A/N: This one's for kmil who gave me the great idea and picture too! I don't own LOST or Mavie. I really don't own anything but some LOST dvds and a white rock black rock game…
Evi turned over in the bed at the sound of her phone. She grabbed the little device from the nightstand and looked at the name. Fox.
"Who is it?"
She rubbed her hand through her hair, "A friend. Go back to sleep."
Norman rolled over as she pulled herself out of the bed and into the hallway.
"Hello?" she whispered as she made her way to the back porch.
"Did I wake you?" the voice said on the other line.
"No," she said quietly as she slid open the glass door and sat on one of the wicker chairs, "What's going on? Is something wrong?"
There was silence on the other line.
"Matt?"
"I just needed someone to talk to," he said finally.
"Where are you?" she asked, concerned.
"Down by the ocean. Trying to clear my head and everything."
"Are you okay?" she weaved her fingers between her tangle of curly waves, letting her elbow rest against her knee.
"Yeah, I think so."
"Is there something you wanted to talk about?" she asked.
"Can you believe it's almost over?"
She could hear the sadness in his voice.
"No," she said truthfully, "I can't."
"It doesn't feel like six years, does it?"
"No," she scoffed, "It sure doesn't."
She looked out over the water and wondered if he was looking at the same thing. Through all six years, Matthew had become one of her closest friends. They had been through so much.
"We'll still keep in touch, right?"
She thought about all the preparations everyone had been making to pack up and leave. Production would wrap next week. She was already anticipating the boxes of tissue she'd need that day.
"Of course," she said quietly.
"You know, you never question anything I say. No matter how crazy it is," he laughed.
"I know."
They sat in silence for a while; Evi wondering what she should say.
"What is this really about? What's bothering you?"
"I don't know. I've just got a lot going on right now. Have you heard all the shit in the news?"
She closed her eyes. Of course she had heard. The whole crew had heard.
"Yeah," she said finally, "I've heard. Are you okay?"
"We will be."
"Marg loves you. You know that. And you love her so much," she said, her eyes still closed.
"She doesn't believe me," he said with a scoff, "There's nothing I can do to convince her otherwise. But she said she doesn't blame me either. She's acting like it's her fault."
"Don't beat yourself up over this. We all get bad press. Trust me," she said, referring to all the bad press she got when she broke up with Dom.
"It's not just the bad press," he said quietly.
"I know."
It's how it makes you feel inside, she wanted to add.
"What advice would you give me if you were Kate?" he asked.
She laughed, "Well, Jack, I would say that you can do this. You've done worse that this before. Using surgery on Linus to set us free and when you almost committed suicide but you got through that. You could count to five and it will all be gone. One…two…three…four…"
"Five," he finished with a laugh.
She thought she heard Norman coming down the hall.
"Listen, I've got to go. Are you sure you'll be okay?"
"Yeah,"
"Okay. Love you, Matt."
"You too, Evi. Are you," he paused, "Are you going to ask if it's all true?"
"I don't need to," she said as she watched the ebb and flow of the waves.
"I'll see you tomorrow," he said finally.
"Good night, Jack."
"Good night, Kate."
