the elevator doors, finally. He faced his sister with the same confident smile.
"Just because the mail form doesn't allow three years Pearl!"
With a stunned face Sarah looked at him.
"You can not take a three year vacation unless you are pregnant! What you're not!"
Her view slided over his slim waist. "Or if you quit ..." she added.
"Well, there was no e-mail form for that either!" Aaron admitted.
Sarah tilted her head forward a little, looking her brother directly in the eyes just like she wanted to check something.
"Are you crazy? I gave you that job out of pity!"
"That's why I'm returning it now ... I found something better. Something that suits my abilities." he sounded very proud of himself.
"What would that be nutcrack? Working at Mr. Clucks again? Very challenging!" she said down-making.
"Not everyone is such a bright star among all others as you are ... and certainly no one has the same need to be as you have. Actually I finally got a job overseas."
"What ... Mr. Clucks' goes international?"
Sarah twisted her eyes again ... second time today.
"Haven't you heard about that guy who used to work at Mr. Clucks and is a millionaire now?!"
"He won the lottery Aaron!" she reminded him seriously.
"Oh ... yeah. You're right. Still a point though 'cause the new job is not at Mr. Clucks!"
Sarah closed her eyes for one second and took a deep breath.
"What is it than? A receptionist, underwear model, delivery boy, a male hooker ...?"
Aaron looked at his sister with a visible kind of humor.
"You really picture me as a underwear model?"
"Your doing this because of Dad, right." she asked back to serious. "What I don't understand because he is not in this business. His office is about 20 miles away from here and you barely get to see him if you don't want to!"
With an almost sad face he looked down on the floor for a few seconds.
"But he is always around and he knows ... he knows about every mistake I make here with the job and even about every date I blew for nothing but to disappoint him."
"Well ... you weren't exactly very easy to handle all the time." she said sensitively.
"Do I have to be?"
"A little less Han Solo wouldn't be a mistake."
Sarah tried to be as nice as she could by still telling him the truth. Aaron smiled again.
"If you're going to be a little less Lois Lane!"
"Don't make jokes about my role-model!" she told him with a funny kind of anger. Right at that moment the elevator arrived. That didn't lighten the mood either.
"So ..."
Aaron nodded in the elevator's direction.
"Where is that fantastic job opportunity anyway?"
"Sydney!" he answered.
"So, you ... three years down under? Don't come back with a horrible accent!"
He laughed.
"You can always come visit and remind me of my great heritage!"
"I will ... call me once you've arrived ... okay?"
Sarah hugged her brother tightly.
"I will!" he hummed into her hair. Then the elevator doors were about to close again. Aaron slipped right in, smilingly waving his hand as good bye. The doors closed and Sarah stood there in the hallway alone. Knowing that she would hear from him soon.
But he never called ...

Hopefully I get feedback this time

[ana]

I do like the brother/sister relationship you've created here. It's very sweet Although I was distracted by the Aaron as an underwear model line....

[JINX]

Heheh down MM, down Girl. :-) see i read it Pearl see me... *points to self* i just didn't get to read it last night, i had one whopper of a headache, i went to bed early.
And yes it was a very good post

[pearl]

ana said:

I do like the brother/sister relationship you've created here. It's very sweet Although I was distracted by the Aaron as an underwear model line....

Oh I thought it was the "male hooker" line But thank ya for your feedback. Even because I have no brother this is kinda fiction for me.

Heheh down MM, down Girl. see i read it Pearl see me... *points to self* i just didn't get to read it last night, i had one whopper of a headache, i went to bed early.
And yes it was a very good post

I see ya Jinxy and I am glad you did Thanx .. doesn't matter, but I hope your headache was not because you were talking to me before

[pearl]

-Flashback- (triggered here)

Sarah sat on her side of the bed. She was looking at the floor, partly following her feed playing with the Manolo Blahnik evening sandals Jack gave her last week when he was late for dinner ... again.
There she was, sitting in her Dolce & Gabbana evening dress, whose silk fabric left nothing to the imagination, and she was alone.
Her view glanced over to the bountiful table with the Argentinian filet mignon getting cold. The wine getting old and the vegetables getting wrinkled.
Her golden wristwatch showed 11:23pm, almost 3 and a half hour after his predicted arrival.
She has called the hospital twice and had been twice rejected by Jack's lovely secretary. She had even called Christian, his dad, who was at home for hours now playing checker with his wife after a tasteful dinner with her.
And what was she doing? Sitting around and doing nothing in particular but waiting.

Just outside the house Jack sat in his car. He was a wreck. The man he had been working on for the past seven hours gave out at the last minute, right when the procedure was over. Jack's eyes were blood red, with huge bags under them, and his face was pail. He sniffled, trying to keep himself awake, he rubbed his eye, and then turned off the ignition. He pulled the keys out of the car and approached the house, he could barely walk. He wasn't drunk, just acted it. He rubbed his face with his hand and unlocked the front door. As he went in he chucked his keys on a table, and hung up his coat. He could barely keep his eyes open. He could see the dining table from the front hallway. He looked over at Sarah who sat alone, he sighed, he had completely forgot, and yet he took no notice to her.

"Glad you at least made it!" she said silently looking up at the wreck he made out of himself.

