Hi Everyone! I'm new to fanfiction, this is my first story so I really hope you enjoy it. I thought to start I'd write about my favourite fictional couples: Jack and Kate. This is basically about Kate's life after she left the island for the final time. I doubt I've done this epic couple justice, but I tried haha. Any comments or feedback are welcome, thank you for reading!
The house was still the same. Even after ten years, every morning when she woke up Kate half expected to smell the freshly made coffee and feel Jack's lips brushing against her forehead. The engagement ring he had given her lived in a box on her bedside table. She hadn't been able to get rid of it, even when she'd thought that she never wanted to speak to him again. She'd been so angry….and yet a part of her had always, would always, hold on to them. To him. In the few months she had been with Jack, Kate had been happier than she even knew possible. Who knew that domestic life could be so blissful? He was the only man she had felt so content with that she actually wanted to settle down. Fully leaving her old recklessness behind had been a challenge, but she'd done it. Leaving her past behind had been one of the best things she had ever done, and however things had ended she refused to regret giving her heart to the man she had stitched up on an island what seemed like a million years ago. He was a part of her and she sometimes still felt his presence every so often. Like a shadow you see in the corner of your eye, but when you turn to look directly at it you're left wondering whether it was ever there at all. Whenever the grief would threaten to overwhelm her, she would count to five and picture the way his face would light up when he looked at her, the warmth in his eyes. The way only she could get him to smile, and the passion and dedication with which he had approached everything in his life. Jack had been the most incredibly selfless human being she had ever known, his motivation to help others had inspired her and made her a better person. It killed her that the last thing she could do for him was to live her life well and take care of Jack's sister and nephew. Claire had adjusted back to normal life and was now working as a pre-school teacher. Aaron was an amazing young man of fourteen who gave her immense joy, pain, frustration and love. Claire had started to cry when Aaron had decided that he wanted to take guitar lessons. He wasn't very good yet, but he was learning quickly and for Christmas Claire's mother had given him a copy of Drive Shaft's latest album. He could see the simmering of loss that hung around both his mother's , but he sensed enough not to ask about it. They would tell him in time, about Oceanic 815, the Others, polar bears and French women, the Dharma Initiative and the Whitmores. But more importantly they told him about imaginary peanut butter, getting caught in net's, the nickname 'Turnip Head' and "I love you's" on a cliff. Kate and Claire told their son about two men he could barely remember, but who had each been a father to him.