TITLE: Boomerang
CHARACTERS: Kate, Sawyer, POSSIBLY Jack
RATED: PG-13 for the time being.
EPISODES: Set after the story "Drawn Together": The raft is successful.
STATUS: Chapter One of….Unknown
BETA READER: Nicki and Ben (Two of my friends that are hooked!)
DISCLAIMER: I don't own any characters from the show LOST. I certainly don't own Kate or Sawyer. (tear tear) But I do, however, own the rights to this story and my imagination that created it.
A Kind of Long Quickie:
So it begins! If you're a reader of Drawn Together, & you're sticking around for this, I SO love you right now :D
And if you're not, and just reading this one, GO READ DRAWN TOGETHER! This is the sequel:P
SO! Weird title, yes? But I think it fits nicely with how this'll progress. Later on, if you don't already, you should understand the reasoning behind the title of this story.
As for the song lyrics that follow this brief note, I had to start the chapter with them. I'm sitting here listening to the song and as I listen to the lyrics, I hear Sawyer and Kate. You might too as you read them, or you might not. I just found it very fitting, but that's me.
Read & Review pleeeeeeeease!
(((Warning))): You may not like how this begins. But please, do not flame and do not bash. It is only the beginning. Thanks. )
Chapter 1
There's another world inside of me So hold me when I'm here,
that you may never see,
there's secrets in this life I can't hide.
Well, somewhere in this darkness
there's a light that I can't find.
Well, maybe it's too far away,
Or maybe I'm just blind.
Love me when I'm wrong,
Hold me when I'm scared,
And love me when I'm gone.
- When I'm Gone by 3 Doors Down
It had been two weeks since the raft left, and no rescue had come yet. All the hope that the survivors were once clinging to, was now fading away. But for a week, nothing ever came. Everyone was eerily quiet, just waiting. No one wanted to play golf anymore, no one was going for a swim in the ocean to relax, no one was doing anything. Not even Locke was in a cheerful mood since the raft left. Everyone was waiting. Waiting for what they all knew would never come. By the time the second week was halfway through, the island was still unusually quiet, but everyone had given up on the idea of rescue. After those two weeks of silence, they all reluctantly returned to their normal life on the island, trying to survive.
For a few days, after Sawyer's departure, Kate hid in places in the jungle, wanting to be alone, with her space. She needed time to cool off from everything; from her horrible fight with Jack; from the sickness that was recently overtaking her; from the heartbreaking leave of Sawyer. She often climbed up trees, sitting on branches, letting her legs swing freely. It was then that her mind was most clear. She was able to let her feelings for Sawyer spill out each time she was up there. Sometimes she'd cry, sometimes she'd laugh. But most of the time, she was just quiet.
When she finally was through with that phase, she was around Jack more and more. She took pains to find him sometimes. She wanted the company. Since Sawyer had revealed to everyone on the island who she really was, no one was as friendly with her anymore. (Not even Charlie!) Jack was the only one who still acknowledged her existence, even after their big fight, which turned out to be a "forgive and forget" kind of situation. Within those two weeks of silence, Jack and Kate grew close. They were no longer just friends. Kate knew she didn't love him, but she needed someone at the moment. Someone to hold her, and take care of her. Someone to ease her pain. And Jack happened to be right there. She knew he was no Sawyer, but he was almost as good.
They took long walks on the beach and through the jungle. When no one was awake, they sat in front of the fire together, talking into the late hours of the night. Most of the time, they weren't talking, but kissing. Although, Kate wouldn't allow herself to get too intimate with Jack. She never let it go further than kissing, but it didn't seem to be a problem for Jack. The only time they weren't together was in the morning when Kate would run off somewhere unknown, and return a few hours later. Jack never thought to question it, and Kate never brought it up with him or anyone else, for that matter. Other than that, the two were inseparable.
It had taken two and a half weeks for those on the raft to finally get spotted. It was a good thing too, because after that long, they were all on their wits' end with each other. A large luxury ship was what spotted them. It happened to be a cruise from Vancouver to Fiji, then heading back to Los Angeles. When they were picked up, they were given free access to the buffet, and a free room. Unfortunately, they all had to share the room. But soon enough, the cruise was heading to Los Angeles. They were dropped off, and sent their separate ways, after long interrogations about those still on the island, their time on the island, guesses at where the island was, etc.
