Title: Reload

Author: Crimson Coin

Rating: T. This is a tough one. T for teen possibly bordering on R for violence.

Copyright: This fan fiction is by no means intended to infringe on any copyright. I do not own the characters nor the series lost. My ideas are my own.

Genre: Drama/Romance

Pairing: The romantic pairing is Juliet/Sawyer – as per canon.

Summary: After a life of crime, Sawyer must prove himself worthy of an afterlife. A continuation from the series finale.

Note: Hello all. It has been quite some time since I've written a fan fiction and I thought to finally get back into things. Let me know what you think, be brutal, be kind. I love reviews. This is a multiple part story and going to be slightly AU. If there is lore errors or anything of the like (other than the fact that I will be AUish) feel free to correct me and I will alter the story to fit. Thanks for your patience and I hope you enjoy.

Home

Her kiss was home. He had kissed many women in his life and none felt like Juliet. Everything was new and familiar. He knew how to kiss her, knew exactly what she liked and nearly grinned in delight at her choked moan. He barely caught his breath as her lips parted from his before she pulled him closer for another kiss. It was his turn to groan.

The second kiss tasted bitter sweet, salty with her tears. He cupped her cheeks and gently eased her back from the kiss. He pressed his forehead to hers and sighed, eyes closed. "Juliet."

She laughed then cried, torn between the two extreme emotions. "James. James, is it really you?"

He smirked. "No, Sweetheart, it's some other obnoxious hick shovin' his tongue down yer throat."

She buried her face into his throat and inhaled then laughed, shaking her head. Words escaped her.

James smiled and rubbed her back. He dreamt of this moment for years, to feel her in his arms again. There was so much to say to her, so much left unsaid from the last time he saw her.

Juliet tilted her head just slightly, licking her lips as she gazed up at Sawyer with complete recognition. "I'm sorry I …"

He swallowed the rest of her words, mouth crushing to hers, silencing her. He hummed in response, tasting the deep kiss that haunted both dreams and nightmares. His hands slid around her waist, clenching the slender line of her hips.

The moment was interrupted when someone cleared their throat.

James refused to release her though Juliet smiled against his lips. She hesitated a moment before pulling back. She was on her toes, pressed flush against him, arms bound around his neck. He merely grinned.

As she slid to the ground, she glanced to her right noticing one of the security personnel, a man whose name she never really knew. He blushed and cleared his throat again. "Excuse the intrusion, Dr. Carlson. I saw the lights go out and … well, I can see you're just alright. I'll go hit the breaker."

He laughed. "Ya'd think the man was a prude. Wonder what he woulda done if I had ya pressed against that machine."

Juliet smirked. "Well, this isn't exactly something Dr. Juliet Carlson would normally do."

"Hmm," he tilted his head. "And what is somethin' Dr. Juliet Carlson would do?"

She rested her head on his shoulder, lips at his throat and sighs. "I … I don't know. It's like I'm suddenly a new me."

He grinned. "Come on, Dr. Carlson," the name a sarcastic tone on his tongue. "Let's get outta here."

She took his hand and led him from the hospital.

James didn't question their direction or her intentions. He enjoyed the feel of her hand in his own. His grip tightened, vivid memories of the last time he held her hand flashed through his mind. He wanted to ask her why she let go, why she would leave him. He wanted to demand an answer why she left him alone for those many years. The words refused to form on his lips.

His brow furrowed in confusion as she led him towards a church. He smirked. "So ya already wanna get hitched, huh?"

Juliet laughed. "Don't question, ok? I just … I have this feeling."

"I got a feelin' too. But a church ain't gonna fix it. Maybe the choir loft … or a confessional."

"Oh shut up, James."

His grin broadened at her response and especially when he saw the flicker of amusement in her eyes. Ah, those eyes. He could drown in them.

"So that means we ain't takin' a side track to take care of this feelin'."

She rolled her eyes, slowly shaking her head. "No, we're not taking a side track. James, we have the rest of our lives for that. Just … Something is pulling me here and … come on."

James followed her up into the church and looked around curiously. All of the people he once knew were gathered. People from the flight, friends from the island. There was no question, he followed. Juliet pulled him through the church and soon they sat in one of the pews. He glanced down, watching her hand slide down his forearm before her fingers intertwined with his.

He watched the scenes unfold around him though only half heartedly. His attention fully focused on the woman at his side. He shivered as her hand traced up his arm to cup his cheek. His eyes fluttered and he licks his lips. "Ya feel good, woman. I missed ya. Don't let go again."

His hand tightened as a white light washed over them. He watched as the friends he once knew stood and walked back out the door of the church into pure white light. They disappeared beyond the door.

Juliet smiled. "Are you ready?"

He grinned. "As I'll ever be, Darlin'."

Everyone faded to his eyes except her. He couldn't wipe away the smile as she pulled him to his feet and walked to the door. He stood hesitantly at the door's edge, unable to see what lay beyond. Juliet simply smiled. "Mr. LaFleur, are you afraid?"

"Psht. Afraid? Me? Never! Ladies first." He gave an elaborate performance of waving her beyond first.

Juliet laughed and passed through the doorway. The light around her softened; her hair and skin glowed in the ethereal peace of the beyond. She reached back for him.

He let out a slow whistle. "Beautiful." Then reached for her. But his hand would not pass through the plane of the doorway. He frowned and tried again, this time more forcefully. He slammed a flattened palm against the plane. Nothing. As if a glass barrier blocked the way between him and Juliet.

Her smile faltered and soon her expression was one of panic. She walked up to the doorway to try and pass through back to him. The way blocked, that same invisible blockade separating them. "James!"