No. No. No. No.

It couldn't be true. We've been here for one fucking week, and you get yourself killed? You're a fucking doctor, Jack! What the hell is wrong with you?

"Didn't I tell you? Word is down in the valley Saint Jack got himself buried in a cave in."

Fuck you, Sawyer. When I see him again, I'll kill him. I really will, I swear to God Almighty.

I get to the caves in what felt like seconds, and I see everyone gathered around a pile of rocks. "Where's Jack?" I yelled, "Why aren't you digging?"

Michael turns toward me with a sad look. "We dug a hole in, but there's no reply. None at all." I stare at him with what I'm sure is a look of pure horror before shoving past him and kneeling in front of the small hole in the rocks.

"Jack? Jack? ! I swear to God, you better answer me! JACK? !" I scream until my voice is hoarse. But there's no answer. No shout. No voice. Nobody telling me to calm down, that it'll all be alright. Not even shifting rocks.

I never get an answer, and I never will.

All I hear is silence, and my own hysteric voice echoing back to me.

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A/N: Am I bad or what? I kill off my favorite Lost character just because I'm feeling angsty? A little below the belt, but I don't care. Anyway, hope you enjoyed, I might or might not re-write this sometime, we'll just see where fate takes us. Comment? Rate? Review? Favorite? Feel free!
-Temari