Title: Repercussions Summary: Takes place after the kiss. What if Jack had confronted Kate straight after?
Warnings: Rated R for future language and smut
Status of Fic: WIP
Author's Notes/Disclaimer: This is my 1st fic for ANY ship EVER. So
please bare this in mind :D
Disclaimer
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I do not own the characters in this story, nor do I own any
rights to the television show "Lost". They were created by
JJ Abrams and Damon Lindelof and they belong to them, Touchstone, and
ABC.
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Jack felt the storm coming long before he heard the first rumble of thunder. The warm winter air was thick with moisture, yet charged with some kind of electricity that sent birds chattering to their nests. He's been surprised and thoroughly confused when Kate had kissed him in the clearing then run away. Though he wanted to seek out Kate and press her for why, but he waited, hoping she'd return to him of her own free will.
She didn't.
That evening, He began to wonder just where the hell she'd run to. He couldn't find her anywhere, not on the beach, sitting in the hatch, getting some food.
He began to worry, and then found himself beyond worrying. Where could she have gone? Finally, he laughed at himself. "What is this? Two months ago, you'd have been scared to death of a woman close to you. Now you go looking for her?"
At last, he found her; in a deserted alcove he recognized as the same place that he'd come across on their first day here, where she'd stitched up his back. She was skipping stones in the ocean a little way off from the jungle. With her back to him, Kate seemed oblivious to everything but her own thoughts.
Jack's releif at seeing her slender frame silhouetted against the low-hanging sun that shone through the bank of oncoming storm clouds was like a huge weight lifted from his shoulders. And dropped on his chest. God, she's beautiful. Her skipping stone technique was good – lots of body English and a quick flick of the wrist. Her hair cascaded around her shoulders with each throw.
Jack stopped and put his hands into the front pocket of his jeans, watching. Not only was she beautiful, but a kind of energy surrounded her like an aura. A magnetic force.
She must have felt his gaze, because she turned a minute later and examined him from the shore.
"I'm sorry," she called, "I'm a jerk."
"You're not a jerk."
"I feel like my whole life's blowing up. I feel – I feel like I'm coming apart."
"Hey, its okay."
Jack waited while Kate sauntered up the beach. She was barefooted like a woodland sprite, and the slanting evening light illuminated her complexion in an oddly incandescent way.
She stopped a yard away, frowning, her eyes watering "No its not. My life's a mess. And now I've messed you up."
"Hey, its not - "
"Yes it is…I..oh God, I can't explain."
"Yes you can. Talk to me."
Jack took Kate's hand. She resisted for a second, but he remained firm. He pulled her to a patch of grass beneath a tree, and they sat down next to eac hother.
Kate frowned at him, "I've told you befire, you had you're chance to know."
"I don't mean that. I don't need to know that. Its about here and now." A moment passed…"Why did you run?"
"Jack..I.."
Jack got up jerkily, "Its okay. It doesn't matter," He turned to go, "You don't need to tell me anything."
"No Jack, I just don't want to talk about us."
"There is no us!" Jack turned on his heels and strode into the jungle.
Kate ran after him desperately, "Maybe there should be."
Jack stood frozen, his back still turned on her, "What?"
I thought i'd leave it on a cliffhanger cos I'm
mean like that :D Please review...Tell me - Are they to OOC? How
could I improve? Do you have any other suggestions? Did you hate it?
Would you continue reading if I updated? TELL ME!!
and thanks for
reading :)
