So here it is. My next jate fic. This is going to be alot different from my last one, mainly being that it's on the island, and they're alone. Kind of. Not in this chapter. And they will eventually find people. I won't give away who. Anway, I've never written a continuing on-island story, so let me know if I'm doing a horrible job. I think I'll be okay though, since I have an idea of where this story is going. Unlike my last one, where I literally made it up as I went along. ;) So, let me know what you think!

Cause all we know, is falling it falls

And remember cause I know that

we won't forget, at all

-Paramore, All We Know

Jack Shepard stood in line, impatiently checking his watch. This was taking too long; he was going to miss his flight. He couldn't miss this flight. He needed to get home, bury his father, and get on with his life.

"No, miss, I don't think you understand," said the man in front of him, speaking to the flight attendant. "We need to get on this flight, and if that's a problem, I'll take it up with the guy in charge." The woman next to him cringed. It was then that Jack noticed she was wearing handcuffs. She was holding her hands at an angle to attempt to hide them, but wasn't succeeding.

The attendant behind the desk sighed. "Let me see. There's a few open seats in first class, but that's going to cost more."

"Did you hear that, Katie? First class, bet you've never flown first class before." The man who Jack figured to be a marshall let out a mocking laugh, and the woman stared determinedly in the other direction. "We'll take it."

They walked off towards the terminal, and out of Jack's mind. He had other things to worry about.

"There's been a problem with the seating," said the worn out flight attendant. "We're going to have to move you to first class. I'm sorry if that's an inconvienince."

"Fine," Jack agreed. After a brief misunderstanding about his father's body, the flight attendant handed him a ticket.

He sat in an uncomfortable airport chair, impatiently waiting to board. He glanced at his ticket. Flight 815. Jack wasn't looking forward to the long flight ahead of him. Maybe he'd just have a few drinks and sleep most of the way.

"Now boarding Oceanic 815, first class." The voice rang over the speaker, and Jack stood eagerly from his seat. Standing in yet another line, he waited to be let onto the plane. The line passed quickly, and he was soon inside, waiting for take-off.

He helped an older woman lift her suitcase into the compartment, then took his seat. It was in a row of three, the middle seat in. He sat back, hoping he wouldn't have annoying company.

He barely contained a groan at seeing the marshall and the criminal walk up to his row. "Excuse me," said the marshall, "But would you mind moving down a seat? It would be in both of our best intrests if I was sitting next to her."

"Yeah, sure," Jack said absently. He moved over, re-adjusting into his new seat. It would be easier to flag down the flight attendant for a drink if he was sitting in the aisle, he noticed.

The marshall wasn't done. "Do you mind if she takes the middle seat? I'd like to keep her in the between us, less chance of her taking off," he let out a laugh at the woman's expense. "She won't hurt you, don't worry about that. No matches in sight." He laughed again, and the woman winced.

"No problem." He couldn't help but wonder what this small, seemingly gentle woman had done to deserve this treatment. He also couldn't stop himself from from noticing that she was very attractive. On closer inspection, he thought he saw her look him over as well, but she quickly glanced away.

The first few hours of the flight passed uneventfully, but Jack couldn't help but overhear the marshall's numerous attemps at talking to the woman beside him.

"Come on now, Kate," he pestered her. "Don't you think you're taking the right to remain silent a little too literally?"

The brunette rolled her eyes, the closest to a response he had managed to get from her. The marshall sighed and slumped back into his seat, though Jack was sure he'd be at it again shortly.

He wasn't dissapointed, as ten minutes later the marshall resumed his tactics. Jack could see that he was trying to get a rise out of the woman, and he wondered vaguely if it would ever work.

He spotted the flight attendant coming down the aisle, and moved to flag her down, not for the first time. She nodded at him, indicating she'd be over shortly.

It was at that moment that the plane began to hit turbulence, causing the flight attendant to stumble, then regain her balance, and the marshall to stop mid-sentence.

"Please fasten your seatbelts," the pilot's voice rang out. "We've just hit a bit of turbulence, but we should be through it in no time."

The plane continued to shake, but that wasn't what suprised Jack. He had heard a female voice to his left, and was suprised to see the woman in handcuffs talking to the marshall.

"I have a favor to ask," she began,her voice suprisingly calm. Jack thought this was an odd first statement.

"This ought to be good," the marshall laughed. "What could you possibly-," he was cut off suddenly by a tremendous shake of the plane, and a suitcase flying on to his head, knocking him unconscious.

Jack saw the woman's eyes widen, glancing over at him. "Shit," she muttered.

"Hey, let me look at him, I'm a doctor," he told her. "See if you can get the flight attendant over here," She nodded, standing quickly so they could switch seats. He unbuckled his seat belt, but was quickly forced back into his seat by the sudden bump. He wasn't the only one affected, as the woman fell right into his lap.

"Sorry!" she exclaimed, blushing furiously. He smiled at her, trying to reasure her. "It's okay." She struggled to get up, not being able to use her hands. He gingerly grabbed her wrists, trying to help her up.

"Excuse me!" came the shocked flight attendant. Cindy, her name tag read. Her eyes were wide in shock at seeing their current position. "What's going on? You're supposed to have your seatbelts on and, oh my.. what happened to him?"

She had seen the marshall. Jack helped the woman off him, and they succeeded in switching seats. "A suitcase fell on him after a bump. I'm a doctor, and I'm trying to see if there's anything I can do."

"I'll go get the first-aid kit," Cindy replied hastily.

He noticed the woman beside him sneaking glances in his direction. "Is he going to be okay?" she asked.

"I think so," Jack replied. "There doesn't seem to be too much damage." He continued examining the large gash across the marshall's forehead. "Nothing a few stitches won't fix when we land."

She nodded, and he wasn't sure whether she was relieved or dissapointed. He couldn't help wondering if it was the latter. If he was hurt, she could try to escape. He quickly shook the thought from his head. The marshall was unconsious now, and she wasn't trying anything. What would she do anyway, thousands of feet off the ground?

As he peered over the woman to check for the flight attendant, the plane started shaking violently. Jack sat back in his seat, holding onto the arm rests. The woman beside him did the same, accidentally brushing his hand. She quickly pulled away.

Both their eyes widened as the oxygen masks fell from over head. They fumbled to put theirs on, then Jack secured one over the marshall's mouth. He distantly heard the pilot's voice over the intercom, telling them to remain calm. It was the last thing he could remember listening to before, with one final lurch of the plane, everything went black.

Next up: What happens when Jack and Kate wake up in the jungle? How will they react to being alone together? And, most importantly, will they ever learn each other's names :)

The song lyrics at the beginning of chapters are basically to show what's coming up (no matter how abstract they may be). I always hear songs that remind me of jate, so instead of writing abunch of song fics, I decided to do this!

I'd really love it if you reviewed, let me know if this is worth continuing! thanks.