Author's Note: This is my first lost fanfiction, woo! I was bored so I thought I'd write about what I hope happens in 307 next week. I have read some spoilers and have used a few of them but have really abandoned a lot of the ideas contained in the spoilers, so be aware. I would appreciate your views and constructive criticism so please review if you have a few seconds to spare.
Acknowledgements: I would obviously like to thank TPTB Lost for making such a brilliant show. Also the actors, especially Josh and Evie for the wonderful job they do in portraying my favourite character.
Also, to all the Hoolies at FanForum who have carried me through this nightmare Hiatus… You all rock, and I'm sorry I can't post more often. (- Feefs -)
She sweeps a piece of stray hair from her face and she struggles to lift her right leg. It seems the simple action of walking requires too much effort right now. Sitting down in the sand, she wonders if it is possible to feel any more exhausted than she does right now. A little nap would be heaven right now, but she forces herself to stand up and to keep going. Her motivation lies solely in the fact that heaven is not here, lying alone on a beach, its there, in his arms.
Trying to ignore the agonising pain which seems to be flowing throughout every bone in her body, her mind drifts back to when the agony began.
"Kate, Run!" Jack's voice shouted through the walkie talkie.
Taking one last look at Sawyer, Kate swung around and hit the man who had a gun to her head in the face, knocking him to the ground.
Almost simultaneously, Sawyer launched himself at Pickett, pushing him back into the bars of the cage which had become his home for the past week.
"You don't really think you're going to get away do you?" Pickett yelled above the noise of the heavy rain hitting the ground.
"Shut up!" Sawyer yelled, launching a fist into Pickett's face, knocking him out, cold.
Sawyer bent down and reached for the gun which, 10 seconds ago, might have ended his life. Pointing it at Pickett, he considers pulling the trigger but is stopped when a hand gently covers his.
"Come on Sawyer, let's get out of here." Kate said, almost in a whisper before pulling Sawyer towards the jungle.
The exhausted pair broke out into a run, still holding hands, Kate still clutching the walkie talkie which previously belonged to Pickett.
"Sawyer, which way do we go?"
"Our island is over this way." Sawyer shouted, pointing ahead of him.
"How do you know?"
"I just do, hurry!"
Kate and Sawyer ran silently, undisturbed through the jungle for 10 minutes. They almost thought they would have no problem in getting home, safely. However, this was wishful thinking because just as they approached a shore and caught sight of their island in the distance, a shot rang out from the trees.
"What do we do now?" Kate looked towards Sawyer, frightened.
"We need a boat." Sawyer replied.
Kate looked down at her hand and then brought the walkie talkie towards her face.
"Jack? Are you there?"
"Yeah, I'm here." Jack's voice crackled over the radio.
A sense of relief washed over Kate as she heard Jack's voice, she was glad he was still alive.
"Jack, we need a boat. We need some way of getting back to our island."
"What are you talking about?" Jack replied, unaware of his location.
Before Kate could reply, the walkie talkie was shot from her hand. Looking up, she saw Pickett and two other men running onto the beach.
"Run!" Sawyer screamed, ducking as a bullet brushed past him.
Once again, the pair ran as fast as they could. Ignoring the aches in her legs, Kate concentrated on where she was going, dodging trees and rocks as she navigated through the jungle, glancing back every few seconds to ensure Sawyer was still with her.
A few minutes passed and Pickett and his men were still chasing them, although they had fell slightly behind. Sawyer could tell that Kate was exhausted and the events of the last few days had drained him of energy, so he grabbed her and pulled her behind a tree, planning to hide from the enemies and rest for a few minutes.
"Sawyer, we had to keep.." Kate was interrupted by Sawyer placing a finger over her mouth.
Looking into Sawyers eyes, Kate tried to read his mind and suss out his game plan. She guessed that he wanted to wait for the men to pass them so they could head back to the beach. However, this plan had flaws; the men wouldn't stop until they had found them, and killed Sawyer. Kate knew then that the only way to end this, and to protect Sawyer, was to kill Pickett.
A few minutes later, Kate spotted the men running towards them. Sawyer grabbed her hand, to reassure her that they would be okay. Kate, gently squeezed it and then let it go. Sawyer looked down as he felt Kate prising the gun that he held in his other hand.
"Kate, what are you doing?" Sawyer hissed.
Kate didn't reply as she stepped out from behind the tree and pointed the gun ahead of her. Immediately, she pulled the trigger. Nothing happened. She pulled it again, and again. Damn, her plan had failed.
"Kate!" Sawyer yelled, pulling her towards him before beginning to run once more.
Bullets flew past them and the shouts of the men from behind them echoed through the jungle.
Eventually, after what seemed an eternity, they emerged from the jungle onto a beach. Kate and Sawyer glanced behind them. Neither Pickett nor his men were anywhere in sight.
"We've made it!" Kate said, smiling. She guessed that Pickett and his sidekicks had given up, probably tired, after all, he wasn't exactly athlete material.
"I wouldn't be so sure of that darlin'!" Pickett's voice rang out.
Kate quickly turned her head to see Pickett approaching them from her left hand side. Another man approached them from the right hand side. They were surrounded.
"This is it guys, down on your knees James and this time, there's no walkie talkie to save you." Pickett kicked Sawyers legs from under him for the second time that day.
One of the other guards pulled Kate behind Pickett, the perfect viewing spot for the execution. Sawyer looked at Kate and reads her face. Her expression is filled with fear, distress, anger, pain….He felt hopeless. He wasn't scared of dying; he was simply scared of leaving her alone, so alone! He could only hope that they would return her to the cages where hopefully she would be reunited with Jack. The doc would take care of her and keep her safe from harms way.
"Please, please.." Kate gasped, sobbing.
"Too late now missy, he's a goner." The man holding her replied.
"Any last words James." Pickett said, anxious to get this over with. He had never killed a man before, but he was more than prepared to kill this man. Someone had killed the woman he loved, and he had always believed the saying that he learnt a long time ago at Sunday School…. 'An eye for an eye'
"Freckles, I… you know, don't you? You know." Sawyer said, his voice breaking. Tears streamed down Kate's face as she nodded.
"You know that I have been lost all of my life but since I came onto this island, I am found. I'm found Kate. Meeting you has been the best thing that has ever happened to me and I just want you to remember that, don't forget that, okay?"
Kate couldn't speak, so she nodded once again. She tried so hard to speak, but the words wouldn't leave her mouth. She held Sawyer's gaze, her eyes speaking a thousand words: 'I won't forget', 'You're the best thing that has happened to me too', 'I love you', 'Please don't leave me here'.
Sawyer ended his gaze with Kate to glance at Pickett, hoping that for some reason, he wouldn't go through with it. However, the man lifted his arm and took aim at Sawyers head.
"I want you to close your eyes, Kate." Sawyer whispered, under his breath. "Please, I don't want you to remember this."
Kate nodded, for the third time before taking one last look at Sawyer alive and then gently closed her eyelids, sobbing.
A few minutes passed, and nothing. Kate considered opening her eyes, pleading with God to save Sawyer. Maybe Pickett had changed his mind and would let Sawyer live. He would walk them back through the jungle to their cages and allow them to rest for a few hours before taking them back to the clearing to make them work. Or maybe he would just let them go, after all, they don't need them, its Jack they wanted. Kate imagined her friends faces as they strolled back into camp, she almost smiled as she pictured Claire's face and Hurley's wide grin and massive bear hug that he would likely give her.
However, before she could celebrate, three loud gun shots rang out and Kate collapsed to the ground. Game over.
To be continued