Note: Lost is my new favorite show, and I am a big JK fan. This is my first fic concerning these characters. It's going to be in third person, but each chapter is a certain character's perspective. (Bear with me, you'll see what I mean). Anyway, hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters.


Waves

Jack

One month. Try as he might, Jack could not process the fact that he had been on this godforsaken island for an entire month. He could barely remember a time when the sound of the ocean crashing on a sandy beach was actually a pleasant experience. Now, as he stared out into the water, he just felt alone and lost.

He sighed as he watched the waves come in. Always moving, he thought. Always pushing to get up the beach. Sometimes they make it, but they can never stay at the top. They always fall back down. At this moment, his life seemed like those waves – everything he tried came crashing back down on him.

His ponderings were interrupted by a familiar voice. "Jack, what are you doing over here? Everyone is waiting for you. Haven't you seen enough of the ocean, already?"

He turned to see Kate standing there with her hands on her hips. Despite her playful tone, he saw in her eyes that she was concerned about him. "Sorry, lost track of the time, I guess. I'm coming."

"Are you sure that you're okay?"

"As okay as I can be in our situation." She smiled and he began to follow her back to the camp for dinner. Of all his fellow survivors, Jack felt the most connection to Kate. Odd, as he had taken up the role of resident do-gooder and she was an ex-convict. His father definitely would not have approved. Neither would Carol. In his time on the island, however, their opinions were starting to matter less and less.

As they approached the campsite, Jack began to hear the voices of the other castaways.


Sawyer and Boone were apparently at it again.

"Where is he? I'm hungry."

"The food's right there, moron."

"Shut up, Sawyer. I'm waiting for him to ration the food."

"Ration? You really think that the good doctor is the only one who can count? I'm insulted, Boone." "You should be."

Sawyer raised a threatening fist until Hurley came over. "Guys, stop it. We all know our rations, calm down. If you do, we can eat now."

"I'm sure you'd love that, Fatso."

"Sawyer!"


Suddenly, Jack changed courses and headed for his tent. Kate followed, confused. "Jack, where are you going?"

He held the tarp open for her, then walked inside.

"I'm sorry. Sometimes... I don't know, I just can't. All that noise, petty fighting, and rivalries. Nonstop. I feel like I need to get away sometimes. It makes no sense, these are my friends now, but..."

"You don't have to give me an explanation. I understand, Jack."

"Sometimes it seems that you are the only one who does understand me."

Before he realized what was happening, his lips were on hers. He felt a rush as her arms linked around his neck and his fingers swept through her hair. Breathing hard, he moved his hands down her back and deepened the kiss. He had never felt like this before; love and joy and desire coursed through his veins. His hands brushed the bare skin under her shirt...

But something was holding him back, a ghost from his past had pulled him back to reality. Abruptly, he pulled away, leaving both of them struggling to catch their breaths. "I... I... I need to go." He whirled around and nearly ran out of the tent.

"Jack, wait!" Her voice was lost in the wind as he walked briskly through the brief stretch of trees to his favorite secluded spot on the beach. Despite the breeze, Jack found himself almost gasping for air. What was I thinking? How could I have let myself get so close to someone? It always ends badly for everyone. He shuddered, remembering his father's harsh words, the only girl he ever cared for, that horrible mistake...

As much as he knew he couldn't dwell on the past, it would have been foolish to forget it completely. He knew the consequences of letting someone in, especially one he cared for so deeply. And yet...

In just the brief time he had known her she had become so special to him. And now, after that kiss, how could he just forget her, forget his feelings?

The waves receded back to the ocean depths as he lay down in the sand and gazed up at the stars. He was half asleep when he heard soft footsteps on the sand behind him. He felt Kate lay down next to him and he forced his eyes open to look into hers.

"Kate, I..."

She reached out and put a finger to his lips. "Shh. We'll talk about it in the morning."

Nodding, he closed his eyes again. Right before e drifted off, he instinctively reached over and put his arm around the woman lying next to him in the sand as the waves began their slow ascent up the starlit beach.


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