Disclaimer: I do not own Lost or its characters
A/N: This is a 50 prompt challenge that I have decided to do. I haven't done something like this before and I haven't posted any of my Jack/Kate fics here and they're my OTP so....here we are!
A/N 2: The stories aren't exactly related.
War
It started with two men (one wore white, one wore black) and it continued for so long, she doesn't even know how long. What she does know, though, is that she wants it to end. She lost so much; she lost everyone she cared about. She's just so tired.
She likes to think she's on no one's side, just trying to survive. But sometimes she thinks that she's on the wrong side; fighting with the darkness not against it. That thought makes her feel even more hollow than normal.
She visits his body whenever she can. She doesn't cry anymore. She just stares at him, knowing it's her fault that he's the one lying in the cave dead, not her. She wishes she wasn't so selfish.
She places the rocks in his pocket (she pretends she doesn't know why they're so special, but she knows) and doesn't come back for days, months, maybe even years.
When she finally comes back, she's bleeding, dying. A gunshot got her after all this time. She crawls into the little nook (she knows what she's doing; she knows that she's going to find her own body) and just lies there, waiting for death to come and get her. But it's not the Grim Reaper who she expects to show up, it's Jack. And for the first time in years, Kate finally relaxes.
