With reading all these stories on here interpreting the current events of the show, I felt inspired to do my very own take with a little twist.
Let's just call this a wild yet personally fulfilling interpretation.
Hope you guys like it.
DISCLAMIER: I do not own lost, it's characters or the wacky twists they so generously dole out to keep us on the edge of our seats.
Note: Does contain current and possibly upcoming season 6 events.
It was time.
As scared as she was initially, the prospect of it now was life changing in more ways than one.
"That's if I tell him", she reminded herself, scared yet equally optimistic in believing this could ultimately be the destiny he was meant to fulfil. Not the one he'd just agreed to from a man she couldn't believe she was seeing in the unchanged flesh, Jacob. However that wasn't her main concern at the moment.
Unlike Hurley and Sawyer, she wasn't so much surprised as she was disheartened by Jack's choice. One that didn't involve her and as a result it made what she was ready to tell him fairly insignificant. Or so she assumed.
Never the less all she had now was hope.
They'd been gone now for what felt like an hour, but she sighed in relief upon then seeing Jack surfacing from the jungle. Jacob no longer in tow and Jack's demeanour changed considerably.
"Where's Jacob dude?"
"He's gone." Was Jack's cryptic reply, though suggesting the obvious at the same time which forced Kate to accept the fact that it was done. There was no going back now.
He chose the Island.
Later that night, after Jack went over what he'd planned the following morning and reluctantly going through with it from Sawyer's perspective, they retired early for the night.
Barely an hour in and she jolted from her restless slumber. The restlessness then becoming worry when she noticed Jack was missing.
Lighting up a torch, she then descended into the thick jungle. Calling out his name occasionally on the way, but what forced her to abandon that technique was suddenly seeing an unmistakable glow spreading through the trees just a few feet from where she stood.
Without thinking she sprinted towards it. Ignoring the restricting effects of her shoulder injury on the way and what she then stumbled on replaced her pain with shock.
"Jack?" she called out to him after reeling past the weird scenery behind him.
"Stay back." Jack warned right away, physically gesturing to convey the severity but Kate trusted him enough to follow through with it anyway.
Moving them well away from the glowing rock, though not as far to not see it anymore, he stopped. Gesturing for her to sit on an ideally placed tree trunk and then making them a bonfire.
Momentarily marvelling at his effortless expertise over the task, she decided to make light of it, "turning into quite the pro I see."
Smiling at her comment he replied, "yeah, well I've had a lot of practice."
Smiling knowingly, she allowed her mind to drift back to the memories, specifically to that night.
"I'm sorry I kissed you."
"I'm not."
She mentally rehearsed that night over and over. Wondering just what would have happened if she'd been honest, not just with him but with her feelings. Not having to rely on the fear of him getting hurt and fear of rejection too.
However at the same time she didn't regret things turning out the way they did. If she didn't then she wouldn't have had her insecurities proven wrong.
He wouldn't have confessed his love and later proposed to show her just how much. The happiness they did experience, though brief, allowed her to look forward in life for once.
She knew she couldn't do that without him, especially now.
"Kate?" he inquired, snapping her out of her reverie.
"You okay?" he pressed further, observing the status of her shoulder injury with the utmost care and Kate couldn't help but smile.
"I'm okay Doctor" she teased. "Thanks to you." She added, achieving his attention and wordless agreement to stop fussing over her. Even though she secretly enjoyed it.
"So what is that?" she asked in a bid to break the slightly uncomfortable silence which followed.
Following her current line of focus, he sighed but went on to explain what Jacob told him it was.
"The heart of the Island?"
"Yeah"
"And you believe all of this?" she questioned in absurdity, astonished at his reply.
"I do." he firmly answered, still failing to convince her in believing that this was the same man she'd met 5 years ago. The man she befriended and later fell in love with but was too scared to admit so.
"What about us?" she blurted it out without thought towards it's implication.
"I stand by what I said Kate. I will get you'll off the Island."
"And what about you?" she asked, aware of his choice but knowing deep down that it wasn't what he truly wanted. That there was a specific reason he was doing this.
"You know where my decision lies with that one." He stated, plain and simple but Kate was far from convinced.
Unfortunately for her Jack was when he retrieved his torch and then stood up saying, "It's getting late and we need to make an early start tomorrow so…."
"I'm not leaving Jack." She cut him off, forcing him to immediately assume "with him" yet he thought to question it at the last minute.
"What?"
"I'm not leaving until you tell me why you're really doing this." She demanded.
Sighing due to fatigue, not just in general but with the situation as well, he opted to be as honest as his shielded heart would allow.
"I'm doing this so you all can be safe and free from this place." He calmly reasoned though obtained the complete opposite from Kate when she stood and approached him.
"And what makes you think you're any better off staying here?" She angrily challenged. The tears threatening at her eyes but she refused to give into them or his stubbornness for that matter.
He had nothing to say in return because there were in fact no guarantees aside from his belief and hope, even with gaining his newly appointed role. Regardless it was a sacrifice he was willing to make if it meant she'd be safe and away from here.
Besides he'd already failed at his chance with her and wasn't willing to put her through any unnecessary heartache again. He knew it was just a matter of time before he let his insecurity get the better of him again.
Seizing the opportunity with his moment of silence, Kate stepped closer into him.
Daring to test the waters, she lifted her right hand to stroke the side of his unshaven face. The coarseness of the texture still managing to send the all familiar chills through her and upon further observation she could see that he was experiencing it too.
"Come with us Jack…" she urged, moving as close as her height could offer so he could clearly hear the next part, "come home with me and our baby."
Wanting to be adventurous, I've decided to let the final installment of this piece go two ways and it's up to you guys to pick which one you want played out -:
A) The confrontation with Flocke and a surprising outcome for the remaining survivors.
OR
B) The unexpected replacement for Jack….