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Post by Skinner Jones on Jun 15, 2008 8:14:51 GMT -5
Skinner felt the pack ripped from her hands and she sighed as he put the distance between them, but gritted her teeth as she did so. She wasn't....and she couldn't have been. And Jack...Jack was rather merciless in his assumptions. She bit her lip so hard it might bleed and she fought to catch up with Jack.
"It's not....okay? It just. Isn't and it can't be. And....don't you have some other person to worry about besides me?" she asked rather angrily, cracking her knuckles to keep from pulling the pack off him and running at top speeds back to the camp. And jumping into the ocean. And possibly drowning. No, she wouldn't do that. She wasn't suicidal, but she'd definitely jump in the ocean for no reason. Sounded like a good plan to her.
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Post by Jack Shephard on Jun 21, 2008 11:06:45 GMT -5
"Yeah, actually I have a lot of people to take care of. Doesn't mean I stop caring about any new people that develop something that might need attention. I'm sure you already know a lot of the problems we're facing with the potential of this, you know. Especially with a family background in the field. You need to be careful Skinner."
Jack sighed and continued walking along with the girl. "Listen, I'm sorry I yelled at you okay, it was uncalled for. I'm sure you know how serious this is." He looked down at the jungle floor and was silent. The others at the caves had watched them when they were running out of the cave and now went back to filling their bottles as Skinner and Jack turned a corner and disappeared out of sight, continuing to head back towards the beach.
"So," Jack finally spoke, "How are we going to handle this?"
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Post by Skinner Jones on Jun 21, 2008 16:39:23 GMT -5
Skinner sighed and stoped walking, leaning against a tree for a moment. She pressed herself to the bark, inhaling and exhaling with her eyes tightly closed, still trying to find an alternate answer to her so many problems. But this was it. She was pregnant. Skinner swallowed and opened her eyes, looking at Jack.
"It's alright. I'm...I'm aware of the gravity of everything," she said softly, walking over. She walked to a bush, a hibiscus bush, and plucked a flower from it, twirling the bloom in her palm. "I don't know how I'm to handle this. I've never raised a child, nor have I really wanted to. I never thought I'd be a mother. It wasn't in my plans, but apparently now it is."
She paused, turning her green gaze to Jack. "I suppose I'll just have to go with this. I don't really have a choice. Maybe...maybe there's something. Some lesson in this."[/color]
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Post by Jack Shephard on Jun 22, 2008 1:38:32 GMT -5
Jack nodded, but said nothing at first. When it became apparent Skinner was finished, he opened his mouth to speak, the words not coming easy, feeling like grey slate as they pushed forth from his parched throat. In all his excitement over the water and caves, he had not taken a drink in quite some time.
"Things like this very rarely feel planned, or expected. It's really dependent on whether or not you believe in fate or just coincidence I suppose. Everyone reads about plane crashes in newspapers or sees them on television. No one expects to be one of those people. But here we are. And was it by some great stroke of destiny, or just a faulty valve? I suppose it goes back to the religious question. I guess your money's on fate, but I'm thinking engine failure."
Jack smiled. He was used to trying to make people feel better. It had been his job, as much as he hated it, hated giving false hope. He didn't really believe that patient's who believed they had a chance survived any better than those that were told the truth. His eyes grazed over her stomach, still as flat as it had ever been, and why not? Jack found however that for some reason he half expected there to be a swell there which had been nonexistent just a moment ago. His eyes drifted back up to her own as he spoke again.
"In the end, it's really just about ketchup and mustard. About which you prefer. But either way, you're eating the hot dog."
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Post by Skinner Jones on Jun 22, 2008 10:06:57 GMT -5
Skinner nodded a bit, chewing her lip. In her mind she was still trying to find an outlet, but couldn't. She sighed softly, but offered a quick smile and nodded decisively again. "I understand what you're saying, strangely enough," she replied, offereing a tight quick laugh. She held the flower in her palm and looked at it, then back to Jack.
"So I'm pregnant," she said, as if stating the obvious would make the idea less bone-shatteringly terrifying. "Do me a favor though Jack. Don't you sh*t with me, got it? I'm not a doctor yet, but I'm not stupid. I know if something's wrong or not gonna work. I spent the past year living in a swirl of denial and sugarcoating so don't you dare do it to me now. I believe in hope of the person, not instilling false hope to a person, if that makes sense. Read me?"
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Post by Jack Shephard on Jun 23, 2008 5:06:14 GMT -5
Jack smiled, mingled relief and new worry in his face. He had a feeling Skinner was likely not going to be the easiest to deal with patient, but she seemed for the moment to have gained the pregnant woman's ability to read minds, and had assuaged his worry about giving out false hope. "Deal," he said, holding out his hand o shake hers. "I want you to promise me you aren't going to argue with me or run off though if I tell you that you need to rest, or do anything else for that matter. Got it?"
Jack was glad Skinner appeared to be dealing with this all so well, at least on the surface. Yeah, pregnancy was always a scary thing, but she seemed to be realizing there was nothing she could do about it now except deal with it, and she appeared to be doing that just fine. Jack continued to walk beside the younger girl and studied some nearby trees, where he thought he saw something. Nah, just his imagination. Had to be.
"So," he said smiling, "Thought of any names?"
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Post by Skinner Jones on Jun 23, 2008 6:14:15 GMT -5
Skinner pursed her lips, but sighed in defeat. She hated hte idea of being confined to what someone told her to do, hating the fact that she had to do as she was told now for the sake of something greater than herself. She shook his head and slowly nodded. "Fine. I don't like it. I don't like letting people tell me what to do, fair warning. But I'll try my hardest, alright?" she said with a slight grin.
She inhaled when he asked about a name and her brow furrowed. She chewed her lip lightly and shrugged, stickin her hands in her pockets. "God no I haven't. I...never really thoguht abotu children before today." She looked at Jack, but tilted her head, then looked back down at her feet as she walked. "I like the name Caden Andrew. Or Macilyn."
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