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Chapter 11: The Horror

Summary The Duke and Duchess encounter a big problem.

The terrace doors were open and a gentle nights breeze came in, bringing in the smells of the gardens below and the natural smell of summer itself. Kate layed sprawled against him, her leg draped over his and his draped over hers. Her face nuzzled in his chest and her face was that of a contented woman. One who'd been thoroughly made love to. Not just any woman. It was Kate. His Kate. His wife. By God, he couldnt believe he was actually married. A man who swore off the mere thought of the word. And it wasn't so bad. She was his in every way. Mind, body, soul. There was nothing he wouldn't do for her. He'd die for her.

He stroked her hair as she slept beside him and he continued to get lost in thought.

That was until he heard a noise. Not just any noise. The servants wing was on the other side of the mansion, and they were never about their chores at one in the morning. He slowly disentangled himself from Kate and sat up, pulling on a pair of trousers. He wore no shirt and his hair was in a long mass of disarray. He ran a hand through it and started for the terrace. As he zipped up, he curiously looked out into the dark gardens. There it was again...sounded like a distant breaking of a window.

He knew well enough to know someone was trying to break into his home. As he grabbed a white shirt, not bothering to button it up, he woke Kate. She looked at him dreamily, but immediately bolted when she saw and sensed his urgency.
"Lock the doors. All of them. Including the terrace. And don't come out until I say so."
She hugged the blanket to her chest, "Whats going on?"
"No time to explain. Do as I say," he said and grabbed his gun from his chest, then quietly left through the door.
Kate stood still for one moment, trying to contemplate what just happened. Then quickly put on her silk rose colored chemise and her matching robe. Quickly, she locked the terrace doors and the room door and the adjoining door which led to the room she was supposed to sleep in seperately and paced the floor. Leaning her head into the door, Kate listened for anything and couldn't hear a thing. Its when she heard the crash of a window that she stormed out. There was no way she could let anything happen to her husband...no way she could let him face whatever it was alone.

She swept down the extravagant stairs and went towards the noise. The closer she got, the more she could hear the scuffle. Her heart beat wildly...Sawyer was fighting someone! She passed by the front doors and went to the umbrella stand, picking up the sharpest umbrella she could find. She heard the scuffle coming from the drawing room and she ran inside.

"JAMES!" She shouted as she watched him fist fight someone dressed in black. Everything was dark, she could barely see a thing.
"KATE! NO!" Came his struggling shout.
Then strong arms came around her and she struggled him off. "Get OFF of ME!!" Kate fought, her umbrella was knocked out of her hand.
"KATE!!" Another man came and another, it took six men to overpower Sawyer, two to restrain one arm, two to restrain the other, one to yank his hair back and keep his head up and the sixth to keep a sharp weapon at his throat. A lamp was lit, no one knew by whom, the room was suddenly filled with men clad in black. She felt a breath on her neck.

It was Jack.

"So. It has to come down to this." He grabbed a fistful of her hair and vicously yanked it back. That act alone had Sawyer raging. He was like a strong bull being restrained. The men were having problems holding him steady. Jack laughed and placed his knife against Kates throat, "One more move Sawyer. One more."
He was really red and literally steaming mad. "You're a dead man." Came Sawyers dark and sinister voice. Kate barely recognized it.
"I beg to differ," Jack said casually. "Now Katherine, you didn't heed my warning when I said not to marry Sawyer. But I see you don't care for your own life. We could have been happy together. Tis a shame really...to kill such a pretty thing. A waste." He traced the knife across her face lightly.
"I would have never married you." She put emphasis on the word 'never'.
Sawyer growled and struggled the whole time, he was turning into a rage and the sixth man had to put the knife down and help restrain him.
"How does she taste Sawyer?" His finger trailed down her porcelein face.
Sawyer knocked one man over, but the man quickly got up and held Sawyers arm back down.
Jack swung Kate around. "I'm going to kill you. But first I must have a taste of all I wanted."
Jack crushed his lips against Kates.

And thats when all hell broke loose.

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A loud crash was heard.

A man, flying out of the drawing room window.

