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Author's Note: The following are a series of oneshots all based on the same scene when Jack and Juilet find Kate unconscious in the jungle. I just wanted to play around with the thoughts and feelings of all the characters. This one focuses on all three perspectives. The other two are only from one point of view. I hope you like them. Please review. Enjoy!

 Forgotten Feelings

The two doctors kept a brisk pace as they pushed their way through jungle underbrush. Both of them were tired, sweaty, thirsty and slightly out of breath. Any trivial conversation they had been having had died away; all their energy was focused on breathing and making it to their final destination: the Tempest Station.

Breaking through a patch of trees they came upon the stream that marked the halfway mark to the Dharma Station, but something unexpected was lying on the bank of the stream: Kate Austen.

Jack was the first to see her. "Kate!" he called out, already leaping over the small stream and rushing over to her side.

I hope she's not hurt to badly, was Juliet's first thought. But as she made her way over to the pair, a little voice in the back of her mind told her she was lying to herself. That made her stop in her tracks. There was a small part of her that wished that Kate wasn't only hurt, but dead. The blonde doctor shook her head, trying to rid herself of such horrible thoughts, but they remained.

She looked up in alarm as Jack gently shook the unresponsive brunette. His face showed clear signs of panic, which elicited a strange response from Juliet. A fierce jealously swept through her and took hold of her heart so unexpectedly that she was momentarily unable to do anything. It was clear to her that Jack still cared for Kate a great deal, even though Juliet had thought that the two of them had becoming closer over the past few weeks.

And then it dawned on her. She loved Jack. Juliet wasn't sure when it had happened, but realizing her true feelings for the man now was most inconvenient. They had to find Charlotte and Daniel before they did something that could potentially harm—even kill—them all.

But trying to focus on the task at hand did little to help the overwhelming hurt that came over her as she watched the man she felt so deeply for hold another woman in his arms—and not strictly to ensure her well-being.

"I'm going to go and get some water," Juliet said rather softly and she was almost disgusted with how much emotion she had let creep into her voice. But she doubted that Jack had even heard her.

Slipping away, she fought the urge to scream. Perhaps it's better this way, she thought to herself. I'd rather find out now that Jack doesn't feel the same way about me. Then I can distance myself from him. Another thought struck her then. Ben wouldn't try to hurt Jack if he was with Kate. I won't let Jack end up like Goodwin, she swore. Not if I can stop it.

With that, Juliet picked up her pace and continued on her way to the Tempest Station, determined to stop the two "rescuers" that seemed to have alternative objectives to saving the castaways.

Jack knew that Kate was alive—the first thing he had done was check for a pulse—but no matter how hard he shook her, she wouldn't wake up. Worry and panic began to set in, and even counting to five didn't help. If something was seriously wrong with Kate and he wasn't able to help her, he would never forgive himself. The world-class doctor was frustrated because he couldn't be of any real help to her right now, being that they were in the middle of the jungle.

"Come on Kate," he demanded of her as he shook her, carefully holding her head in his arms. Her dirt-smudged face was devoid of all emotion and her wild hair was covering the dried blood that marked her forehead.

Finally she started to come around. When she opened her eyes, immense relief flooded through Jack's system. He cradled her to his side, not sure if she had the ability to sit upright just yet.

"Hey," Kate said, immediately raising a hand to her forehead and then running it over her hair to a large lump on the back of her head where Charlotte had hit her with the butt of her pistol.

"Hey," Jack responded in a soft voice. "What happened?" he asked her as he began to poke and prod at her head. "Are you hurt anywhere else? Who did this to you?"

His questions jogged Kate's memory and a flame of fury flickered across her brown eyes. "It was Charlotte. She clubbed me with a gun and then took off with Dan." Her tone told Jack that she wasn't too happy about being knocked unconscious.

"Charlotte did this to you?" Jack clarified. His tone was livid. Kate could feel his body tense against her. She half-expected him to jump up and race after her attacker. His jaw clenched and Kate fancied that she could see the fumes coming out of the top of his head.

"Jack…" she said in an effort to distract him, turning his face to hers with a slight touch of her hand. But she had to stop after his name because she wasn't sure what she could say to him to make him calm down. Instead she just stared into his eyes, silently pleading with him to let it go for the moment.

Almost absentmindedly Kate began to search for the source of her discomfort. Her nimble fingers found the bump on the back of her head. It was extremely tender. Not even a moment later, Jack's calloused hand was on top of hers, also feeling the bump. The gesture took a moment to register in her hazy mind, but when it did, Kate lowered her hand and tried to push away from Jack's chest. She hadn't realized their position had been so intimate. And yet, it felt so casual to her. Part of that scared Kate; another part of her reveled in it.

The brunette cleared her throat. "Come on. We should try and find them."

