A/N: Just a little something that popped into my head today. Don't really know if it makes much sense. I wasn't really sure where I was going with it.

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Tomorrow. Tomorrow he will be back there, the place he sworn never to return to. And it's funny to him because while he couldn't leave the island without her, now he knows he can't stay, even if she does. And it rips him inside to know this, to know that he can't control this, so he finds the bottle of scotch, the one he swore he wouldn't drink, and just about pours himself a glass just so he can see her face swimming at the bottom of it. It's then that he hears the noise, and after the day's events, he wonders if this could be destiny talking, telling him to let go, but he brushes that thought away quickly and methodically moves forward.

And maybe this is destiny after all. Because there she is, lying on his bed. She wants to go back with him, and he's told not to ask questions, not to ask about Aaron. She kisses him and before it has even registered in his mind, he's kissing her back. He's confused, but mostly he's frightened, not because he doubts her feelings or intentions. No, no…..he doubts his. Because, for once in his life, he doesn't want to be in control, he just wants to live.

He doesn't want to stop.

So when she tugs his jacket off his shoulders, he helps her move it down his arms and follows her as they fall onto the bed.

Their love-making is more hurried, more needy than it has ever been, and yet he finds that few things have changed, even though they both have since she left the other night at the marina. She reminds him of the old Kate, the woman who wasn't a mother, the one who was a little reckless, a little wilder, and he realizes suddenly that he had missed that about her, the unpredictability.

As they drift into their familiar rhythm, he is struck by the memories. Nights when he'd come home from the hospital late and she'd be waiting for him in bed, a seductive smile on, but not much else. Late afternoons after going to the park; she'd claw her fingers so hard into his sunburned back that he'd almost wince, but one look at her and he'd forget the pain. Their first time, learning what is was to become one with a woman he had never felt more connected to.

This time is different though; yes, it's different, he thinks. Because every time before, when she would roll onto her side and quietly say "Goodnight Jack" and fall asleep, he would lie there awake, trying to get the bitter taste out of his mouth. It wasn't that he didn't love her, God no, it wasn't that. But the life they were living was a lie. He felt like he was playing a part, badly. That little boy down the hall…..that's his nephew. The woman lying next to him, as much as she wanted to believe it, was not that little boy's mother. They didn't belong here, like this. And as much as he tried to push these thoughts away, they just kept resurfacing, like bile rising in his throat.

This, here…..this felt real. It was fraught with need and pain, it was imperfect, but it was perfect all at the same time. It was just them, clinging to each other at their darkest hour.

He reaches down to kiss her, and he can taste the salt on her lips from the tears she has shed, and when he closes his eyes, he can feel the sun on his back, and he can smell the sweetness of the jungle air, and he is back there, back to their first kiss when everything was simple and it was just them, seeking comfort in one another.

They were going back to where they belonged.

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