This story was inspired by that episode when the marshal was dying, so there's some blast-from-the-pasts in here. Also, once again I must thank Green Day, this time for "Warning" (not the album, the song... although the album has the song on it- oh, shut it, Maria.)
DISCLAIMER: Don't own Lost. I am publicly announcing this so no one holds me accountable for the ridiculous episode last night. Chaire right down the toilet. Utter mess. And I thought Eko was good!
But the whole psalm thing was pretty interesting, and at least they finally showed something, monster-wise.
But I'm telling you, if Charlie uses any of that heroin, I will be very upset.
SUMMARY: Jack takes the marshal's dying words to heart. This story takes place right before and during episode What Kate Did. I'll tell you what Kate did- she acted like a total IDIOT and ran away from Jack to be with Sawyer, disappointing Jaters everywhere. Better name for episode- What Kate Didn't Do, and it could be all about how Kate DIDN'T run away from Jack, DIDN'T tell Sawyer she... "feels something" for him (:shudders:), and DIDN'T do anything stupid.
But MAYBE I can forgive her, because she was running on no sleep and clearly delusional, and we all know she loves Jack and Jack loves her, it's just a matter of time before those two realize it and stop fooling around with Sawyer and That Michelle Rodriguez Girl.
Since the episode was clearly very disappointing (besides for the Jate kiss, yippee), I wrote this.
And you know what that means...
JATE ANGST!
YIPPEE!
-WARNING-
-BY WHENICOMEAROUND-
-CHAPTER ONE-
Kate touched the cool water with her foot. She watched the ripples grow wider and wider. Then, without bothering to walk in slowly, she held her breath and jumped right in.
It was such a relief to wash away all the dirt, sweat, and tears that clung to her like the old memories she couldn't wash away.
Kate surfaced and brushed away the droplets on her face. The water came off, but the tears kept coming. Everything that had happened appeared to be running down her face in liquid form. Everything she'd kept inside, everything she couldn't say was now silently falling down her face.
"You really screwed up this time, Kate." she muttered to herself.
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This is one of those annoying remembering sequences that always crop up at five minutes to ten when you just want to see the end of the scene, but they make you suffer and there's an annoying remembering sequence. Only instead of it being about life before whoever it is got on the island, it's about on the island.
Okay.
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Kate entered the dome-shaped room to find Jack and Locke conversing in hushed voices. Kate felt her stomach contract. Whatever they were talking about couldn't possibly be good, and one heinous glance at her from Locke told her it was probably about what she'd done.
Kate sighed. She knew she'd done some wrong things in the past, but what she'd done probably couldn't be considered one of them. I did the right thing, Kate tried to convince herself. I DID.
"Kate?" said Jack abruptly. "Can I talk to you for a second?"
Kate looked up at him. "Sure." she said nervously.
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And here's another one of those...
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"Dude."
Jack looked up at Hurley. "Yeah?"
"That's gross." Hurley pointed to the piece of metal sticking out of the marshal's leg. He was lying unconscious on the ground. Jack looked like he wanted nothing more than to be that marshal right now.
"How do you know he's out?" Hurley said, kneeling down beside the man.
"I don't." said Jack, reaching for a bottle of peroxide.
Hurley tapped the man's forehead. "Hey, guy, you awake?"
Silence.
"Hey, look, a rescue plane! We're saved, whoo!"
More silence.
"Yup, he's out."
Jack wet his hands with alcohol. "Hold him down, Hurley, okay? I'm gonna pull the metal out."
Hurley shot Jack a horrified look.
"Don't even think about it." said Jack.
Hurley swallowed hard. "Okay." he whispered to himself. He looked at the open wound on the marshal's leg.
"Hurley..." said Jack warningly.
"Yeah, I got it, man." said Hurley weakly. He felt nauseous.
As if looking at it weren't bad enough, Jack pulled the piece of metal out of the man's leg. It made a disgusting squelching noise.
Hurley felt the color drain out of his face.
"Hurley," said Jack. "hand me that towel, will you?"
Hurley couldn't speak.
"The towel, Hurley!" said Jack, his voice sharp.
Right then and there, Hurley's eyes rolled back into his head and he toppled over on top of the marshal.
"HEY!"
But it was too late; Hurley was out.
Jack sighed. He tried to stop the bleeding, but his hands weren't going to absorb any blood. So he pressed down hard and reached for the towel.
"Ugh..."
Jack looked at the marshal's face. "Sorry, man. I know this sucks." he said shakily.
"Don't trust her. She's dangerous."
Jack's eyebrows pressed together. "What?"
"She's... dangerous..."
"Who?" said Jack. The bleeding had stopped at last; he reached for a bandage and started patching the man up.
"My... pocket..." the marshal groaned. "jacket pocket... a picture... don't trust her..."
Jack finished bandaging the man's leg and gave him a skeptical look.
"She's... dangerous..." he moaned.
Jack sighed, stood, and picked up the jacket that had been tossed aside. He pulled out a piece of paper and unfolded it to reveal a picture of...
...Kate.
Jack gasped.
"Listen to me." said the marshal. "No matter what she says, no matter how she makes you feel... don't trust her."
Jack sat back and sighed. Perfect, he thought. I've been here for a week and the one person I've come to trust is an escaped fugitive. Great.
The marshal's breathing became erratic.
"Don't trust her." he groaned. Then he closed his eyes.
Jack looked away and put his hand over the marshal's face.
The man was dead within a minute.