Chapter 1

Lost is an amazing show. I thought I could write something about it because I'm so in to it. Hope you like this. R+R.

Disclaimer: I do not own Lost or any of the characters. This show was created by J.J. Abrams.

Flashback

Jack took the green wad of paper from an envelope labeled "Personal Effects" and handed it to Kate. "Is this what you wanted?"

She slowly nodded, taking the wad. "Yes." She unfolded it carefully, so not to rip the delicate paper. She produced a miniature airplane and rolled it around in her hands, taking a good look at it.

Jack sighed heavily, exasperated and confused. "That's all you wanted?" Kate didn't answer. He didn't understand. Why had she gone through fighting Sawyer and digging up a dead body to get…a small toy plane? "Kate?"

She nodded again, her eyes stung with tears. Jack wanted to know why she needed that thing so bad. "Where is that from?

Kate turned away. "No where, it's just something that means a lot to me."

"Kate, where is it from?"

She looked down. "It belonged to the man I loved."

"Kate! You're lying to me! Why did you need it so bad?"

"It belonged to the man I loved!" She started to cry, she was getting upset.

He raised his voice. "Stop lying and tell me the truth for once!"

"It belonged to the man I killed!" Kate dropped to her knees and sobbed in to her hands. She had just confessed her darkest secret to this stranger.

Jack didn't know what to say; he had never expected to hear that come from her. She had killed a man.

End Flashback

Kate lay on the beach her head cradled in her arms. She wasn't one to burn herself to the point of skin cancer, but she loved to soak up the heat. She twirled the plane around in her hand. The feel of it comforted her.

"Well, Freckles, looks like you're comfy." The southern heart throb leaned over Kate, blocking the sun. She quickly hid the plane out of sight.

She squinted up at him. "What do you want, Sawyer?"

"Nothin', just came over to talk. You looked a little lonely." He grinned and winked.

Kate sat up; her curly brown hair fell forward over her shoulders. She pulled her knees to her chest and held them there. "Then talk."

"Well, I didn't come over here just to talk. I thought I'd at least give ya some company." He leaned back against a palm tree. The branches hung over, conveniently shading his face from the sun.

Both sat in silence until Kate said, "Sawyer, you said you were going to talk to me and you're not saying anything. I don't think that's the real reason why you came over here."

He held up his hands defensively. "Oh, so, now I gotta have a reason to talk to ya?" He grunted and turned away.

"I never said that. But you're not saying anything." She grinned.

Sawyer was an ex con criminal who could never keep a job, much less a girl. For time being he would be able to lure a girl in, but it didn't mean anything to him. He was only in it for the money. Truthfully, he had never done well with people; he just wasn't a people person. But since he'd gotten stuck on the island, he figured people weren't as worthless as he thought they were. Nobody liked him. From the beginning he'd started off on the wrong foot, with his sarcasm and trickery. He seemed to relate mostly to Kate. She even stuck up for him once in a while. He'd soon discovered that he had a lot in common with her and he felt he could tell her anything.

He ran his hand through his hair and looked away, "I wanted to ask if you've…heard anything, ya know, out in the jungle at night. "He turned back to see Kate staring at him, eyebrows raised, making it seem like he was some kind of insane man. His hands went up, "What? I'm just wonderin'."

"No…" She stretched her legs out. "I haven't heard anything. What have you been hearing?"

"I know this is gonna sound pretty out there, but, uh, I can hear voices whisperin'." He stared in to her eyes. "Really, you gotta believe me. I wouldn't lie about somethin' like that. Okay, I would…but I'm not."

She laughed and pushed a strand of hair away from her eye. "I believe you, Sawyer. The next time you hear it, let me know."

"Alright, good." He stood up and walked back over to his usual position on the sand. He picked up his book and buried his nose in it; satisfied that he had someone to run to if something happened.

Kate smiled at how unusual it was to see Sawyer, of all the people on the island…reading. He was the last person any one would expect to be a book worm.

Throughout the day Kate's mind relentlessly wandered off to the moment at the caves when she confessed to Jack that she was a murderer, even if she had tweaked the story just a little. She hated herself for giving in. That was something only her mother had known. She knew Jack wouldn't go spread the word once they got off the island, but she didn't want anyone to know that she had killed a man.

"Mind if I sit?" Kate's train of thought was disturbed.

She looked up to see Jack in a plaid red-maroon shirt. "No, go ahead."

He sat down in the sand, glad for a short rest. "Listen, Claire is still out there and she could have her baby any day. We have to go out and look again. I'm thinking we should get a few people together to search; a search party. Not today, it's too late, but maybe tomorrow."

"Jack… do you remember what happened the last time you tried that? Charlie almost died…and Ethan almost killed you." But Kate knew that if Jack was going out there, she was going with him.

"I know, I know. But, Kate, we can't sit here knowing Claire is out there somewhere. I'm tired of being so helpless." He gazed out over the clear ocean into the sunset.

Kate followed his gaze. "Yeah, I guess you're right. But I'm coming with you."

Jack looked at her knowingly. "We're taking the guns with us."

Jack askedanyone he could findif they would be willing to help out with the search the next day. Most refused because they were too afraid something would happen. So far he had two people to help; Locke and Sayid. Hurley had passed, saying he'd help fish instead.

Jack decided to ask the former British rocker. "Hey, Charlie, look, I know you really miss Claire and I know it's been tough for you. I'm getting together a couple of people to search for her. Want to come along?"

Charlie looked up from his blank stare and answered quietly. "When?"

"Tomorrow, but only if you want." Jack patted his back.

"Yeah, I'll come."

"Sawyer, I don't want any trouble. I just wanted to ask if you'd come along to search for Claire. You up for it?"

Sawyer looked up lazily and drawled, "What was that?"

"You heard me." Jack knew this wouldn't be easy.

"I just chose not to listen." He grinned, looking up through squinted eyes.

"Sawyer…please. We need your help."

"Yeah, I'll come along. What're you gonna need me to do?"

"I need you to carry a gun. I know you can use one." Jack was sure that would catch his interest.

"I'm in."

Okay, hope you like this. This is a new obsession of mine, if I can call it anything.

Next chapter: Jack, Kate and the rest of the searchers head out to find Claire. Someone gets hurt. Who will it be? And will they be able to continue the search? Who will they meet unexpectedly in the jungle?