Hello!

This is only the second fic i have ever uploaded although over the years i have written many fanfics .. This is the fist off the island i have ever written. At first i didn't like to write them because i thought it was unrealistic .. but after reading chapter after chapter of Jate off Island fics .. i have fallen in love with them .. all over again ..

In the past i have written a lot of Mavie fics, and think that jate off the island will be similar and i will be able to do a lot more with the characters compared to what i can do with the constraint of the island, which is often what i struggle with!

So please enjoy, this will most definately be an on going fic, please review and let me know of any ideas you have, bits you love, bits you hate (structured criticisms are always welcome!)

Pay attention to rating/warnings and read because you love jate as much as i do!

Emily

Plot: The island never happened, Jack and Kate meet up under different circumstances. Kate is not a criminal and never committed the crime she is accused of committing on the show, and Jack is no longer married to Sarah.

Disclaimer: I do not nor have i ever owned anything to do with the TV series LOST

WARNING NC 17 (serious sexual content and language warning) - not this chapter though

- A Beckoning Call -

Chapter 1

Jack Shepherd yawns and opens his eyes again allowing the yellow light to flood his senses. He pulls up his head from his hands and sighs' deeply knowing his day was far from over. He was a long way from being finished. Looking down into his brown sludgy dinner, he feels a dwelling sickness push it's way forwards in his throat. In hope of curing his own illness, he reaches for his water and sips eagerly from the tiny paper cup. Hoping it would give him enough energy for the rest of the day he gulps down the liquid his head tipping further back until the juice was gone leaving nothing but a dribble.

He catches her eye and she immediately looks down into her dinner, whilst probing it with her plastic fork. Her mouth munches on the excuse for food in this place and she swallows slowly, letting the slimy mixture slide down her throat. Jack smiles to himself, shakes his head and looks back down at his pager, which was buzzing, constantly.

"You shouldn't stare you know." She says from the next table. Slowly, Jack turns his face following the sound of her soft voice to meet the stare of her incessant eyes.

"I wasn't,"

"I saw you…" she raises her dark eyebrows and then closes her mouth around the white fork, scraping it clean. "I don't care," she shrugs looking from her dinner and back to him.

"How did you see me staring if you weren't looking yourself?" She studies his face as he speaks and afterwards, prolonging a silence between them as she calculates him from the outside. "You really shouldn't eat the food here," Jack said pushing back his chair. He stands up and grabs his pager stuffing it into his trouser pocket. The woman looks down into her creamy potato and prods it with her fork.

"I'm used to this stuff," she says smiling limply and stares into her dinner. Looking back up their eyes meet again, her face reflecting the light from the metal tables set up in the cafeteria.

"There's a great oven's bake place just round the corner-"

"Are you asking me out for dinner…" she plays, raising her beautiful dark eyes again at him.

"No," Jack smiles shaking his head slowly. "No. I just don't want you to waste away on this stuff. It's not good for you."

"And yet you're eating it Dr," she smiles, quick on the mark, matching his tone of authority. Jack shakes his head in despair, somehow pressed up against a wall in this meaningless banter.

"Wouldn't dare," he whispers with a grin and slopes off towards the exit.

"See you tomorrow Dr. Shepherd," he turns at the door, his eyes flashing over the young woman who was still staring at him as he left with glazed eyes. Jack's eyes turn to the kind lady behind the dinner counter as she waves her podgy hand at him as he returns to work. Jack laughs to himself and gives a short wave back, his cover had been blown by a fifty six year old, African born dinner lady with a soup spoon in her fist as she greeted him every afternoon. His eyes turned last to the soft shape of the woman's eyes that he was sure he had never had the pleasure of meeting before, and perhaps never would again. Strangely saddened by the thought, Jack turned away and walked, hands stuffed deep into his pockets away from the diner and back towards his office.

When you are a single twenty-seven year old woman life can be a scary and dangerous place. When you are a single twenty-seven year old woman whose mother is in the last stages of her life, your own scary life is put on hold.

The doctor leaves us, his rounds almost over, our night shift only just beginning. I yawn exhausted from the constant attention it took to be around her. I turn back to my mother as she sleeps quietly and move round the bed sliding my hands on the metal bars and finally sink into what has become my bed and practically my whole life for the past few weeks. I curl up into the chair, hoping that while she sleeps so can I. But before my eyes even begin to close I jerk awake when I hear her splutter in agony. Her voice croaks and I leap to my feet moving over to her bedside. I reach down past the bars to clutch her tube filled hand, and assure her I was there. But before I'm there the alarm on the monitor beside us blares a noise that goes right through me.

"Mum!" I call out, already sobbing, clutching her hand against my heart. "Please! Mum!" I scream. "Someone…someone please." I lean back towards the door of the private room where the doctor rushes in, bangs into me and sends my flying in the opposite direction. Still holding her hand more tightly than ever I crawl back to my mothers side and touch her forehead frightened and saddened by the shape of her staring brown eyes and the her pale white skin. "D-o something!" I choke, sobs filling my throat, I splutter for control and bring my fingers over my mouth, pushing my nails into my cheeks to feel her agony as she slips away from me.

"Mu-um…" I sob, leaning far over the bed praying for a miracle, even now. But in my heart, I know it's too late and I cry for her death and my incredible loss.

Okay, there it is, Chapter 1 complete.

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