Author's Note: Okay, so this is my first Jack/Kate fanfiction, it's actually my first LOST fic, so I hope you enjoy it. I started it last night and haven't really been able to stop. So, please let me know what you think. Oh, and there is also a little bit of medical jargon...nothing you haven't heard before, but I don't know pulses and BPs, so I went with my best guess, lol...so if you're a doctor or are in med. school or something, I don't know what I'm talking about, lol...
Summary: What if Jack was the fugitive and Kate was the doctor? An accident brings them together and will they fall for each other?
Chapter 1
Jack was on the run again. He didn't want to be. He never wanted to even start running, but he had no choice. He couldn't go to jail, it just didn't suit him. Jack had problems staying in one place for any long period of time, but Jack decided to come home to LA. He wanted to see his mother. Granted he couldn't understand her. She was the one who had killed his father and had framed it on Jack. She turned him in, causing him to run. He knew that if he tried to prove his innocence, he wouldn't win. His mother had that power over people, and Jack didn't stand a chance in court.
He sat in front of the Shephard estate, watching in disgust. He hated his mother for ruining his life, and no matter how hard he would try, he could never forgive her. She only ever thought of herself. She was the most selfish person he had ever met, and he couldn't understand why.
Jack sat in his rental car for a few more minutes before deciding to drive away. He didn't know where he would go, probably just back to his hotel, but he knew he just needed to leave that place.
Jack didn't bother to look behind him as he pulled out onto the road. He made his way to the hotel and stopped at a busy intersection. Jack's light turned green and as he entered the intersection, he hadn't noticed a speeding car heading straight toward him.
Dr. Kate Austen sat at the reception desk in St. Sebastian's ER. She was working a double shift while covering for one of her colleagues. Kate took a bite of an apple as she studied one of her charts. A five year old girl had come in with massive internal injuries. Kate had lost her on the table. Normally Kate never took any patient deaths hard, but when she lost children, the case always played over and over in the back of her mind. She reviewed her actions once again in her mind. Did she do everything possible? Had she missed anything?
Kate set the chart down with a sigh and looked through the ER. It had been a rather slow day, and she wondered if her shift could be any slower.
Suddenly, paramedics burst through the ER doors, wheeling a man covered in blood on a gurney.
"Give me the bullet," Kate said quickly as she dropped her apple and pulled a pair of gloves out of her pocket.
"John Doe, late 30s, head-on collision. Pulse 90, BP 160/30."
"Okay gently on 3. 1...2...3," Kate said as they lifted the man from the gurney onto the examining table.
Kate worked quickly on the man, trying to assess his injuries. "Sir, can you hear me?"
The man opened his eyes and stared up at her. "Sir, can you tell me your name?" She received no reply, but she just continued working on him. "I'm Dr. Austen, don't worry, you're going to be fine." With that, the man lost consciousness.
Kate worked quickly and efficiently. She couldn't lost another patient with the same injuries.
She had to perform emergency surgery, and the surgery went well. She thought it might be touch and go throughout the night, but he would pull through with no problem. He was the only excitement for her during the long shift so she went to check on him in recovery. He was very handsome, but Kate immediately scolded herself. She promised herself she would never fall for any of her patients or anyone she worked with. It was part of her own ethical beliefs, but there was just something about this man that she was attracted to, something mysterious.
She saw the man open his eyes, and she immediately sat up. "Sir, can you tell me your name?"
"What happened?" he asked, still very groggy.
"I'm Dr. Austen. You were in an automobile accident. You had some pretty extensive injuries, and I had to perform surgey, but I'm pretty sure I pulled you through," she joked and she saw him chuckle. "But I do need to know your name, sir."
"Jack," he answered before giving it even a second thought. Then it crossed his mind that she might know who he was.
"Jack what?" she asked, looking at his chart.
He didn't want to lie to her. He didn't want to lie to anyone anymore. So, he decided he wouldn't.
"Shephard."
"Jack Shephard? You mean - no," Kate said as she began backing away from him slowly.
"No, please, don't be afraid. You don't understand."
"Oh, I'm sorry, are you not the Jack Shephard that killed his father in cold blood?" Kate winced at her tone. She never acted like this with any patient, no matter what the circumstances, but fear was taking her over.
"No, I'm the Jack Shephard who had his life taken away when his mother murdered his father, framing him." Jack saw Kate's face soften. She could tell he was being honest with her. She could see it in his eyes.
"You're telling the truth aren't you?"
"Yes," Jack sighed.
"I'm very sorry," Kate said. "The police want to talk to you. I have to tell them who you are," Kate said, standing behind her ethics.
"Please don't. Please."
"I'm sorry." He saw Kate leave the room and talk with an officer. He grew more nervous as she looked at him through the window.
She walked in with the officer, and Jack was ready to keep his mouth shut.
"Mr. Lewis, the police would like to speak with you," Kate said and winked at Jack.
"Sure."
Kate couldn't believe she had not only broken all of the rules and could probably lose her license, not to mention she had lied to a police officer. She never would have done this, but there was something about Jack Shephard that she sympathized with. There was just something about him.