Hey, this is another new story I started writing. It's set at the end of Live Together, Die Alone. Everyone's been doing ones about jaby experiments, but I wanted to do it with a twist...so here it is!

Kate awoke to the sound of dripping. She didn't know where it was coming from, but the way it pouded into her skull told her that she was so dizzy that it wouldn't have made a difference whether it was falling into her ear or a the other side of a room. Her head span as she moved slightly, trying to figure out where she was, and as her eyes met nothing but emptiness, she started to remember what had happened as far as she could remember.

They were looking for the Others. Who had gone...her, Hurley, Sawyer, Jack and Michael...Michael. Michael. Michael. His name thudded through her head as anger tried to streak through her veins, only to be prevented by the fatigue that blocked it. Michael was responsible for all this - whatever this was. The Others had attacked them, and for the first time she was aware of a stinging pain in the back of her neck where that dart had hit her. It had hurt her, but not knocked her out, because she had been aware of Jack reacting to it, lifting her over his shoulders and desperately trying to get her out of there. Then he had fallen, and the darkness had set in.

After that...what had happened? There was a dock...a port...Michael and Walt disappearing over the waves in that pathetic little boat that would probably capsize at the first rocky wave...her and the other men lined up, gagged and tied whilst held at gunpoint...they had let Hurley go. Where was he now? Was he back at camp? Could he even find the way? They hadn't even known where they were in comparison to their camp and the hatch. She didn't even know how long she had been knocked out for. It could have been minutes or days.

She lifted her head one final time, fighting the nausea that set in at any movement. Her head churned until she felt phsyically sick, and for a minute, she thought that she might throw up on the floor, until she acknowledged the strip of fabric still gagging her. She tried to think on something else other than the sick feeling, not wanting to release the contents of her stomach until there was no chance of something blocking its way out.

She was in a room, a pathetic mud-filled hut that proved Michael hadn't lied completely. They did seem to be worse off than the survivors back at the camp. She couldn't see a way out of the room, and realised that she was tied to a chair in the centre of the room, and probably had her back to the door. She tried turning her head, but because of the pain in her neck caused by the dart she couldn't turn it far enough to catch a good sight of the door. All she could see was that it was metal, and that confused her. She was sitting in a man-made wooden hut that looked more like an old cabin from the craftmanship, and it had a metal sheet for a door.

Exhausted from the effort, her head fell onto her shoulder and her eyes closed for a moment, breathing as heavily as she could through the gag as her body begged for air. That was when she first noticed the punctures in her arm - needle marks. She couldn't remember being hit with a needle. Panick started to fill her.

Breathing through her nose, she ignored the smell of mould and something else that she couldn't identify, but resembled a rotting animal corpse. The nausea attacked her again, stronger this time, and she let out a pitiful moan that she knew no one would hear, and her last thoughts were of where Jack and Sawyer were as the darkness consumed her once again.

Sawyer had been held in a hut similar for about three hours before the Others came in, or rather, just two of them. Bea came in followed by Alex, and as his eyes fell upon the younger woman, he wondered who on Earth she reminded him of. She didn't really fit in with the others, because she always looked slightly uncomfortable in their presense.

"Hello, James." Bea said as she pulled a chair across from him, sitting down opposite him. He didn't reply. He just stared at her like he wanted nothing more than to rip her head off. "How are you feeling? I hope the dart had no lasting effects."

No lasting effects? His neck felt like it was still being stabbed by it. "Just peachy." He replied simply.

"Good. We'd hate for you to come to any harm during your stay with us."

Sawyer rolled his eyes. "You're kidding, right?"

"Excuse me?"

"You shot me with something that for all I know could be arsenic, and then you tie me to a chair in a shit-hole of a room - hell I've seen chickens in better houses than this. It sticks like dead animals, there's mud all over me...and you want me to think you're giving me the five star treatment?"

Bea looked directly into Sawyer's eyes, and that kind of creeped him out. "The darts were necessary."

"So is water. You got any? My mouth feels like its got mothballs." He asked.

"Food and water is a privalidge, James. As is your life."

Sawyer didn't retaliate that comment. His life wasn't a privilidge. His life was hell, and he didn't like her calling him James, talking to him like she knew him. "Where are they?" He asked.

"Your friends are alive."

"For all I know they might not be for much longer." Bea didn't respond, and he had to admit that unnerved him. Just because they were alive, it didn't mean that they hadn't been hurt. "If you touch one hair on her head I swear to God-"

"Katherine will not be harmed as long as you co-operate." Bea said. Sawyer scowled. He had no plans to co-operate at all, but Kate's life was on the line. He had to. Jack would probably kill him before the Others did if his actions were responsible for Kate's pain...and since when was her name Katherine? He started to realise just how little he knew her. "You will be taken to her shortly."