Another crash, a man being thrown against the marble mantle and getting knocked out. A loud punch and another punch was heard. Two men were knocked out cold. And then a loud clunk, two mens heads thrown together, rendering both unconscious.
Behind the beatings was Sawyer. Breathing hard and wild, his face unrecognizable, it was filled with such menace. The moment the first man flew out of the window, Jack broke his kiss and pulled Kate out of the room. And as Sawyer took care of the men, Kate tried her hardest to fight Jack. When they made it to the carriage, Kate knew she had to fight tooth and nail to get away.
She kicked him in his crown jewels and Jack howled in pain. He knew she was going to get away, so he sucked it up and as she turned he yanked her back by her hair, spun her around and backhanded her across her face. She saw black and stars for a few seconds before she heard the most awful shout in the world. It was Sawyers guttural roar as he ran towards them. He had seen Jack smack his wife.

"Bloody hell man GO!" Jack called to a man holding the reins and before her feet entered the carriage, it was going full speed.
But Kate was no quitter. No way was she going to be hauled off by Jack. She couldn't let him win. She tried to jump out, but his grip refused.
Sawyer ran as fast as he could behind the carriage. But the horses were proving faster. He had no time to get his valiant steed, he'd lose their trail. He ran and ran until his lungs burned fire. And watching Kates feet fling in struggle gave him amunition to run even harder.

Jack knew he had to knock her out. He didn't know she'd prove to be such a fighter. He's assumed she was like every other chit in London. Weak.
He reached, not easily, for his gun under the seat bench. Once he gripped it, he hit her over the head with the back of it and she was promptly knocked out. He struggled to breathe as he hauled her inside and shut the door. Thank heavens it was an ungodly hour of the night and no balls were letting out. He would have been seen.

The carriage turned a dark corner and it was gone. Out of sight.
Sawyers rage was uncontrollable. His wife was ripped from him. And by Jack Shephard no less. Sawyer stopped and caught his breath, hunched over, his hands on his knees. His lungs, his heart, everything within him burned.

Jack Shephard was a dead man.

***
"Lord Desmond...Lord Desmond!"
Desmond was shaken awake by his bug-eyed butler. "Richards? What in bloody hell are you doing?"
Richards straightened and ran a hand through his thinning white hair. He cleared his throat, "It seems you have a caller."
"A what?" He looked over at his time piece, "Good God! Its three in the morning! Who would pay a call--"
"Get up Hume!" Sawyer stormed in. Richards discreetly left.
Desmond sat up and looked at his pacing friend. Sawyers shirt was hastily buttoned, his trousers not buttoned. The hem of his trousers sticking in and out of his shoes.
"Good God man, what happened to you?" Then Desmond chuckled, "Wedding night that wild, eh?"
"Shephard invaded my home and took my wife!"
That got Desmonds full attention, "What? What in bloody hell are you going on about? What do you mean Shephard took your wife?"
"Its exactly what I mean! He brought men to restrain me and took my Kate."
Desmond had never seen his friend so worried over a woman. And never in a million years he thought it would happen. But there you have it.
He shot off from his bed and quickly dressed.
"Its all my fault!" Sawyer paced as Desmond dressed, "I told her to bolt the door behind me! I should have told her not to leave for anything! I should have--" Sawyer stopped and slowly bent down and lifted a soft yellow chemise from the floor. "You need to tell me something mate?"
Desmond quickly snatched the chemise from Sawyers hands, "No, I'm not dressing as a woman."
Just then, as if on cue, Claire came out of the bathroom in Desmonds room. She was absolutely naked. Claire gasped loudly and flew back into the bathroom.
Sawyers eyes widened, but he had more important things to think about, "We'll discuss that later. After I kill Shephard. We must find out where he is! And quickly." He stormed out of Desmonds room and started down the stairs. Desmond followed a few moments later, after handing Claire an extra robe of his. She promptly followed.
"You plan to have no plan! Just go to Shephard and thats that?"
"No. Kill him too."
"Whats happening??" Claire asked, her blonde hair fanning behind her as she followed the men.
"Nothing my dearest. Go back and wait for me in my chambers."
"Whats happened to Kate?" Claire knew. "I want to help."
"Absolutely not lass. I forbid it."
"You cannot forbid me to do anything."
Desmond looked at her for a speechless second.
Sawyer nodded, "Help if you want. But we want my wife back alive."
Desmond grabbed his gun and made sure it was loaded.
"Where do you suppose Shephard took her?"
"Obviously his estate an hour from here." Sawyer checked his gun and placed it behind his belt in the back of his trousers.
Claire touched her lips, "Jack kidnapped her?"
"Get used to using Jack in past tense." Desmond said, looking at Sawyers face, "I have a feeling he'll be history in an hours time."



