Author's Note: So I'm not sure how many people are into stories that are primarily letter based...but that's what this is. Eventually, down the road, we'll have actual action and such (Maybe)...But the core focus is going to be the letters.

The story takes place after the Losties were rescued. Kate did go to a jail, but was released a year later, due in part to Jack's help. Kate stays for approximately two months (that will be important later), trying to gather life again, pick up the pieces now that they're back in civilization. Anyway, unexpectedly, Kate leaves one day leaving Jack nothing but a note to say goodbye-really nothing to explain why she left so abruptly. Now, a year later, Jack recieves a letter from Kate and is faced with the possibility of reconnecting again. As I said, the story is told over a series of letters between the two, plus possible notes from others. There WILL be some action/dialogue, though it will stay minor.

Disclaimer: I don't own Lost, Jack, Kate or anything else regarding this. The idea is merely something I came up with, and therefore decided to pursue. The Characters, however, are from the brilliant mind of J.J. Abrams and company.

Reviews are welcome!

Jack bit his lip, deep in concentration. As many times as he read over her words, he just couldn't wrap his mind around it again. If she loved him, why didn't she stay? Why didn't she fight? Jack shook his head, downing another sip of beer. He glanced over at the man who sat on the stool next to him, shrugging.

"Do you know where she is?"He asked, his accent coming out clearly.

Sighing, Jack shook his head. He turned the envelope over, his handing gracing the stamp. "No. It doesn't have a return address. A P.O. Box...but not a return address."

"They could not be one in the same?"He questioned, the music in the bar slowly filtering over.

Jack shrugged, staring down at Kate's scrawled letter. There were points where she hesitated, almost as if she struggled with moving foward. "She's Kate. If she wanted to be found, she would have used a real address, not some stupid Post Office Box."He muttered, words coming out hoarse.

Patting Jack's shoulder, he nodded, sliding off of the stool. "I must go. But I hope that you figure out whatever it is that you want to do."

"I'll try."Jack lied, knowing it was to no use. It had been a year since he'd seen any sign of Kate, he'd doubt it'd start now. Hands trembling, he stared at the letter once more, trying desperately to make sense of it.

Jack,

Long time no talk, huh? It's Kate. Please don't put this down as soon as you read that. I know, okay? I know that it's been a year. That I left, not even bothering to say goodbye to your face. And believe me Jack, I wake up regretting that every single day. I'm sorry. Looking back on it, I guess I kind of wish I'd stayed. But we all take chances, and we all make mistakes. As much as it hurts to say, maybe my leaving wasn't a mistake.

The truth is, I don't know what would have happened had I stayed. Would everything have worked out the way it was supposed to? It was true, that you were kind enough to let me stay with you those few months after I got out. Believe me Jack, I'm thankful for that. You've done more for me than anyone else ever has, and I will forever be greatful.

To be honest, I wasn't even sure where to send this. I was afraid that it would have been some mistake. Was it a mistake? Because I can practically picture the look on your face as you're reading this-deep, concentrated. That's you, Jack. The truth is...I don't really know why I left. But I know that I had to.

Where I'm at now...It's great. I have friends, a job where they aren't suspicious...kind of a family. Jack, I know how badly you wanted to help me set things straight. I just-I needed to settle some things on my own. Maybe it sounds a little crazy, but I really need you to understand that. Truthfully, you were the only real friend I had. Well, other than maybe Sun or Claire. Have you seen any of them, by the way? I, um...I actually ran into someone the other day when I was doing business. It was strange, a little awkward at first. Still, it was good to see a familiar face.

I think a lot, you know. About what would have happened had I stayed. How much things could have been different, how my life would have changed. When I was let out, I had so many people there ready to help me. There was you, Hurley-Sayid even. All of you ready to just..help. And that's what I love about all of you. When we were on the island, that was my family. That was what mattered to me. Sadly that time is over now, but what I have now...it's worth so much more.

I'll never regret what happened between us, Jack. That may be hard to understand, but it's true. I love you, Jack. So much that it hurts some times. But things change, people move on. I'm not saying that I'll ever move on, because truthfully I can't. Still, I know that I did the right thing. I couldn't cause you any pain...any more than I already had. Because the last thing that you ever deserved to feel was pain, or embarassment. You would have gotten those because of me, Jack. You got your job back, or at least a job at St. Sebastian's after you left. What did I have? A criminal record, not a chance to start over.

When I left, I got that chance, Jack. I don't know if I'll ever actually see you again, but I want you to know how much what you did meant for me. You gave me a chance, Jack. And for that...I will forever be greatful. I've gotta go now...duties call. Until later...maybe?

Love,

Kate

She sighed, leaning against the window, staring out at the ocean. As she heard the crying, Kate closed her eyes, a sigh slowly escaping her. "It's going to be okay."She whispered, wishing she could believe it herself.

The moon cast a shadow across the water, a fact that Kate found both intriguing and beautiful. Feeling the form tucked safely against her shoulder, she somehow knew that she'd done the right thing. Nodding, again she whispered. "It will all be okay."