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1) The free man...the one who chose his own destiny over his father’s desires.

2) The passionately devoted doctor...though passion and devotion are a part of who he is, they’ve always been reserved for his patients...not his trade.

3) The good husband. Sarah was right to leave him, and he hates her for it sometimes. More than that, however, he hates himself for being the man she saw in the end.

4) The physician... ‘do no harm.’ An oath he swore that he’ll never be able to hold to again now that he’s taken another human life.


And did so without hesitation...with a readiness and a capability that still frightens him.


5) Jack Shephard...his life had never truly been his own and he knows it. The things he wants for himself, the dreams he’s had that he could never speak aloud in his father’s presence...he’ll never live the life he wanted, even if his father’s dead now. He’ll never be himself...entirely.

6) The happy man...he doesn’t know if he can truly be happy because he has nothing in his life he can be truly happy for, at least not conventionally.

7) The leader...he can do what he has to, but a leader will do anything to lead. Jack still has lines he won’t cross.

8) The prisoner. You can only do so much to imprison a man that’s lived his whole life in chains.

9) The lover...he had to get stuck in a plane crash to realize he’d never truly loved a woman he was with, and now he’s not sure he ever will.

10) The loved...saying it made it real. And it will never change...he’ll never stop loving Kate, and she’ll probably never say it back to him.

But he knows...on some deeper level, he knows. And that’s why he can still find a certain bitter joy in loving Kate.

Muse: Jack Shephard
Fandom: LOST
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1.) Every drink I connects me to all the worst parts of my father, and I hate myself every time alcohol touches my lips. And always happens.

2.) My compulsive nature. I guess it’s a job hazard, doing what I do for a living, the morning, I have to shave. When I work, I have to scrub. When I care about someone, I need to tell them. And when I can’t do it grates on me. The dull razor, the lack of a sterile working environment...the massive, infinitesimal history that weighs on even the simplest all wears on my nerves. It stresses me more than it should...but I’m a doctor. A perfectionist by default. And sometimes, I wish to God I weren’t.

3.) My allergy to latex gloves. Well...not the latex exactly, but the coating used in them to absorb perspiration. It irritates my hands, and if I get it in my eyes? I’m lucky if I keep my sight. I’ve done that by accident more than once...used those kind during a surgery, then rubbed an itch in my eye. Swelled up so bad I couldn’t see out of it for two days the last time it happened.

4.) My inability to let go. It’s never done me any good. Commitment is supposed to be a good father once told me that commitment was what made me tick. It’s my drive, my passion...I make a promise, I stick to it. I do a job, I do it right. I love or hate, I go all the way. But all it’s ever done is hurt me and those around me.

5.) My hair...there’s a reason I keep it so short.

6.) My hands...I’m a surgeon after all. When I was in med school, I would find myself comparing my hands to my dad’s. His were thin and long fingered, just shy of bony. You could see those tendons and veins under the skin, but instead of making them look frail it made them look strong. Wiry. My hands...I have the same long fingers like my dad, but they’re not surgeon’s hands. They’re too big, clumsy looking. Sometimes they don’t know their own strength...they’re not meant for those delicate cuts that balance a life on a scalpel’s edge. That fact made it ten times harder to become what my father wanted me to be: the best at what I do.


7.) My tattoo...the characters on my arm. The rest of my tattoos were my own design, but that one...I hate it because it has so much truth to it. It’s a truth I don’t want, and if I’m honest, it’s a truth I fear. I was never supposed to bear this mark...know this truth, carry this burden of awareness. But now I do, and I brought it on myself.


8.) Needing to save’s never been all about fixing things. I want to do more than repair, I want to uplift. I want to do more than glue a body back together, I want to heal something deeper. I don’t want to make it right, I want to make it whole again, untouched. I did that for Sarah...and that’s why I lost her.

9.) Anger...I spend a lot of time angry. All the time...every day, every second, it’s just there under the surface. Some days it burns so hot I feel like I’ll combust, others it’s just this heat deep in my veins that I can ignore. And I hate that Kate is the only one that’s ever been able to make it go away completely.


10.) I hate myself for needing to know about my father...what he said and what he did before he died. I hate how grateful I am to Sawyer for telling me about him. Most of all, I hate that my dad died before I could hear him say everything he told Sawyer, and say it to my face.


Muse: Jack Shephard
Fandom: LOST


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Dr. Jack Sheppard

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