Jack & Kate fan fiction
Written by
Elusive One
All made up. Characters, original plot is by the writers of "Lost."
Chapter One: The Gemini
Kate sat down on the sand. Just a couple of feet away from the water. She looked over her shoulder and saw various groups of people --the chosen survivors from the plane crash that took place a couple of weeks earlier. She looked forward and watched the ocean view. Bright stars surrounded the dark skies as the moonlight bounced over the ocean water.
She stood up and spread the blanket on the sand and sat back down. Her knees bent, as her arms embraced them. She lied back down. As she looked up at the sky, she took a roll of thread from her pocket and began to fiddle with it. She closed her eyes and smiled as she remembered where the rest of that black thread went. On Jack's wound. She remembered the day she met him. The day she couldn't not care for him.
"Hey," Claire smiled.
Kate sat up and quickly began to un-wind the thread off her finger and quickly placed it back in her pocket.
"Hey, what's up?" Kate asked.
Claire slowly sat beside her. "Charlie left. I didn't have anyone else really interested to tell that the baby kicked," Claire smiled slightly.
"It's safer, you know. Especially for the baby, if you go there," Kate looked at Claire.
"I know. I just like the beach too much to leave it," Claire touched her tummy.
"But you'll have Charlie." Kate took a sip of water.
"Then why don't you go? You'll have Jack," Claire asked. She watched Kate when she mentioned his name. Claire smiled as she saw the glow on Kate's face. "I know you didn't want me to do your chart, but may I share a little bit of details?" Claire nudged.
Kate cringed. "Fine," she said.
"You'll find playfulness when one is a Leo --born between July and August, but if you're looking for true love, you'll find that in someone who is Sagittarius. Meaning, they were born on between November and December. There's also Taurus --April, May… for you, if you're willing to put more into it," Claire spoke.
"You're a weird one," Kate smiled and stood up. She held out her hand and helped Claire up. "You should get some rest." Kate walked Claire to where she rested.
"See you tomorrow," Claire smiled and closed her eyes.
Kate walked back and picked up the blanket. She looked at the ocean one more time and turned away. She sat down on the chair that was once located in the plane. She slowly began to slide down the chair and rested her head on the seat. She wrapped herself up in the blanket and closed her eyes.
The sun lit up the beach, while everything on it was darkness. Jack began to clench his fist. Anger began to drown in him, at the same time his heart began to beat faster. Everything Sawyer had to say after was no longer audible. She kissed him. He kissed her. Jack's memory of Sawyer's confession kept repeating in his own thoughts. After taking care of Sawyer's wound, he headed back to the caves.
"Jack!" Kate yelled after him.
He continued to walk.
Kate grabbed Jack by his bad shoulder. "I'm sorry," Kate confessed.
"It's fine. It doesn't hurt that much. The sling you made was actually helpful," Jack smiled.
"You know what I mean, Jack. I'm sorry… about the kiss."
Jack turned away slightly and clenched his teeth and rolled his eyes. "What for?" He turned to Kate.
Kate touched his shoulder. "I just feel that you and I…" Kate began.
Jack backed away. "You don't have any explanation, Kate. There is no you and I. I have to go. I'll see you later."
Kate watched Jack walk away from her.
Just a couple of steps away, Jack turned back to Kate.
"Kate!" Jack said.
"Yeah?" Kate smiled.
"Curiosity's currently getting me," Jack said.
Kate began to walk towards him.
"Did you kiss him back?" Jack asked.
She stopped as her smile began to fade.
The look on her face made Jack's eyes burn. He forced a smile and walked away.
The dark skies was filled with bright stars. It was a full moon bouncing over the ocean water. Kate sat down on the sand, her legs crossed, Indian style. She grabbed her blanket and wrapped it around herself. She took the roll of thread from her pocket as she lied back down. She began to fiddle with the thread as it wrapped around her finger. She viewed the sky one last time for that night and closed her eyes.