Jack wasn't sure what was causing the strange look in Kate's eyes, but it was gone so soon that he didn't have any time to interpret it. "I want to clean you up a little bit first."

"Really, there's no need," Kate assured him. She wanted to go now, before they were too late. If their "rescuers" were carrying around gas-masks something was terribly wrong.

Jack grabbed her hand as she began to stand up. "Please," he said, "humor me?"

She couldn't deny him when he looked at her with such a worried look in his eyes; they were pleading with her in a slightly playful manner. Well, that and when she had started to stand, her head had started spinning. A few more minutes would probably benefit them more than jumping up and taking off into the jungle on a wild goose chase.

Jack took out a water bottle and ripped a small piece of fabric from the bottom of his shirt. He dabbed at the dried blood on her forehead, each wipe clearing away more of the dirt from her face. Jack was completely absorbed in the task and didn't notice Kate gazing up at him through her eyelashes.

The injured woman could see how much the rugged jungle doctor still cared for her. If he didn't, he probably wouldn't be fussing over her this much, being so careful not to press too hard on the tender parts of her head.

Kate knew what she would tell someone in her position: take some aspirin and don't worry about it. Jack was clearly worried about her. His concern for her highlighted her conviction that he still felt something for her.

Although Kate told herself that she had feelings for Sawyer, she couldn't deny that she also had feelings for Jack—possibly stronger ones. Sawyer was like most of the other men she had been involved with…although he had thrown a few curveballs at her while they had been on the island. Jack; however, was totally different from the Southern con-man. And that's what she loved and hated about him.

He made her feel like she wouldn't be good enough for him. What kind of a relationship would a high-class doctor like him and a felon and murderer like her have? She felt like a real-world Cinderella. She wanted Prince Charming, but realistically she knew that she would have to settle for less. Kate had stopped believing in fairy tales long ago. They just didn't happen.

"There, that's better," Jack announced, drawing Kate out of her trance-like state. He put his supplies away and stood up, offering her a hand. "Let's get Juliet and then we can go to the Tempest Station."

Kate ignored his offer of assistance, determined to show him that she could take care of herself. She was also a little put off by his mentioning of Juliet's name. Kate just didn't trust her. Something about her just screamed evil. That and she knew that Jack cared for Juliet and vice versa.

Jack was sure that he had seen a wounded expression wash over Kate's face when he mentioned Juliet. He knew that Kate didn't like the former Other, but Juliet had never given him reason to distrust her. Jack didn't like to cause Kate any kind of pain though, no matter what the reason was behind it. But the way that Kate ignored his help told him that she was not open to discussion about the blonde doctor.

Her head was spinning as Kate gained her footing. Her vision went temporarily black as the blood rushed down to the rest of her body. She swayed on her feet. She would have fallen backwards, but Jack caught one of her arms and pulled her to him.

When she opened her eyes again she was in his arms, pressed against him with her face inches away from his. They stared at each other, but neither of them tried to break the awkward embrace. An overwhelming urge to kiss him came over Kate. Jack seemed to read her mind, glancing down at her lips before flicking his gaze back to her brown eyes.

Kate could feel the space closing between them; that's when she pushed herself away. Straightening, she mumbled belated thanks and took several unsteady steps away from the man she had nearly kissed. The distance she put between them mimicked the void she felt overtake her. A sadness she had been suppressing filled the emptiness, and Kate had to fight to keep her tears at bay. Now was not the time to get emotional.

"There's the trail," Kate said, her voice weaker than she preferred. "Let's go."

Jack watched Kate as she slowly made her way across the small stream and toward the jungle. They had almost kissed; he had almost kissed her. Jack had thought that any feelings between the two of them were gone. Kate was with Sawyer now; or at least that is what he had believed until this point. Now he wasn't so sure, and it turned his whole world upside down.

He tried to reason with himself that he wasn't the man Kate wanted. Sawyer was better for her anyway. He wasn't sure what the other man could offer her that he couldn't, but he knew there must be something. There was a connection between those two that he and Kate didn't have.

Jack called out for Juliet so that they could leave. No one answered, so he called again, and again. He finally realized that she had already gone off—without them. He had no idea why.

Kate nearly lost her battle with her emotions when she heard Jack yell for Juliet. She already knew that Juliet had gone ahead; she was following the trail Juliet had left behind. The injured brunette couldn't help but wonder what she could do to win Jack over. Or if it was even possible. She hoped that there would be a chance to find out. First, they had to survive whatever it was their "rescuers" were planning.

Jack caught up to her a few moments later and the two castaways headed back into the jungle with Kate leading the way. The silence was charged with unspoken words and confused feelings. Both were in denial and both wondered if they were capable of loving more than one person at a time.

Both came to the conclusion that that was impossible.