Takes place in Season 6 after the Sub blew up (but I crote it before watching the episode)
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His clothes were heavy, wet. His eyes were closed. He was unable to make a move, his muscles were sore, and by miracle his fingers were holding onto a piece of metal. He tasted blood in his throat. He smelt salt, blood and fire all around. Tired, he knew he could let the cold piece of metal go at any moment. Hurt, he knew he could drown and let himself fall into the deep ocean.
His mind was blurry; he couldn't remember what happened, not in order… A bomb, everybody in the submarine. It exploded. Everybody… Her… For a moment he hoped she hadn't been inside, but she had been, because they went together. He remembered her holding his hand while they were walking to the submarine. She was smiling, relieved, happy to go home. To have a chance to go home. But the chance blew up, like others did before.
"Kate…" He whispered like a breath in the wind. It could barely be heard. He just needed to say her name, like another piece of metal to hold on. He fought to open his eyes. Waves were low; there were pieces of the sub floating everywhere. Maybe they were all dead by now. Maybe she was in the water with no life. And he couldn't help her, he was not strong enough. His eyes began to close again because of tiredness. He closed his fingers around the piece of metal even more, breathing her name once again.
She felt heavy, she felt dirty and dizzy. It smelt salty sand. She raised her hand to her face and rubbed her eyes, rolling onto her back. She heard Sun talking to Jin farther, she turned her head slowly and saw Jack, unconscious onto the beach, face down in the sand. She stood up slowly and heard two pieces of metal banged with crash while they arrived on the beach. She stumbled near of Jack's body, and made him roll onto his back. He moved his head a little and mumbled something. She stood up again and looked around. Her heart ached. She knew this pain; she had felt it three years ago when he jumped. This feeling to be alone once again, to have lost something once again and to not know where it could be and if she could find it someday. She knew she couldn't face it again. No she couldn't. She wouldn't have the strength to fight and hold on to life if she had no hope he was still alive. She walked onto the beach searching when she saw a piece of metal covering someone. She accelerated her pace and pushed the heavy piece aside. Her heart ached once more discovering Miles's body and not the one she was looking for.
"James…" She whispered letting herself fall onto the hot sand, tired.
The night was coming. Everybody was around a fire to warm them up. She stayed far. She wanted to blame everyone for her loss. She wanted to blame Jack for having brought this bomb in the sub. Yeah he didn't know, but it had blown up their plan. Sawyer's plan. She felt lonely as she'd never been. Even during those three past years. Now, he wouldn't come back. He was lost in the ocean. Maybe it was better that way, he wasn't lost anymore in this damn place. She wanted to blame everyone for stupid reasons and she wanted to blame him for leaving her again. And she blamed herself… for now having confess her true feelings. And now it was too late. She contained her tears. If she wept now, she would weep forever. Her heart ached more than before. Her heart began to understand it would never be loved again. He was the cause of her sorrow, but he was the man of her love.
A tear rolled down along her cheek how she murmured his name in the cold of the night, like a pray to the Island, and let him come back.
He had found the strength to go up on his metal little raft; he was laid on the cool metal and let himself carry by the current. His eyes blinked sometimes, and he thought he'd seen a fire, some kind of red light. But it was so blurry and he knew his mind was not going well. He thought he fell asleep, because when he blinked again, the piece of metal wasn't moving anymore. It was on shore. He thought he heard his name. He heard it again and recognized the voice which was calling him.
"Kate…" He breathed. He felt a familiar touch on his face, caressing his cheek; he felt a familiar breath on his forehead while she murmured words he didn't understand. She was there. She was alive. And he asked a final question to the cause of his sorrow and the love of his life, before falling asleep.
"Are we safe?"