Hello! Just a quick jate oneshot I thought up ages ago and didn't think to start writing it until now. Hope you like it!
Disclaimer: I do not own LOST, nor the characters used. They belong to abc, JJ.Abrams and Damon Linderlof
P.S reviews are GREATLY appreciated ;)
Kate hastily checked her review mirror, struggling to keep her eyes on the road. There it was. The same brown Holden Commodore that had been following her for three hours like a shadow, constantly behind her and no matter how she tried, how many sharp turns and short cuts she took, she couldn't escape it.
And then the realization dawned on her.
No…
For what felt like the hundredth time that hour, Kate took one last fearful glance at the review mirror, her grip subconsciously tightening on the wheel. The brown car seemed to be getting closer. She cursed loudly, squinting at the mirror in an attempt to make out the identity of her stalker, but to no avail.
She turned her eyes back upon the dusty black road and felt a lump rise in her throat as panic overtook her. Without thinking much for the consequences, Kate slammed down on the accelerator, and felt the familiar lurch of the car as the wheels screeched in protest against the black pavement. Almost instantly, she found herself sinking into her seat as the car picked up speed. She stole another paranoid glance at the review mirror and sure enough, the brown car was right behind her, its wheels screeching in unison with hers as it gained on her.
She wouldn't let them catch her. Not again. She had escaped from them on countless occasions, this time was no different.
Kate pressed her foot down harder on the accelerator, earning a loud groan from the car, but it instantly picked up speed none the less.
Panicked thoughts rushed through her head, but none were making any real sense to her. All form of rationality had abandoned her, overtaken by an impulsive instinct to run.
She stole another glance at the review mirror, and felt her heart skip a beat.
The car was gone.
Fear gripped at her throat once again as she subconsciously relieved the pressure ever so slightly on the acceleration.
Where'd it go?? She wondered, confusion now tearing at her mind.
It couldn't have just disappeared…
She tore her gaze away from the mirror and cast it back upon the dusty road, when something shiny and brown caught her eye.
Dread gripped painfully in the pit of her stomach as her eyes darted to the all too familiar large brown form and her fears were confirmed.
Kate could just make out the silhouette of a broad man behind the wheel before he jerked forcefully at his steering wheel and thrust his car into hers.
From there on, everything happened so fast. All Kate could recall was the sickening crunch of metal on metal and angry high pitched screeching ringing loudly from underneath as she felt herself being jerked in all direction, her seatbelt constricting tightly from around her front, the only thing keeping her from completely being thrown through her now shattered windscreen.
And then it all stopped.
All her senses seemed to rush back to her all at once and she slowly opened her eyes.
Her side door was completely bent inwards, all the windows of the car shattered to many sharp, tiny pieces scattered over the floor and down her front.
Breathing heavily now, she quickly checked herself over for any injuries.
A couple of nasty bleeding cuts ran across her arms and she could feel a nasty bruise begin to form around her temple, but apart form that, she seemed to have escaped the crash with minor injuries, considering.
Adrenaline seemed to suddenly kick in, and she frantically grabbed at what would have been the door handle, anxiety gripping at her, the need to get away becoming even more overwhelming by the second.
Gritting her teeth in effort, Kate let out an exasperated groan and with as much strength as she could master, yanked forcefully at the door handle.
A small click was heard and without a moment to spare, Kate thrust her legs into the door, causing it to burst open and collide with her stalkers door, just as he was about to open it.
Kate rushed out of the car, ignoring the sharp stinging sensation as the glass tore through her already bloodied palms, and she did the only thing she knew how to do.
She ran.
Kate couldn't bring herself to look back, in fear that it would only slow her down. Horror gripped at her as she heard his heavy footsteps behind her, and she knew it was only a matter of time before he would catch up to her.
Every breath she took seemed to catch painfully in her throat as she ran, her shoes becoming seemingly heavier, as if filled with lead. Just when she thought her legs would fail her, a strong arm wrapped tightly around her middle, and she found herself tumbling down a steep slope.
Her head spun painfully as they tumbled further down the slope, constantly changing positions. Him on top, then her, and neither could fight against the gravity as they were pulled farther away from the road, scenery flashing past her vision. Trees, sky, brush, trees, sky, brush…
His grip around her never faltered as they finally hit level ground.
Kate groaned loudly in pain as her attacker landed heavily against her, pinning her firmly to the ground.
She struggled from underneath him, mastering as much strength as she could, and thrust her arms up into him in an attempt to heave him off of her, but soon his hands found her arms and pinned them to her sides, shattering any remaining hope she might have had of escape.
"Kate, stop! It's ok, I'm not going to hurt you."
Kate didn't know exactly what it was about him. Maybe the familiarity of his voice, or the familiar sweet smell of his shirt, but whatever it was it hit home and she stopped all form of struggle and looked up into the face of her attacker for the first time.
And as she did, a small smile broke onto her lips as she recognized the close cropped, dark brown hair. The slightly unkept stubble. And those soft hazel eyes.
Jacks hazel eyes.
Her smile only earned to widen as Jack grinned back down at her, and an overwhelming feeling of relief rushed through her as she relaxed beneath him.
"Hey." He greeted stupidly, the grin still plastered on his face.
"Hey." She replied, mimicking the same sheepish grin.
A moment passed where the two just stared at each other, letting the situation sink in fully.
Kate watched in amusement as Jacks expression changed as realization finally dawned on him, and he quickly loosened his grip from around her wrists and rolled off of her, muttering an apology under his breath as he did.
Kate couldn't help the smirk from breaking out onto her lips. She suppressed a chuckle and allowed him to gently pull her off the ground, and she felt it somewhere deep inside of her, that everything was going to be alright.
A/N: Fin so was it too corny? Sentences didn't flow, not descriptive enough? Reviews pretty please!