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Chapter 12: The Battle

Summary The Duchess faces her worse enemy.

She awoke in a very old looking room. It was decorated as if it were the medieval times once again. The floor was made of stone, as were the walls. The walls covered in beautiful rugs designed with battles of times past. A very large hearth sat against a wall, blazing with fire, a furry rug lay in front of it. The chair she sat in was highly uncomfortable and being knocked out gave her a crick in her neck. She looked around and there was Jack, sitting casually on a fancy looking settee.
"Ah, my love has awoken!"
She immediately tried to get up but found that her hands were tied behind the chair. She struggled, "Where are we Jack?" Her voice not even near cordial.
"Tsk tsk, where are your manners? Didn't your governess teach you to be kind in someone else's home?"
"Where are we?" She hissed through clenched teeth.
"Katherine, my dear, I didn't realize what a spit-fire you truly are." He said with a sickening look of lust in his eyes. He cleared his throat, uncrossed his legs and stood up. His arms went wide, "A very old room in my family's country estate."
She gave him an angry look, "Sawyer will find you."
He laughed, "I beg to differ." He looked at his nails and polished them against his coat, "You are beautiful when you rest." He went near her and traced a finger along her face, "I've been watching you rest....my Kate."
Just the mere thought of Jack staring at her while she was unconscious gave her terrible chills. "Do not call me Kate." She said each word with meaning.
"Why not?" He bent down in front of her, "Sawyer calls you Kate."
"You are NOT Sawyer!"
Jack clenched his fist and jaw. Kate saw red come into Jacks brown eyes. "He'll soon realize what a whore you are and stop looking for you." He spat out.
She rose her chin, "I am no whore."
"No?" he stood up and turned towards the blazing hearth, hands clasped behind his back. "Could have fooled me, my Katie." He faced her and she could now see pure hatred on his face. "I've asked for your hand thrice and thrice you've denied me! I've courted you and you let me! Led me on a merry chase. All the while you laugh behind my back, mocking me. Using me...you're a tease." He stated with menace. "For years you've denied me and everyone else. Until a Duke catches your eye. So what is it Katie? Wanted a title higher than that of an Earl! Wanted more money! And on the way, flaunt in front of me knowing I cannot have you?!"
She shook her head the entire time, "What on earth are you talking about Jack? You've gone mental!"
He went up to her fiercely, pushing the chair back as he spoke in her face, "I am the laughing stock of London. They say, Oh that poor Earl who cannot even land a wife! He can never live up to his fathers status! He can never!" He pushed her chair back as he stood straight. "But not anymore my sweet Katie," he said softly. "This has gone too far."
He faced the fire again, "Now you must pay for what you've done to me." He took out a long knife from his jacket pocket.
Kates eyes widened as he turned to her.
"I shall have my way with you. Then, unfortunately, kill you. Dispose of your body."
Tears welled up in Kates eyes.
He stared at the knife glimmering in the light as he continued, "My men have set up a fake robbery in a carriage. We will plant your body there and news will spread of your robbery and murder." He now looked at her, "The murder of a Duchess." He walked around her, his shoes clicking on the stone floor. "We will plant this knife in Sawyers room and all of England will soon learn that alas, the rakish Duke has killed his new wife." He pouted, "Pity."
Kate shook her head, "No," she breathed.
"Oh yes. Sawyers life will be a living hell." He laughed. Kate felt her stomach spinning and whirling out of control. Jack would never be suspected. Yes, Sawyer will point the finger back at Jack...but the evidence never lies. No one will believe him.
"'Tis a shame that this is what it all comes down to. 'Tis ashame that such a beautiful woman must die. But alas," he shrugged and gave her a sickening smile, "it is the way it must be."
He stared at her...her at him. The only sound the crackling of the large fire. Three heartbeats later, Jack jumped to her and loosened her bindings, then quickly grabbed her visciously and painfully.
"You have proven to be almost as strong as I am. I am now prepared for you." He leaned down and kissed her violently. Kate struggled and kicked him, trying to aim at his crowned jewels, but he knew she would do that and so pushed her to the side and pushed her onto the floor.
Her head hit the stone hard and she saw stars. She reached behind her head, looked at her hand and saw the blood. She breathed hard as she realized that Sawyer wouldn't come to her rescue. She screamed, but Jack became a monster. Suddenly he was stronger than she'd ever imagined. His face wasn't even recognizable. He had a mission to accomplish and he was hell-bent on doing so.

