Death is not the end
Disclaimer: I don't own LOST
A/N: Well I started writing this while I was really bored and decided to actually make it into a story. I am sure this has probably been done before somehow but hopefully you'll enjoy it.
The day was heavy with emotion. It seemed so unfair that it was a bright and sunny day as everyone gathered for Kate's funeral. Everyone stood there silently. No one wanted to talk because if someone would talk, then it would finally be admitting that Kate was dead. Sniffling could be heard all around as people stood around the graves. The newest cross was set up next to Ana's. But there was no body under Kate's cross.
Jack stood next to a couple of survivors he hadn't really gotten to know too well. He felt like he was in a never-ending nightmare. He had just stood in this exact place four weeks ago. This time though, It was way more personal.
Sawyer stood there in the same place he had stood for Ana's funeral except for a few feet back because where he had stood was now where Kate's cross was. Sawyer couldn't believe that he and Jack hadn't been able to bring her body back. Who knows what the Others may do to it?
Jack felt someone tap him on the shoulder. He turned around to see a crying Claire in Charlie's arms. It had been Charlie who had tapped him on the shoulder, beckoning him to say something.
Jack turned around again and swallowed hard as his eyes filled with tears. He had to stay strong. If not for the other survivors, then for her. He took a strangled breath and opened his mouth, but nothing came out.
Sawyer looked up at Jack. He and Jack had a bigger bond now more than ever since they had been with each other the past couple of weeks. Sawyer saw how hard it was at this moment for Jack so he reluctantly opened his mouth to say something but Jack beat him to it.
"Kate." Jack managed, but it came out sounding muffled and distant.
Sawyer realized that Jack needed this so he kept his mouth shut. It wasn't like he wanted to talk anyways.
(Flashback)
Sawyer and Kate were being held in a separate room from Jack and Kate wasn't handling it too well.
"What could they be doing to him?" Kate fought back the tears as she sat next to Sawyer against the concrete wall. It had been a week since they had been captured, and a week since they had last seen Jack.
"I know just as much as the last time you asked me that." Sawyer said.
"I know but it kills me not to know anything. I mean, he could be dead." Saying that finally made Kate break down and Sawyer put his arm around her like he had so many times this week. He rubbed her back as she leaned against him.
"You gotta stay positive Freckles. I'm sure the Doc is fine."
"You don't know that." Kate managed.
"Well you always have me you know."
"Sawyer I told you-"
"I know I know. Being away from the guy has made you realize your true feelings for him," Sawyer said and Kate heard the hurt in his voice.
Kate wiped her eyes. "It's true. Would you rather me lie to you?"
"Well actually I just might rather like that."
Kate glared at Sawyer.
Sawyer ignored it. "Kate you need to eat."
Kate looked down at the plate of stale bread that she had been given a few hours ago. "I'm not hungry."
"You haven't eaten for a day. If Jacko was here he would make you eat and you probably would."
"That's right! I would because I would know that he was okay!"
Sawyer sighed and looked at the floor.
Suddenly the door opened and Kate and Sawyer squinted in the brightness of it.
A person was being thrown into the room by one of the Others. Kate and Sawyer hadn't really had any interaction with anyone except when they gave them food.
"Hey what's going on here?" Sawyer demanded.
"Where's Jack!" Kate yelled. The man just laughed and shut the door again.
Kate looked down at the person lying at her feet. The man was bloody and his shirt was torn, but she could recognize that tattoo anywhere. "Jack!"
She turned him face up and he was unconscious. "Oh my god!" She gasped.
"Sawyer help me revive him!"
Sawyer got up and checked his pulse. "It's steady. Don't worry." Truth was, Sawyer was relieved that Jack was ok. If Jack really had died, he knew that Kate would have been a mess and Sawyer didn't know if he could have dealt with that.
"Oh what did they do to you?" Kate asked softly through her tears of relief. She was holding on to one of his hands with her dear life. She didn't want him out of her sight ever again.
Sawyer sighed and resumed his place against the wall.
Kate stroked his face with one of her hands. His face was bloody and bruised and she realized that most of his body must be that way. All she could do now was hope that he would be ok.
(End Flashback)
Sawyer closed his eyes at the memory and tried to push away all the others that began flooding to his brain. The one that stuck out was when he and Kate had played I Never. It seemed to be the first time where Kate really did care for him. He knew he had been a jerk with the whole inhaler incident and she still hadn't seemed to completely forgive her until that point.
Sawyer struggled to stay in the present as Jack just kept repeating her name over and over.
A/N: please let me know what you think!
