-1Title: P.S. Jate

A/N:This is like a cross between Lost and the book/movie P.S. I Love You. I wrote this as if Kate wasn't a fugitive, for storyline purposes. If you don't like that you can just imagine that she was acquitted, but I don't feel that way. Oh and Charlie's not dead. Anyway, enjoy! Review to let me know if you like it or not so I'll know if I should continue it. )

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The funeral was nice, it was exactly what he would've wanted. All their friends from the island were there; Sun and Jin, Charlie, Claire and Aaron, Sayid, Hurley, everyone. Even Sawyer surprised them all and showed up. Kate knew that neither of them would never have admitted it, but Jack and Sawyer were good friends who just happened to fight about almost everything.

"I'm real sorry, Freckles," the Southerner had whispered in her ear as he left the interment site. She could tell he had been crying, maybe not heavily, but his eyes were red.

Kate had made sure that there was a small trace of their old life with them, to remind them what they had gone through and how they came to mean so much to each other. Jack's coffin was lowered into the ground and each survivor, one by one, took a handful of dirt and dropped it in the grave. Kate went last but couldn't seem to open her hand to release the dirt. She felt that if she did it was like saying goodbye to him forever and just forgetting about everything they shared.

She felt someone come to her side and gently take her full hand and turn it upside-down, releasing the contents. She looked up and saw Sun giving her a comforting smile through tears. The widow turned and embraced her best friend tightly, completely breaking down, her knees buckling. Sun dropped to the ground with her, trying her best to be strong. She stroked the grieving woman's hair and cried with her, not knowing what else to do.

Eventually they arrived at the Tiki's Taki Bar & Grille for a gathering pf the survivors. Yes, it lived up to it's "tacky" name, but that's what Jack and Kate had loved about it. Once they got off the island, where everything was serious, no one was safe, and relaxation and fun were not an option, tacky didn't seem too bad. They had been tacky newlyweds and loved every second of it.

When they saw them, the survivors waved Kate, Sun, and Jin over to the large table they had taken up in the back corner of the establishment. The walls were decorated with brightly colored surfboards and Hawaiian print shirts, and there was an old-fashioned jukebox next to the party table. Kate eyed the music machine and knew she'd be spending a lot of time by it, playing song after song that she and Jack loved to listen to.

After a few hours of drinking, reminiscing, and laughing together, Charlie went over to the jukebox and put a quarter in. "This one's for you, Jack," he whispered as he pressed the play button.

Kate's head shot up when she heard the beginning seconds of the song, recognizing it immediately. It was Jack's favorite song.

"It's close to midnight and something evil's lurking in the dark. Under the moonlight you see a sight that almost stops your heart…"

All of a sudden she saw no one in the bar but Jack and he was dancing idiotically, as he always had, to Michael Jackson's 'Thriller.' She couldn't help but laugh at him as he tried his hardest to do the famous dance correctly and failed.

The remaining minutes of the song everyone sat quietly with their drinks, no dancing, no singing. It was a moment when reality hit extremely hard because Jack was always the first one to jump out of his chair to do the zombie walk and he wasn't there to do it. After the song ended everyone but Kate, Sun and Jin took their leave, as it was going on 1 A.M.

"Are you going to be okay, Kate? At least, okay getting home?" Sun asked.

"Yeah, I think so. Thanks, Sun," Kate forced a smile.

Jin had learned English since returning to the real world and moving to the United States, and asked, "Are you sure? We could give you a ride back to your apartment, it's not a problem at all."

"I'll be fine, but thanks, Jin," she offered, receiving unsure glances from them both, "Honestly guys, you've done so much for me already."

"At least let us call you a cab," the Korean man persisted.

Kate knew she wasn't going to be able to say no. They were her and Jack's best friends, she couldn't say no to them. So she nodded, "Alright."

The Koreans smiled at her and Jin went to find a phone book. Once the taxi arrived and the driver knew his destination, Kate and Sun shared one last hug. "You call me if you need anything, okay? Day or night, it doesn't matter. I'm here for you if you need me. Jin, too," Sun whispered.

Kate barely managed a squeak, "Thanks."

The ride to her apartment building seemed to take forever because it was in complete silence. Normally Jack would keep her occupied but now there would be no more stupid jokes, no more goofing off, or even trying to sing along to whatever song was on the radio station the taxi driver happened to have on. Now, of course, there had been quiet rides when they were both tired, but they would lean on each other, sometimes falling asleep, but she couldn't even do that anymore.

Kate was snapped from her thoughts by the cab driver trying to get her attention. "Uh, Ma'am," he said, "This is your stop. Your friends already paid me, so…"

He didn't get to finish, as Kate was already out of the ugly, yellow car and walking in the front door of the apartment complex. The 5 flights of stairs were no problem for her anymore. They'd lived there for seven and a half years, she had unfortunately grown used to it by now. A few minutes later she stopped in front of the door and took her time opening it.

Kate walked into their…her apartment. It wasn't theirs anymore, he was gone. Jack was gone. He wasn't ever coming back, and it was all because of that damn cancer. It had started a few months ago. No one, not Jack, not his doctors, and definitely not Kate could understand why or how it was spreading so fast and so far. But Jack had come to a certain grips with it; he knew he wouldn't beat it. He wanted so badly to, for Kate, for his friends, but he knew it wasn't going to happen. Kate didn't like to leave his side for anything, afraid that the second she wasn't with him would be his last.

The widow sunk down in Jack's favorite cushy chair and remembered one of the times she had to leave him.

"Kate?"

"Yeah, Jack?"

"I'm hungry."

Kate grinned. "What would you like?"

Her husband sighed, putting on his "thinking" face. He tapped his chin with his finger before saying, "How about…um…some mango?"

"Mango? Jack, we don't have any mangoes," Kate complained.

The doctor made his best puppy face and finally his wife gave in.

"Fine. Old habits die hard, I guess. I'll be back in five minutes, tops, okay? Call me if anything happens or you need something else, I've got my cell."

"Thank you, honey, I don't know what I'd do without you."

'I could say the same thing,' Kate thought to herself as she smiled and waved at him, rushing out the door to go to the grocery store on the corner.

She came back to reality and glanced at the clock on the cable box. 2:36 A.M. Was it really that late? She pushed herself up and went into the bedroom, throwing off the black dress she had been wearing for hours. She turned out the light and crawled into bed, quickly grabbing her cell phone off her bedside table.

Kate flipped it open and dialed a number frantically and putting the phone to her ear. On the dresser the screen of Jack's phone lit up and the caller ID read "Kate."

Three rings later, Jack's voicemail picked up.

"Hey, this is Jack. Can't talk right now, but leave a message and I promise to get back to you. Bye."

Tears streamed down Kate's face as she dialed his number over and over so she could hear his voice. She needed to hear his voice. She needed him.

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A/N: So thanks for reading and please please please let me know what you think. )