-Short one shot, felt like blubbing my thoughts out a while ago.
"I can't leave without you!" Kate managed through the cold of thought, and of the literal cold of rain.
"Yes you are, go." Jack replied, willing her, hoping she would take it, take the chance to be free. To for once not be stubborn, and just go, leave him.
"Jack, I can't!" She couldn't leave him. She never could. How many times had he told her to stay behind or leave him and carry on? And every time she had followed or stopped and came back for him, but this time he didn't want her to. If she came back, god knows what could happen...
"Go now!" Jack shouted down the walkie talkie, placing all his attention on this moment, despite the looks that were following his moves feverishly from Tom and Juliet, which he was currently ignoring at his best. It was not time to lose sight of his plan he was willing to die for.
"I can't!!" She screamed back at him. She sounded desperate, and in the need. The situation to her was one of the worst. How could it have gotten to this? Being marooned on an island after surviving a plane crash should have been enough, but no, it seemed not, her bad luck was not running out yet.
"Kate dammit run!!" He finally sounded through the piece of plastic, the fragile pieces of matter combined together, keep the distance between himself and Kate. Everything had a limit.
This was his choice. He would do it for her. Yes, he wanted them both safe, but his heart was the one that wanted Kate, above all, to be safe and as far away as possible from the Others, away back to camp where they would be home, or home as now seemed to be representing.
He walked over to the wall, and rested his back against it, sliding down into a seating position, staring at the walkie talkie still with eyes wide, but lifeless, as he thought back, not to memories of the real world but to memories he had gained since landing here, of all places, and all times, he wanted to remember the times he had shared, if it really was his impending death upon the doorstep. It was a mixture of emotions, sadness, hatred, love, fear, and even a small sense of happiness.
The thing that made him most sad was, that she would never know, how much he actually loved her. How much he cared. Yes, she knew he cared to some extent, but to the intensity she was blind at times, or at least unwilling to realise, ever careful of being hurt.
Just as he felt right at that moment. He was hurting still from what he had seen in the tv monitor, but that thing that made the wound sting more, was the fact that she didn't know. The fact that Sawyer had won. The fact that, he would never, now, have the chance to show her any different. He knew that Sawyer cared, even if he wouldn't like to admit it to anyone, other than probably Kate himself, but he knew for sure that the care that Sawyer would give was a different kind to what he was willing. He was willing to do anything for her, even if it meant, giving her up to another man, if it made her happy. Above all, that's all he really wanted. And right now giving her up to this other man, was going to save her life.
But now, none of that mattered. Nothing mattered anymore. He was as good as dead. His last sacrifice. His last hand in the game. And he hoped for hell, that she would be happy after all that. That his move had not been in vain. But the one last thing he held on to...the one thing he wouldn't let go of, was hope. There is always hope, he believed. Even if it seemed that everything for him was gone, his hope was in Kate.
Kate had ran. She was gone. But was this really the end?
He looked up from the walkie talkie coming out of thought. This was his chance. One last chance to make a mark on the world. He got up, ready to fight. It was not the end.
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