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The side window crashed open and Sawyer let himself inside. Desmond hoisted Claire up and then followed suit.
"Explain to me why I let you along?" Desmond whispered to Claire. "You've turned my mind to mush, lass."
They were in a darkened library, walking quietly towards the door.
Claire looked at Desmond in the dark, "Like I said before. I've been here many times. His father was my fathers best friend. Our families were very close. Many gatherings took place in this very mansion." She whispered fervently back.
"Leave the chit alone," Sawyer said to Desmond. "She's helping me find my wife, thats all what matters here."
"Aye," Desmond said and looked at Claire once more, "But if there's any shooting, you come behind me, yeah?"
She rolled her eyes but smiled, "Yes."
Sawyer looked down at Claire, "Where could he be?" Sawyers gun was in both hands as he crept into the hall.
"Somewhere far away from this and the servants wing. Quite possibly his room but that would be a foolish thing to do."
"Show me his chambers." Sawyer said, his voice hard and controlled.
Quickly and quietly, they hurried up four floors, down two corridors and another flights of stairs before reaching the Earls rooms.
"We were never allowed around here," Claire whispered as they neared the large doors.

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Kate cried out as he lifted her chemise up. "Such marvelous skin," his eyes were round as they surveyed Kates beauty.
He spread her legs out and touched her breasts, "God how I want you," he bent down and rubbed all over her, Kate pulled her hair hard and even though he felt the pain, he ignored it as he began to undo his trousers. "This is going to feel so good Katie. You'll regret ever choosing Sawyer over me."
"NEVER!" She needed to make him angry...to forget wanting to rape her. "You're probably not as big as Sawyer is."
Jack froze for a second and looked up at Kate. She moved to strike him but he held up her hands and lifted them painfully above her head. "What did you say?"
"Sawyer is more than twice the man you'll ever be."
"Take that back." He said with menace.
"You want to know why everyone laughs at you Jack? Really?" She was breathing hard as she continued with what her mind threw at her. "I'm sure the whispers are true, that you ARE a pecker wood!"
He back slapped her across the face, she let out an involuntary shout of pain as her head moved violently to the left.
"You BITCH!"
He spread her legs apart, "I'll show you big!"
"NO!"

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"Did you hear that?" Desmond asked as they looked around the large bedroom.
Sawyer turned towards the mantle and heard a distant scream.
All of the blood drained out of Sawyers face, "Kate!" He hissed and went to the mantle piece. No fire on. He and Desmond and Claire looked around for anything that would possibly open.
He banged on the mantle piece then.
Jack looked up, "Son of a bitch! How on earth did he--"
"JAMES!!!!" Kate cried out.
Jack was pissed as all hell. "All my plans are not yet ruined!" He backhanded her again, making her lips bleed even more. "He'll never find the way in!"
Kate began kicking and flailing her arms, not submissing to anything Jack did. She proved to be too much of a handful, Jack stood up, taking her with him, then punched her in the face. She was knocked backwards and grabbed her eye.
"You son of a bitch!" Came her cry. Kate saw the knife on the floor and knowing thus, flew to it. Jack saw and went for her and it turned into a full on battle for the knife.
"I hear a scuffle!" Desmond called out.
"I SWEAR TO GOD SHEPHARD YOU'RE A DEAD MAN!" Sawyer bellowed.
Claire pulled on a candleabra sitting on the mantle just by chance and the mantle opened wide....