The first thing Sawyer did when he got back to his house in Tennessee was lie down on his old ratty couch. It had gathered a lot of dust since he left, but he didn't care. Compared to all the hell he'd been through on the island, to feel the comfort of his couch, in his home, off the island was all he needed. He drifted into a deep sleep. Hours later, he bolted awake from the sound of loud ringing. It was the phone. He looked out the nearest window and saw it was pitch black outside. What time was it? Reluctantly, he got up and went to his kitchen to get the phone. Who could be calling him? Who even knew he was home? As he walked, he wondered how it was still working when he hadn't been able to pay the bill for at least two months. He checked the caller id – which he was also surprised to see still working – and it read "Private".
"Forget that," he groaned and let it ring.
He grabbed a beer from his fridge, neglecting the fact that it was months old. He sat in the dark kitchen at his table, holding the beer in an almost clenched hand. He kicked off his boots and sat back in the chair, letting it lean on only its two back legs, and closed his eyes. At that moment, Kate's face triggered into mind. Opening his eyes, he swung himself forward, letting the chair slam down beneath him. Damn. Even when she wasn't around she was. Angry, he got up, kicking the chair to the floor, and leaned his lower back against his counter. After standing there for a good ten minutes, he slammed down his beer and went back to his couch. He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it across the floor. As he lay back to fall asleep again, the last thing he saw in his mind, was Kate's face. Again.
Back on the island, a new day dawned. It was fairly early and Kate crept around the burning embers of the fire, trying to sneak away from Jack. He awoke almost instantly, hearing the leaves crunching as she walked. She turned and saw him awake and her eyes widened. Confused, he got up. She was caught at long last.
"Where are you going?" he said softly.
"I was just going to go for a little walk," she murmured.
"I'll come with you."
"No, that's okay. You go back to sleep."
"It's all right. I'm awake now."
"I'd rather go alone," she told him. "If you don't mind…?"
He stared at her confused for a moment, then shrugged. "No."
Seeing the usual concerned look on his face, she went over to him and placed her hands gently on his face.
"I'll be back in a little while. I promise."
He nodded and she brushed her lips over his in a soft kiss. Then, she walked slowly away, leaving him standing there. As he stood, uncertain of what to do next, he realized he really wanted to know why she was going for a walk so early in the morning, and why she wanted to be alone. As a part of him told him it was a horrible idea, he decided to follow her.
For the first few minutes, she was just wandering through the jungle. She was, indeed, taking a walk. But then she turned, and walked to the waterfall that was becoming infamous for trapping people inside the cave behind it. Jack noticed that she stood there staring at it for quite a while. He couldn't decide whether she was just staring at it blankly, or thinking about Sawyer. As she leaned against a tree, she grabbed her stomach, apparently in pain. She stumbled to her knees in front of the water and started to throw up into it.
Jack's eyes widened and he froze. He couldn't just stand there and let her be sick. He came out from the leaves and went to her.
"Kate!"
"Jack?" she looked up at him, looking absolutely miserable. "What are you doing here!"
"Are you all right?"
Her response was vomiting into the water some more. Acting on impulse, Jack kneeled down, and held her hair back from her face, placing a gentle hand on her back. When she was finally through, he looked at her, his face pale with worry.
"Relax Jack," she coughed. "I'm fine."
"Are you kidding me? After all that you're fine?"
She splashed her face with fresh water from another part of the pool and stood up, drying her hands on her jeans. She started walking again, toward camp, Jack keeping up with her easily.
"No one is fine after throwing up like that."
"It was probably just some bad fish or too many fruits or something," she said, clearly not wanting to go any further with the conversation.
"The only time fish will do that to you is when it's uncooked."
"Well then maybe Locke didn't cook it well enough," she replied simply.
He shook his head. "And fruits won't do that to you. If anything, stocking up on fruits gives you that kind of reaction…elsewhere in the body."
She laughed. "Jack," she stopped and looked at him. "I'm fine."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm walking, aren't I?"
"All right."
"It's happened so much, I've gotten used to it."
Jack stopped in his tracks. What did she just say?