Cookies
Summary: Jack has 3 weaknesses. Kate is going to find out. :Theme 52:
Disclaimer: I do not own any aspect of Lost.
Footsteps echoed on the walls of the cave, meshing with the sounds of voices and running water. Kate made her way through the crowds of people, looking for Jack. A gash ran down her leg, blood trickling down and drying on her ankle.
The "monster" has made an appearance while she was helping Locke.
Of course.
She had run for her life.
Of course.
Locke hadn't.
Of course.
Going back to help him had been a spilt-second decision. She had pushed him to the ground as she felt something overhead, ear-splitting noise filling her ears.
Then it had gone, and he had helped her back to camp.
Finally she found Jack sitting on a rock, looking in a mirror, shaving.
"I didn't know you shaved. You always have that layer of stubble."
Jack looked up.
"I actually have to do something to keep it that way, Kate. How can I help?"
His eyes fell upon her leg and he was up in seconds, helping her to sit down. She explained what happened as he grabbed his stuff and started to dab at the wound.
"This may sting."
He applied some liquid.
Sting was definitely an understatement. Pain rocketed through her leg, but she didn't let it show on her face.
Jack noticed her calm demeanor.
"You don't have any weaknesses, I see."
He had said it in that tone of voice, the one that made her wander if he was being sarcastic, of sympathetic, of annoyed, or so many other things.
"As far as I have seen, neither do you. I'm not the one who can calmly fiddle around with the insides of people, keep their cool after a plane has crashed, let me sew up their back with a sewing kit and proceed to lead us all through thick and thin."
Jack smiled as she said this.
"I have a weakness. Make that 3."
"Let me guess."
"I'll tell you one; I have trouble letting go of things. Of people's lives. The other one, on a lighter note, is not that kind of weakness. It can bring me to my knees, but not in a bad way."
Kate frowned as she thought.
"Well, you are a man. Sex?"
Jack laughed.
"No, not sex."
"Sport."
"Nope."
"Cars? Money? Heart transplants?"
Jack smiled to himself.
"You are thinking along the wrong lines, Kate."
She frowned, fishing about in her mind for an answer. Finally it came to her.
"It is a type of food, isn't it!"
Jack frowned, a look of mock disappointment on his face. She offered a rare grin.
"Cookies. My ultimate weakness is cookies. But you still haven't got the third one."
He stood up, smiled at Kate, and excused himself. She was left sitting, thinking, wandering . . .
Firelight flickered, shadows dancing in the glow. People ate and talked, their words reverberating off the walls and dying in the open.
Jack sat on a log, staring into the flames, thinking about the day, about the place, about Kate. About cookies.
And out of the shadows came Kate, holding a solitary biscuit.
"For you."
She sat beside him, watching him munch through the cookie, before he turned to her.
"Kate, my third weakness is . . .chocolate chip cookies"
She laughed, and looked at him.
"You're my weakness too, Jack."