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Selkie Cove, lunchtime

After a trip through town that included stops at the post office and picking up lunch, Isabel finally arrived at Selkie Cove. She spread a blanket out and then took a seat, staring out over the water as she waited for Jack to arrive.

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Jack walked down onto the sand, stopping to look out at the ocean for several long minutes before walking over to Isabel.

"Hey, Izzy," he said as he stopped next to the blanket, hands in his pockets, smiling down at her.

Isabel looked up and stuck her tongue out at him. "Don't loom. Sit," she said, patting the spot next to her.

Grinning, he dropped to sit next to her, stretching his legs out and leaning back on his elbows. "No looming, gotcha," he said, bumping his shoulder against hers. "What's up?"

Not that he wasn't happy to spend time with Isabel, but he was curious about what she wanted.

"What? I can't just want to spend time with you?" she asked, grinning at him. "I brought lunch. Let's eat. Then we'll talk."

Which made him even more curious, but he could wait. "Time with you and you're going to feed me? What more could a guy ask for?" He picked up a sandwich and started munching happily. "I was starving. Scrounging in the common room is no way to keep yourself fed."

"Do I want to know why you're scrounging?" Isabel asked as she took her yogurt parfait.

"Mmm, spent the last of my money on Sam's birthday present. Hence the scrounging." He grinned at her. "It was completely worth it."

"Oh? You got her something nice I hope," Isabel teased. "Weapons don't count."

"Sapphires," he said and took another bite, chewing and swallowing before adding. "And diamonds, but the sapphires were the important bit."

Isabel nodded, impressed. "Very nice. Very, very, very nice. I'm sure she'll treasure them. Blue like your eyes?"

"And hers." Jack looked down at his sandwich and smiled. "She really liked them," he said, before settling in to concentrate on eating lunch.

"I'm glad," she said, bumping against his shoulder before focusing on her own lunch.

A while later, lunch eaten and the trash packed away, Isabel turned to Jack and smiled. "So what do you want to do now?"

"That's up to you, oh Izzy of mine. You invited me, remember?" He nudged her with his elbow. "And I admit to being curious."

"What? Oh. Yeah. That," she said with a distracted air. A distracted air that was totally fake considering how insanely nervous she was about what she was about to do.

"It's kind of a present. If you want it that is."

"I'm never going to say no to a present," he said, shifting to face her. Puzzled, because he could see she was nervous, he touched the back of her hand. "Especially one from you. Will I like it?"

Isabel turned her hand, tangling her fingers with Jack's and holding tight. "I think so? It's kind of personal."

"Do you trust me?" she asked quietly.

Jack squeezed her hand, but couldn't help the the frown that washed over his face as he met her eyes, wondering what could possibly make her question that. "You know I do, Isabel."

"Then close your eyes," she whispered.

Flipping that little mental switch, Isabel picked a simple memory, sitting on the beach with Jack the morning they were rafting, and all the feelings that went with it and sent it towards him.

It washed over him and he stiffened in reaction, eyes closing tightly as he sucked in a deep breath. "Isabel, what?" he managed to get out, shaking his head slowly back and forth, whether in reaction to what was happening or to the emotions he was experiencing - emotions he knew weren't his own - even he couldn't have said.

Isabel bit her lip, hoping he wasn't upset that she'd intruded like that. "It's called a flash. Or at least that's what Max calls it," she explained. "It's a memory. One of my memories, and all the feelings associated with it."

"That's..." Jack opened his eyes and stared into Isabel's. "I don't have any words for that." He noticed he was squeezing her hand tightly, probably too tightly, and he loosened his grasp, echoes of her feelings washing through him. "You really felt all that?"

"Happy? Content? Yeah, I did," she said quietly. "There's more. If you'll let me. I just wanted you to know. Before you left." She wouldn't let go of his hand, instead she slowly rub her thumb over his knuckles.

Jack responded to the nervous movement, lifting his hand and kissing the tip of her thumb. "Yes." Even though part of him wasn't sure about this, he had to say yes. Isabel wanted to give him this, he wouldn't - couldn't - say no. "Yes, Isabel. Show me."

There were so many memories to choose from. Isabel closed her eyes and remembered the morning after (http://izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com/21230.html) the drink mix-up, how embarrassed she'd felt, and how grateful she was that Jack didn't take advantage of the situation. Then she thought of mornings on the beach for Jarod's workshop, how happy and relaxed he always made her feel.

His eyes were closed again, head bowed under the intensity and Jack had never been so thankful that he'd said no that night. He'd always known he made Isabel happy, but to feel it was something entirely beyond his experience. Her hand was still grasped in his, and he started to pull her towards him, having no other way besides touch to share what he was feeling.

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