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Chapter 13: The End

Summary The battle continues and the end begins...

Jack heard the loud sound of the mantle opening. Kate looked and hardly recognized Sawyer. His face was that of a man bent on vengeance and much more.

When Sawyer saw Jack and his hands all over his Kate, he lost it. He let out a loud roar and charged for Jack. Jack quickly got up and grabbed Kate by the neck, rounding up the knife quickly and placing it against her neck. He pressed in a little bit, drawing blood. Kate winced.
"One more step Sawyer! One more!" Jack bellowed, his face now crazy. "I'll do it Sawyer, I swear to God I'll kill her."
Sawyers walked towards Jack, his back straight up, standing there. The light from the fire lighting one side of his face, yet it was concealed by all of his hair draped across it. His shoulders were broad and his face was menacing as he stared at Jack.
"This is insanity man!" Desmond moved to strike but Sawyer held up his hand, "No."
Desmond looked at Sawyer with a puzzled look. Sawyer said, "This is my fight."
His fists were clenched so hard his knuckles were white. Seeing Jack hold Kate that way...he tried to control his breath. "Come on Jack. Put the knife down," his voice, barely recognizable. "Be a man. Fight me." He emphasized on the word 'me'.
Jacks eyes turned wild, he knew he would lose to Sawyer. "This is not about us!" Jack shouted. "This is about how Katherine destroyed my life!! And you only made it worse!!"
Sawyer looked down to the floor, "Shephard. I'm giving you three seconds to put the goddamn knife down."
Jack looked around for an escape. Desmond and the Littleton chit were standing by the mantle and the back door was behind Sawyer. His men were at the "scene of the accident" waiting for him to come with Katherine, so they couldn't help. He was a desperate man.
"One." Sawyer growled.
Jack squeezed Kate tighter to him.
"Two."
Jack knew Sawyer would kill him. He needed a distraction!
Sawyer never said three and started towards Jack. Jack decided to lift the knife up and he stabbed Kate in her upper arm, near her shoulder. Kate let out a horrified scream and Jack ran for his life. Sawyer shouted, "KATE!!" He ran towards Kate as Jack dropped her and grabbed her after she fell on the floor. She was starting to lose a lot of blood and thus, passed out. Sawyer was a madman. Claire had run towards Kate and Desmond started chasing Jack.
"DESMOND!" Sawyer called out in agony. He carefully handed Kate to Claires lap as Claire leaned over Kate. Desmond turned around, "What man?! He's getting away!!"
"Get Kate help! Get her help NOW! Get her out here and quickly!" Sawyer demanded. With a quick glance at Kate, he turned and went through the door for Jack.

The entire floors were made of marble and Sawyer could hear Jack running away. He quickly followed him, pointing his gun and shooting when he caught a glimpse. Jack began to run down a circular set of stairs and Sawyer followed. "YOU'RE A DEAD MAN SHEPHARD!"
Sawyer saw that Jack was a good three floors below him. Sawyer looked around, a large chandelier was in the center of the circular staircase. Impulsively, he jumped onto the chandelier, lit by hundreds of candles. He was now near the second floor and he hung as the chandelier swayed back and forth. He used his body and flew onto the second floor landing, jumping on Jack just in time.
"You son of a bitch!!" Sawyer punched Jack hard in the eye.
"KATHERINE DESERVES TO DIE!!" Came Jacks scream.
Sawyer knocked out a few of Jacks teeth.
Jack spit them out and he spit out blood and coughed like a weakling.
Sawyer stepped back, his face contorted into a rage, his breathing labored. He watched Jack struggle to focus. Sawyer continued to step back and said, "You're not worth it." He heaved and ran a hand through his hair. Jack was absolutely pathetic. "You deserve..to be arrested and charged. You'll be hanged soon enough." He shook his head.
Jack started laughing then as he struggled to stand correctly.
Sawyer stared at him.
Jack then said, "I know I got her shoulder..."he said through a bloody mouth. "But I was aiming for her heart. Guess that is why I never became a Physician." He cackled. Sawyer turned red and thats when Jack let out a scream and came at Sawyer with the knife, Sawyer reacted quickly and shot Jack between the eyes. Jack staggered back, then fell over the railing and two floors down, hitting the marble.