Jack just glanced at her and went to the kitchen, he pulled out the milk and poured himself a glass. He then walked right past her again and went to check the mail.

Sarah watched him walk by again and again and swallowed down everything she wanted to do or say. She stood up and walked over to the table ... slowly clearing it up, putting the food in the trash bin and the wine in the sink. Wait, what was she doing ... she took the bottle and took a very deep sip.

Jack walked over and grabbed the bottle from her hands, "Use a glass," he said coldly. He walked back to the living room and grabbed the handful of mail.

Sarah stood there in disbelieve ... still holding her hand in the position it was with the bottle.
She followed him in the living room to get the glass of milk which he had drunk empty.
"Do you still need it?" she asked carefully.

Jack looked over at her for a second and paused, he turned back and shook his head, "No," he said quietly.

So she took it and brought it back in the kitchen putting it in the dishwasher. As she went back to the living room he was half through the mail.
"Something important? How was your day?"
She tried to sound nice so hardly but it probably just sounded clinical.

Jack rolled his eyes, "Same as yesterday," he snapped.

"Good to hear!" she snapped back now intentionally sounding mad.
"It was same here too you know? As you can see!"
She pointed at her dress and the now clean table.

"How exciting," Jack said sarcastically as he walked back into the kitchen.

"Oh man!" she hissed threw her teeth.
"Can you please tell me what I did wrong?"

Jack immediately turned around, "Look I didn't say you did anything wrong," he snapped, "Maybe sometimes I need a brake."

She twitched a little for him yelling at her.
"Oh, maybe you should have stayed somewhere else then till you had your brake!" she snapped back.

"Sarah please!" he yelled, "Just back off for a second!"

She said nothing ... just stood there ... nothing to add.
In another world she would have just went over there to her husband, wrapping her arms around him and making everything alright. In a world where this, exactly THIS, was not daily business. In a world where it would have been enough to hug him to make him feel relieved.
But this was the real world and she was not able to comfort him .. not after all those days that just winded up to be the same over and over again.
She turned around walking in the sleeping room slowly, feeling tears run down her face. Behind her she closed the door. Her blurry view glanced down at her high heels, still lieing there on the ground. She grabbed them and left the room through the living room for the front door. She grabbed her keys.

"Sarah?" Jack called out. She just seemed to ignore him, "Sarah!" he yelled, "Sarah where are you going?" He walked over to her and grabbed her keys from her, "Where are you going?"

She quickly brushed her tears away so that he couldn't see them. They were standing outside on the porch and his yelling echoed in the trees of the neighborhood.
"I give you that brake Jack ... because you asked me to!"

Jack stared at her, his face blank, his mouth straight. Then he did the quick exhale and instant head drop that he seemed to be known for. It was only in the moment that she offered to do something for him, that he realized he didn't deserve it. He slightly smiled, he was remembering the reason he married her in the first place. He placed his hand on her face wiping a tear that was falling, "Oh... Sarah..." he said shaking his head.

She put his hand down giving him a serious face.
"You can't take it back!" she said silently.
Sarah turned around and walked down the few steps to the front lawn and across it. She didn't need her car to leave. She was still barefooted carrying her shoes.

Jack stood still, "Sarah," he said as she kept walking, "Sarah!" Jack wasn't one to admit he was wrong, which is probably why he didn't chase after her, but he seemed to have made the wrong choice.

Sarah disappeared behind the bushes and kept on walking down the Comstock Avenue to the Westwood bus station. She was not crying anymore She banned all the thoughts out of her head just thinking about were to go and what to do.

The bus station was still lightened up, only a few people were waiting there. A couple, all dressed up, looked like they were going to the opera or something. They seemed very happy. Sarah stopped to look instantly as she realized she was staring. A few minutes later the bus came, she moved in, the vehicle was labeled "Nonstop West Hollywood".

Just an hour later Sarah was sitting at a bar over a dry Martini stirring around in it with the toothpick. She hadn't taken a sip so far.
Everything went so bad even everyone tried to make it right. In her heart she knew that jack wanted to be a good husband, more than anything. It just didn't work. She couldn't remember the last time he said "I love you" or "You are beautiful" he wasn't even thinking about it. He had no time for such unimportant crap while people were dieing around him. She was healthy ... well, maybe it was not hers to be mad. She tilted her head down slightly nodding.

"What makes you so sad beautiful lady?" a nice and gentle voice asked carefully.
Sarah looked up into a handsome man's face. He was wearing a dark blue tie on a white shirt. Smiling at her worrying.

"Me? Erm ... I am alright."

He gave her a smirk that was saying something like "I see that you are not!"
He nodded at the seat next to her.

"Well if you are not married or something mind me taking a seat. Let me see what I can do to make you smile again ... I am sure it's an amazing smile I missed so far. I'm Hamilton."

Sarah looked at him and he instantly appealed to her. She thought about it. Her hand with the wedding ring was till buried under her folded arms.
And by the actual definition of a marriage ... she thought back of the incident tonight and the nights before ...

"Don't worry ... you can take a place!"

And it was like saying "I am not married."

Done with my unique co-writer Ben and under the generous admission of useing his haracter by John Thanks guys!