A/N- - --Well I have absolutely no idea where this story came from….my muse was just itching to write it and my fingers started hitting the keys, lol. Ok, I live in Australia and I have no idea what's going on so far in Season 3 because I don't see it till early next year. This is just a story I'm making up set after the Finale. I'm not really sure where I'm going with this story yet, I'll wait and see what people think of the first chapter! Enjoy, and please read and review!
Isolated
Tom sat on a old creaky rocking chair, in front of a TV screen. Next to him on a desk, was an open notebook. He was watching Kate Austen in her 'room' and she was crying in a restless sleep.
"JACK?" she screamed again, but her voice was hoarser this time. Hoarse because this wasn't the first time Tom had listened to her yelling out the doctor's name. In fact, if he had to listen to her scream his name one more time…..Tom yawned. He had been watching her for hours and all she had done was sob, moan and scream 'Jack' at the top of her lungs. Still, it was all relevant and could be vitally important later on.
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Kate woke up, lying on a cold white floor in a white room. She had never seen a room this white. The floor was white, the walls were white, and the ceiling was white. There was nothing in the room, other than a small light bulb on the ceiling and a white door.
Kate sat up, and swallowed. Her throat felt red raw and itchy, and when she coughed she found her voice was strangely hoarse. All she remembered was being brought into the room by one of the 'Others' and being injected with something, probably something to make her sleep. Next to her, was a brown bag -the one that had been over her head.
Her head throbbed and she slowly layed back down. The only thing she could picture in her head was the last look she shared with Jack, where she tried so hard to be brave for him. She needed for him to be here with her, to tell her it was ok. She needed to see him….his eyes always told her more than he could ever say to her. Tears ran down her cheeks again.
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What Kate didn't know was that Jack wasn't that far away, and he heard her all through the night. Even if he had of wanted to sleep, he wouldn't have been able to. So he sat for hours on the stone floor, sometimes silent tears rolling down his cheek as he listened to Kate cry, and scream out his name. All he wanted was to be with her, to hold her and tell her that it was going to be ok. It scared him to hear her this upset, when she was normally so brave.
Jack's room was small. Very small, just long enough for him to lay down, and only about 6 metres wide. The walls were brown, and there was no room for anything other than himself. There was a square opening high up on the ceiling, only about 30 cm in length but it was covered with bars and barely let any light in at all. Jack hated this small, dark room. There was nowhere for him to escape his pain.
Jack didn't just think of Kate, he thought of Sawyer and Hurley. He thought of everyone back at the beach, and hoped to hell no-one needed a doctor. An overwhelming feeling of guilt consumed Jack. He had brought them out here, it was his fault that the Others had them now. He should have known the Others were too smart even for Sayid's plan. He should have trusted his instincts, and told Kate, Sawyer and Hurley what was going on. He should have given them the option not to go. It had chewed him up inside not to tell them- and now look where they were. And that was just it. Where were they? Jack had a bag over his head coming here. He could hear Kate, but he had no idea where Sawyer was.
No-one else could even imagine what he, Jack was feeling right now. They might think they could, but they couldn't. He's a human and humans make mistakes. But when he makes mistakes, everybody pays.
TBC