I OWN NOTHING. All LOST crap belongs to ABC...unfortunately. I can't spell.

After the first raft is destroyed out in the sea, the survivors build another raft. But what will happen to Kate when Jack decides to go? (Set after What Kate Did)

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It had been a month or so since the survivors had launched the last raft. A few weeks earlier, the remaining people who were on the raft, along with the tailies they had discovered on the other side of the island, had come back to camp.

Michael, of course, wanted to do everything he could to find Walt. So he got a group of survivors together and began building another raft, a bigger, better one.

Jack walked by the raft one morning, about a week or so after building had started. The base was nearly completed, and by Michael's guess, it would be ready to go i four or so days.

"Hey Michael!" He called out.

"Morning, Jack!" Was his reply.

To everyone else, Michael seemed fine, but to Jack, he knew Michael was just dying to get back there and rescue his son. It was only a matter of time before he got impatient and set off by himself.

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Kate woke up, listening to the hustle and bustle of their little island community. Everyone seemed excited, but also nervous, about the impending launch of the second raft. What would happen to it this time?

She stepped out of her tent, gazing around at the people she had come to know closely in the past few months. There was Charlie, getting his hair cut by Claire while 'rocking out' on his guitar, much to Claire's annoyance, there was Sun and Jin, eating some freshly caught fish. Bernard and Rose were sitting by each other, just talking, and then Kate saw him. Jack. Their leader.

Kate was probably the closest with Jack than anybody else on the island. Over the past couple months, they had done a lot together. But then she had kissed him. Why? It just complicated their relationship even more. Before, they were really good friends who flirted, but now?

She had been scared to really face her feelings for the doctor, so she ran. She felt horrible- what could Jack be thinking right now? That she didn't mean to kiss him? Because, actually, she did, and had been wanting to for a very long time. In fact, Kate was pretty sure she was in love with him. But how did Jack feel about her?

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Jack gave the raft one last look, then proceeded to walk back to the main portion of the camp. As he looked up from the ground, he saw Kate, staring at him, but with a distant look in her eyes.

When she saw him looking back at her, she blushed and quickly ran to their makeshift 'kitchen'. Jack watched her leave. Why did she kiss him?

Jack loved Kate. He had known that since they first crashed on the island and she was stitching him up. But why did she run after the kiss? Did she not love him?

He saw Sawyer call out to Kate, who responded. It was obvious. She liked Sawyer. And she probably only kissed him because she was worried about Sawyer.

Jack sighed. After all this time, how could she not know?

Giving one last glance to Kate, he walked back towards the raft.

"Michael? Do you have room for one more?" He asked.

Michael looked at him. "You wanna come, Jack? Shouldn't you stay here, being the only doctor?"

Jack sighed. "I think they'll be okay without me. Besides, there's gotta be someone else with a little medical experience on the island."

Michael nodded. "Okay, you've got a spot. We plan on leaving the day after tomorrow, in the morning, so can you help us out a little with the raft?"

And Jack, for the rest of the day, helped with building the raft.

--

It was getting dark out. Kate sat by one of the few fires that the survivors had started. She wrapped her arms around her knees, and sat, staring at the scarlet flames.

She heard someone sit next to her. It was Claire, holding Aaron, who was now asleep. He is so lucky, Kate thought, he doesn't have to deal with all this crap.

"Hey, Kate," Claire said quietly, in her breezy Aussie accent. "How are you?"

Kate smiled. "I'm fine, Claire. How's the baby?"

Claire just looked at Kate.

"Kate, the whole camp knows there's something up with you and Jack. Its kinda obvious."

Kate laughed. "And why do you think that?"

"Well, a few days ago, you were having a great time together, flirting," Kate laughed, "and now you don't even speak to eachother. It doesn't take a genius to know that something's up."

Kate sighed. "Its nothing, really." She stood up. "I'm going to bed. Night, Claire," but before she could walk off, Claire spoke again.

"Is it about the kiss?"

Kate turned around. "How did you know about that?"

Claire laughed. "Kate, girls can just tell. So what exactly happened?"

Kate was quiet for a few moments. "Okay, well... I thought I had seen a ghost of my stepfather in Sawyer. Don't laugh," she added, but Claire didn't laugh. "And so, I sort of, freaked out. I left him, and ran out into the jungle.

"Well, Jack found me eventually, and I went all damsel-in-distress on him, I started crying, and I just sort of let everything out thats been building up for the last couple months. And then I kissed him," Claire nodded.

"And?"

"Then, I sort of, well, ran away. And we haven't spoken since."

Claire looked at Kate. "I hear he's been hanging out around Ana Lucia."

Kate sighed. "Yup, so I've heard."

"And you are jealous."

Kate laughed. "Claire! I am not! Seriously, I don't care what he does."

"If you say so, Kate. Anyway, I've got to put Aaron to sleep. Night," And she walked off, leaving Kate alone, staring into the campfire once again.

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Jack, sore from a day of working hard, sat down on the sand in front of a fire. Ana Lucia sat next to him.

"Whats up?" She asked.

"Nothing," he said. "The raft is almost done," he added.

Ana Lucia laughed. "I need to get off this rock, soon. Hey, do you have another tequila?"

They both laughed.