By Dinuriel

Disclaimer: Hmm… well, what do you think? If I own Lost, then I'm in Hawaii hanging out with the cast members and working on the next script. If I don't, I'm stuck at home writing fanfics. Anyone figured it out yet?

Summary: AU. Jack's parents once adopted Sawyer, but Jack nearly got him killed and now he suffers from selective amnesia. Can Jack help Sawyer remember those lost years of his life while both of them are trying to suppress feelings for Kate? And what about the jungle…? NO slash.

A/N: Yes, The Art of Getting Even is still in progress, just coming along slowly… need something funny to happen at the airport, toying with different ideas. While you're waiting, here's an odd little AU fic to try to entertain yourselves with. It's not really meant to be funny, but originally neither was my other story and most of my reviewers found that funny, so who knows?

Chapter One: Jamie

He was sixteen years old and had just received his driver's license. To celebrate, his parents had bought him a new convertible (although he had a sneaking suspicion that the real reasoning behind this gift was that they wouldn't have to drive him around anymore, and that he could also give his younger brother a lift when he needed it).

Either way, he was thankful for it. The car had almost single-handedly gotten him a date with Leanne Baker, a girl he had liked since elementary school.

He carefully got into the driver's seat, turned on the ignition, and let the music from the radio fill his ears.

"Jamie!" he called, "We have to get to school!"

His fifteen-year-old brother James, known by the family as Jamie, then emerged from the house and hopped into the passenger seat.

"Sorry Jack, I couldn't find a shirt," he apologized quickly.

Jack shook his head, thinking over Jamie's risky habit of sleeping in until the last possible moment. "It's fine. I just have a test this morning that I don't want to be late for."

Looking in the rearview mirror, he marveled how different he and Jamie looked- granted, Jamie was adopted, but not everyone knew that immediately. Since Mr. and Mrs. Shephard had first adopted him five years earlier, Jamie had always been "the cute one". Blond, blue-eyed, and Southern, he'd always had more aunts pinching his dimpled cheeks and later, more girls following him in the halls than Jack ever had. Jack himself wasn't bad-looking, with brown hair and eyes, but more often than not, Jamie was the one who was first noticed.

"Damn!" he swore as he glanced at the clock, "We're late!"

Before Jamie could reply, Jack pounded on the gas and started straight away to the school.

After a few minutes, Jamie raised an eyebrow. "Uh, Jack…"

"Don't throw up in my new car!" he ordered, continuing in his road rage.

"No… you just drove past the school."


He quickly swerved into a u-turn and slammed into a taxi. The convertible then flipped over in midair and landed on the passenger side. Unfortunately, Jack had never been one to drive with the top up, unless of course it was raining.

"Jamie?" he muttered weekly. His brother didn't reply.

Panicking, Jack undid his seatbelt and fell to Jamie's side. The younger boy was still breathing, but he was bruised, bloodied, and unconscious, most likely concussed, and in desperate need of medical attention.


He slowly dragged him away from the wreckage of the car, then held him gently, but tightly.

"Come on… wake up… Jamie… don't be dead… don't die on me…"


"Jack? Are you okay?"

The present-day Jack Shephard slowly opened his eyes to see curly-haired, freckled Kate Austen staring down at him sympathetically. The two of them, along with three others, had volunteered to go find their friend Michael's son's dog. The jungle had now grown to be a dangerous place- there was only safety in numbers. They had set up camp for the night and, obviously, Jack had slept latest.

"I'm fine," he replied, sitting up, "Just a dream."

"A nightmare?" she asked.

Jack nodded. "A memory."

"A memory?"

The third member of their party had arrived.

"Leave him alone, Sawyer," ordered Kate. It was common knowledge that Kate was generally the only person Sawyer would listen to.

This time, however, he ignored her. "What sort of memory, Doc? Childhood memory?"

"None of your business," Jack muttered, looking up.

Sawyer smiled cockily. "Well why don't I make it my business?"

"Kate, Sawyer!" came Sayid's voice from a little ways away, "Locke just found some of Vincent's tracks!"

Kate looked from Sawyer to Jack, then back to Sawyer. "You go," she instructed him, "Jack and I will catch up."

Nodding, Sawyer left with a smirk. "We'll talk later, Patch."

Jack waited until the other man was out of earshot, then whispered, "Thank you."

Kate nodded. "Are you sure you're okay? You were tossing and turning for some time there."

"Really," Jack insisted, "I'm fine. You wouldn't get it."

"Try me," she replied, a smile playing on her face.

He took a deep breath, then promised, "Some other time, okay?"

She shrugged. "Fair enough."

They then got up and began to follow after Sawyer.

Jamie. Out of all the people that could have come into his head, why Jamie? There was nothing in his life Jack was more ashamed of than almost killing Jamie- even kissing a woman named Gabriella while he was still married to Sarah. He missed Jamie. They had been so close… but then…


Jack stood as the nurse came out of Jamie's room.

"Is he okay?" he demanded.

"That was quite a bit of trauma to the head," she replied gravely, "and he did lose a lot of blood. He'll live, though."

He nodded. "Can I see him?"

"He's still asleep," muttered the nurse, "but I suppose you can go in."

Thanking her, Jack slowly crept into the room and was relieved to see Jamie sleeping peacefully, although he had a bandage around his head and tubes sticking out of his wrist and nose, connecting him to an IV. Jack couldn't help but smile- even when he was worse for the wear, Jamie still looked better than he did.

"Sorry, buddy," he whispered, "God, I'm such a moron."

He stayed and watched him sleep for quite some time, thinking about how he should have obeyed the traffic laws. He was just glad Jamie wasn't going to die- he could get past wrecking the car, but killing his brother would have killed him.

Jamie groaned.

Jack leapt to his feet, then rushed to the bedside. "Jamie?" he asked, "Jamie, can you hear me?"

His younger brother slowly opened his eyes. "Where am I?" he breathed weakly.

"You're in the hospital. It's all my fault, I crashed into a taxi, I'm so sorry…"

The other boy looked up at him. "Who the hell are you?"

A/N: So… review?