A/N: Got this great idea for a story, and am currently writing it up at 12:30am. God, I must love you people. The ending to Capture the Flag should be up soon, I'm just putting the finishing touches on it.
Dedication: I dedicate this to LostRayne, who loves fluff. Enjoy, and I hope you gett better soon!
Disclaimer: Goes to the brilliant minds over at ABC, though since they don't care, I'll just borrow these characters for a while.
Guilty PleasuresSummary: Jack and Kate name off some of their secrets and guilty pleasures. Jate.
Status: One out of three chapters.
August 28th-31st, 2005 (Hopefully, it'll be done by then. I'm starting school on tuesday, so the third chapter might be a little late)
"I used to have a pet rock," Kate stated out of the blue one day. Jack turned and stared at her, stunned at this new side she had suddenly taken on to, "His name was Foop." It was true, at the age of six; Kate had really dragged around a rock wherever she went. It was her secret, and Foop had kept all her cravings safe, especially the one about Jimmy in the second grade.
Jack had laughed, "Foop? What kind of name is that?" But he instantly caught on to where Kate was taking this. This'd become their game; Their secret.
"Hey, it was a smart one at the time." Kate argued, her stubbornness getting the better of her this time.
"I have an odd fetish for chocolates," Jack mumbled next, blushing slightly. Kate had already let out a guffaw, and he was sure this was one of those moments where neither would let the other person live it down. "But milk chocolates are the best." Sometimes, he'd go into the gift shop at the hospital and buy himself a box just for the hell of it. He'd tear off the wrapping in the car, and allow himself a couple. But usually before the next stop sign, half the box would be gone. Weird thing was, he never gained a pound.
"I love George Clooney." Kate had managed to get out between blushes and looks, even a raised eyebrow from Jack. "What, I'm sure you love someone on the screen, too." She mumbled. As soon as she had saw Clooney on the fresh episodes of E/R, her heart was in his hands.
"I used to watch The Twilight Zone, or Outer Limits all the time," Jack grinned. Every night since his boyhood, Jack would scan the channels for reruns of the old TV show. His father had shook his head, and gone off into his study, letting Jack figure out the wonders of the remote for himself.
Kate nodded her approval, for she had done the same.
"I stole garden gnomes and lawn chairs until I was 15," Kate announced. Every night, some random person's house on her street would get hit, and the next morning, one of their precious decorations would be gone. The shed out back was Kate's hiding place, for no one used it any longer.
"I wore a Star Trek t-shirt every day for about two months," His mother would come home every night to find a worn-out, faded blue rag sitting on top of the laundry bin, waiting to be washed and worn by her son the next day. Again, Christian Shepard would just turn his head on his son's odd ways of life.
Kate had laughed out loud on that one; Outer Limits was one thing, but Star Trek? Completely different ballpark.
"I love warm sheets," Kate enlightened, making the game go on. There was one set of rules to this game, and those were only of honestly.
Jack had nodded, he too remembered playing in the laundry when he was at a much younger age.
"On impulse, I have to sing in the shower." Jack blushed. Ever since he had heard that sing 'Margaritaville' on the radio at the feeble age of ten, he had sung it in the only safe place in his home. No one could hear his beautiful baritone voice over the monstrous roar of the water cascading down his bare back.
"Every time I see a bowl of brownie mix, I have to scoop my finger in and taste it," Kate grinned. Her hand still had the battle scars of getting slapped by her mother so many times. But the tears and rawness of the top of her hand was all worth it when she realized she had once again gotten to taste it. So far, a bowl hadn't got past her eye.
"I tried to sign up for the army," She sighed, a piece of her chestnut hair falling from her loose bun; long gone were the days of hair scrunchies on the Island.
Jack gave her a look, once of those 'Why-the-hell-would-you-want to-do-that' looks that he reserved specially for her.
Kate shook her head, motioning that it was true. At the age of eighteen, she would have done anything to get out of the house she once called her home. But the doctors had found numerous problems regarding her muscles, and let's face it; the army back then wasn't too hot on picking up fresh country girls.
"When I was in residency, I lived on coffee and TV dinners for a straight year," Jack laughed, remembering. The coffee machine in the Interns Lounge wasn't all that great, so sometimes him and a buddy would sneak in the Main Lounge, and steal a couple cups. The couch in the lobby had become his temporary residence more then once, especially when Sarah came along.
"I can't stand poptart wrappers," She replied, "All that crinkling." Her brother used to open them up all the time, and a couple times it had drove her so insane that she had went outside and escaped to the fields until the little boy was done eating.
Jack made a note in his head to never buy poptarts again.
"I love Frank Sinatra's singing," Jack said, grinning. A particular song had stood out on the radio when he was on his way to the airport on the day of the catastrophic flight.
Kate started singing quietly, "The summer wind, came blowin' in, from across the sea. It lingered there, to touch your hair, walk with me." She grinned at the doctor sitting next to her, for he had the most surprised look on his face. "My mom used to play his records all the time," Was her answer.
But Jack wasn't shocked at that, but of her decision of the song. It was the exact one he had heard on the radio.
"I don't believe in cell phones," She went on, like nothing had happened. It was true, she never used one if she could help it. It was pay phones, or nothing.
Jack laughed, because he was sure his was ringing off the hook at the apartment right now. Doctors, his mother, Sarah, all wondering what happened to him.
"I keep out-of-date magazines in my apartment, use them as end tables," The doctor grinned. Everything from Entertainment Weekly to Travel magazines. He had pulled out all of Sarah's when she had left him earlier that year. It was his way of letting go of her.
Kate only wished she could even get magazines. Her life as a fugitive hadn't left her much time to be herself.
"I burn everything I cook or make." Kate smiled back. "Believe me, if there was a way to burn turkey sandwiches, I'd find it."
Jack laughed, "What about BLT's?"
Kate joked, "Don't even get me started…"
"I'm a Republican," Jack instantly already knew the answer to this, and was fully prepared for the odd look he received from Kate.
"I'm a Democrat." She retorted. She knew it was cliché to think, but opposites did have a tendency to attract.
Jack just laughed, and looked to her for the new guilty pleasure she was about to share.
"I loved to draw," Kate told him. When she was younger, she'd get some paper and a pencil, and head out to the woods to draw the magnificent tree trunks. That was how she found her love for climbing trees also, for she had climbed many of them to get a decent view of the setting sun.
"I wanted to be Superman when I was a little kid," Jack laughed at himself. For a couple Halloweens in a row, he'd dress up as the familiar comic book character, and go door-to-door, begging for candy.
But Jack never realized he was a superman. Not to the whole world, but to just one person who was sitting next to him at this moment in time. He'd probably never know how much he meant to her, but Kate knew she'd take a bullet for him in a heartbeat.
A/N: In case you all don't know what a BLT is, and you have my dearest sympathies if you don't, its short for Bacon, Lettuce, Tomato. Capture the Flag will be updated tomorrow, as will this.
Really sorry about the line spacing, but it'll make more sense later.