Sawyer breathed hard, not even going to look at Jacks dead body. His head fell back against the wall as he breathed. He looked down and saw his wedding ring. "Kate." He said and ran back to her.

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The Duchess was snuggled in her bed. She had been in a coma for a week so far. Her fever had spiked extremely high at one point overnight, but had gone back down afterwards. Sawyer kept a vigil by her side. Spoon-feeding her soup and tea and making sure her hair was combed and her blankets fresh. Every morning Sawyer would placed fresh yellow roses by her bedside.

Everyday was an emotional rollercoaster for Sawyer. But one thing was for sure. He never once regretted his decision to marry Kate. He knew now more than ever how much he loved her and how much he needed her in his life. Sawyer was not one to worship or believe, but he prayed to his maker that Kate would get through this. And when he was alone, in the darkest of nights, he cried.

Ten days after being stabbed, Kate had finally awoken. And it was the happiest day in Sawyers life. And he helped her rehabilitate in more ways than one.

From then on, everynight they made love over and over again. He explored her body and found that he never noticed features on a woman the way he did with Kate. He noticed the brown colour of her hair, the way her nose scrunched up when she was thinking really hard. The way a dimple appeared when she smiled and the abundance of freckles on her nose. She would laugh when he decided to start calling her 'Freckles'. And she would blush when he called her that in public without even realizing it.

Yes, everyone now knew that the Duke of Sawyer was surely in love. No one ever doubted it. The way he lavished his Duchess with gifts, the way he would look at her. They hardly attended balls any longer, but when they did, everyone wanted to watch them dance. It was as if they were the only dancers in the world.

One Year later, the anniversary of their wedding, Sawyer found Kate in their own garden, sitting by the pond. He smiled, his dimples deepening as he walked towards her. They had spent the entire morning 'celebrating' their anniversary. And they were to have a romantic dinner in just a few minutes. "Hey Freckles."
She smiled up at him, "James."
He sat beside her, "Dinners ready." He kissed her cheek. She still blushed. "Okay."
"I have a present for you." He said with the crooked smile she loved so much.
"I have one for you too." She said.
"Okay then Freckles. You first, I insist."
"No, no. You first." She said.
"Fine." One hand was behind his back, but he went into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box. She opened it and her green eyes lit up when she saw two princess-cut sapphire earrings. "Oh James," her hand flew to her mouth. They sparkled in the candle light of the garden. "They're beautiful."
"I had them made just for you." He said proudly.
"God," she breathed, "Thank you." She kissed him, touching his face. He was lost in the kiss until he remembered, "Your turn," he pulled away.
"Whats behind your back?" She asked.
"That can wait, its your turn."
"Well I'm glad your sitting down." She said.
He looked at her curiously, "Do go on." He smiled.
"James," she said, taking a deep breath. "I'm pregnant."
His smile froze.
"James?"
He looked blankly at her.
"James." She said more harshly and snapped her fingers in his face. "James! Look at--"
He gripped her up, grabbed her head and smashed her lips into his, giving her the most passionate kiss he'd ever given her. After a few minutes, she finally pulled away and looked up at him.
"I'm going to be a father," he marveled. "Here," he gave her the dozen red roses. "Doesn't compare to your gift."
"Oh James, they're beautiful."
"When the last one dies, thats when I'll stop loving you."
She froze this time. "What?"
He smiled and helped her stand, being extra careful with her now that she was with his child. He put his arm around her, "Lets eat."
"But James..."
"Shhh," he kissed her again. "Dinners waiting."

And as the days passed...the roses began to die...a week later only one rose stood standing. Full and blooming.

It was a fake rose.

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