A/N: I just want to preface this by saying that I am not back to writing Jack/Kate full time. Writing this was a very painful experience. I love this ship so much that I still can't even rewatch the show without breaking into tears. However, I wanted to write something for those people that had been requesting some fic. I hope you guys like it.

Disclaimer: Don't own them or the show.

Her whole life she had dreamed only in black and white. Dark, undefined shapes would beckon, they would haunt, simultaneously enthralling and terrifying her. And when she would wake up with a start, she would wonder if this was just a preview of what was waiting for her. There was some power out there that would judge her for what she had done, and no matter how long she ran, she would never outrun this.

Then she went to the island, and that dark, undefined shape was suddenly following her. She tried to close her eyes, hoping beyond all belief that when she opened them she would be safe in her bed, but the nightmare never went away. There was no where she could run, no where she could hide; hell had finally found her.

But the more time she spent there, on that island, the more she was unsure. There was suffering, there were ghosts. There was punishment and pain. And yet, there were angels, flawed ones yes (maybe he had fallen from grace), but he had saved her, and the dark shapes, they stopped following. They were no more. And for the first time in her life, Kate suddenly believed she could escape.

And when they did, when they finally left that place, she found that her burden was suddenly so much lighter because he was there, carrying her, loving her, believing in her. There were no dreams because reality was better than anything she could dream up…..until of course, he left.

Her nightmares were vivid now; violent reds, dark blues. The color was so alive, she felt as if it would strangle her. When she didn't dream of him, she dreamt of Claire, of all the lies and mistakes she had made when she thought she was so much better. It was beckoning and calling again – the island, that dark, undefined shape. She didn't have the energy left to run.

She lost everything in that place. She lost her angel to that dark, undefined shape. But she fought back; she loved, and was loved, and that darkness never haunted her again.

When she dreams now, she dreams in greens and streaks of yellow. Of the blueness of the ocean. She smells the soil beneath her feet, the fruit in the trees. She dreams of the place where she left him because she left half of her heart there, and she can't seem to let it go.

Thanks for reading and let me know what you think on the way out :D