Jack couldn't remember when he'd woken up, he was just vaugely aware that he was suddenly staring at the ceiling. Unlike Kate and Sawyer, he hadn't been tied down, he was just lying on the floor. As soon as he got to his feet, his leg thumping where the dart had hit him, the door opposite him was opened, and Tom, formerly known as Zeke, entered with Bea, Alex, and Henry. He didn't know why he still thought of him as Henry, because that wasn't his name.

"Where is she?" He asked as soon as they entered. All he wanted to know was where Kate was. Sawyer could hold his own, he had no doubt about that, but Kate had a habit for getting herself into trouble, especially with these guys.

"You know, Jack," Henry said with a playful smile on his lips, the door closing behind them. "When you had me in the hatch, locked away behind that door, there was something that really amazed me, and that was the way you and Kate interacted with each other." Jack looked at him angrily, but knew better than to act on it.

"Where is she?"

"I never really saw the two of you together, but I heard you, and I'm not stupid, Jack. The way you talked about her to the other survivors, like you were trying not to fall for her." Jack glared at him. "But you already had." If looks could kill, Jack would be the last man standing in that room. "We were there, that day, when she kissed you."

"What?" He asked, his mind flashing back to that moment when Kate had pressed her lips against his, his lips tingling madly at the memory. He shook his head. "I don't believe you." They couldn't have been there.

Henry just smirked. "She was sitting down when you got there, wasn't she? You asked her what the hell she was doing out there."

Jack shook his head. "No..." Had they really been there? Surely this was something they could have guessed, right?

"She asked you if the redneck was okay, and you said that he was fine. Then she got up, and apologized. You don't like it when she apologizes, do you, Jack?"

No, he didn't. He hated it when she apologized. I'm sorry. Those two words that killed him every time, broke his heart into a thousand peices... "Shut up." He said bitterly.

"And then it all became romantic." Henry said sarcastically. "You told her that everything would be okay, that she wasn't really going crazy. And what did she do, Jack? She kissed you. And you liked it."

He had liked. More than anything. He wasn't sorry for it like she was. He had enjoyed it, savoured every second that their lips were connected. "Shut up." He repeated, louder this time.

"But she ran away."

"Shut up."

"She looked at you like she'd made a mistake."

"Just SHUT UP!" Jack screamed, and all was silent for a while before Henry started speaking again. If Jack hadn't been so scared for what they might do to her in return, he would have killed Henry with his bare hands before it had gotten this far.

"And then she tried so hard to get back into your good books, didn't she? But you didn't let her come on that hike to follow Michael. So she followed you, and who should find her, all alone in the jungle? She walked right into our trap."

"If you hurt her, I'll-"

"You'll what, Jack? See, it wasn't me who held that gun to her throat. I wasn't me who would have pulled the trigger. You see, when you chose to save her, you set a whole series of events up."

"What the hell are you talking about?" Jack asked.

"You see, before then, you didn't seem to have a weakness. Once you set your mind on something, nothing could change it. But then there was her. You saved her life over keeping the guns...and why was that, Jack?" He didn't answer. He wasn't going to give them the satisfaction of telling him. "Her life is much more important to you than the guns, isn't it?" Henry realised. "In fact, if I didn't know any better, I'd say that she was the only thing holding you together."

Jack glared at them. "Don't talk about her like she's some worthless object."

"On the contrary, Jack, she's so much more than that." Henry nodded. "She's worth so much more to you...and to us."

Jack's head jerked for a moment as he frowned. "What the hell have you done to her? You son of a bitch, where is she?"

"She's just down the hall, Jack. She's still unconscious. The dart had a longer effect on her."

"You have to let me see her." He told them, they sneered as if that was the last thing he was going to be allowed to do. "Please, she might have had a reaction to the dart." They didn't look won over by the idea, so he voiced his real fears. "If she's had a reaction and is can't regain consciousness then she could go into shock and die."

She couldn't die. She just couldn't. He needed her. He needed to know that she was okay.

Henry seemed to contemplate this idea for a while. After all, Kate was no use to them dead. But did he risk putting Jack in a room with her. All three of them in a room together could be potentially dangerous. What if they tried to escape? It wouldn't work, of course, but it would disrupt all of their plans.

"Bring him to her." He said, and Tom came forward, grabbing Jack's arm even though he was perfectly capable of walking himself down the corridor.

A/N: I hope you liked it so far! Please review!