Your eyes whispered, "Have we met?"

Across the room your silhouette starts to make its way to me

The playful conversation starts, counter all your quick remarks

Like passing notes in secrecy

"Enchanted" - Taylor Swift

Kate looked around at the thinning crowd under the large tent. The benefit concert Desmond dragged her to had ended about fifteen minutes ago and she was waiting. She wasn't quite sure what for, but she waited nonetheless. She was feeling overwhelmed from remembering who she really was and where she must be now, and at the same time there was relief. Now she knew her friends were all okay. She had seen them all, most of them, and knew now that Desmond was trying to reunite their family.

There was one person, however, that she hadn't seen yet. What made her heart ache was that it was the one person she wanted to see the most, who she had been waiting to see ever since the second they'd said their last goodbyes. Throughout the concert she'd been sitting next to his son; their son. Theirs, but he didn't know it. Not yet. It had taken everything in her not to reach out and hold her boy as close as she could. David didn't know her here because he wasn't supposed to follow them where they were going later on, not for a long while. Kate hoped it would be quite some time before she saw her kids in this universe.

Kate looked up from the spot on the table she'd been staring at for the past five minutes and froze when she saw a familiar face across the lawn. The moment she had been praying for finally came. She had been missing him for sixty years.

It was Jack.

Slowly, as if she would startle him away if she moved too quickly, she stood and made her way over to him. He was dialing his phone and searching for someone, probably David. He looked just like she remembered; strong, responsible, handsome.

"It's over," she said.

He looked up at her, surprised. "Excuse me?"

Kate tried to hide the smile making its way onto her face at the sound of his voice. "The concert," she told him, "It's over. You looking for someone?"

"Yeah," he answered, "My son. I was supposed to bring him here tonight and then I couldn't come, and..."

She smiled warmly at him and felt her heart flutter when he laughed. She hadn't heard that laugh in far too long. She just wished he would hurry up and remember her already. One look at him told her he was close. His eyes got a glint in them; he recognized her, she knew he did, but he couldn't place it. He always was too damn stubborn for his own good.

"I'm sorry, where do I know you from?" he asked, shoving a hand into his pocket.

Kate knew she couldn't tell him the truth; this was something he needed to figure out on his own, even if it pained her that he was taking so long. So she went with what he thought would make sense. "I stole your pen."

"What?"

She grinned at the look of confusion on his face. "Oceanic 815 from Sydney? I bumped into you coming out of the bathroom and I stole your pen."

Jack shook his head slightly. "And that's how I know you?" he asked.

Kate looked into his eyes and willed him to come to his senses. She wanted her Jack back so badly it hurt. "No," she said quietly, "That's not how you know me."

Unable to bear the space between them any longer, she took the last few steps toward him and gently took his face in her hands. He tensed slightly and closed his eyes. He had seen something, a flash like she'd experienced with Claire.

"I've missed you so much," she could barely contain the emotion in her voice.

He had another flash, she could tell, but he shook his head slightly and backed away.

"Are you okay?" She never took her eyes off of him.

He looked so confused. "What his happening to me?" he asked, almost to himself, "Who are you? I don't..."

"I know you don't understand, Jack," she was close to tears now, "but it you come with me, you will."

He stared at her for a long moment. He knew her. He remembered her from somewhere, not from her pick-pocketing a pen, he knew it. Something was drawing him to her, like some sort of invisible tether. He felt something deep inside him pulling at his heart, telling him to go with her. It was insane to go with her, he didn't even know her, but something in his head was screaming at him to follow her wherever she went. Suddenly, this beautiful woman standing in front of him was all he could think about. Ignoring every thought about how crazy this was, he nodded at her and motioned for her to lead the way.

Kate smiled warmly and jerked her head toward the parking lot and turned, Jack close behind. The walk to the car and the subsequent ride was completely silent, but it wasn't uncomfortable. Kate was savoring every second with Jack by her side; she had been without him for so long that simply knowing he was there was enough. For now.

Jack couldn't stop staring at her the entire ride to wherever it was they were going. He didn't know why, but he was completely mesmerized by her and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't look away. He had been wracking his brain to figure out just why it was he recognized her. He felt like she probably knew him better than anyone else, and that she was more important to him than anyone had ever been in his life, but it scared him that he had no idea why.

He was pulled from his thoughts when he felt the car come to a stop and Kate turned off the ignition. Turning in her seat, she finally looked back at him and they locked eyes.

"Do you know where we are?" she asked him.

Tearing his eyes away from her, he glanced out the window and felt his breath hitch at the building in front of him. "This is where I was going to have my father's funeral," he answered, "He died in Australia."

"I'm sorry," Kate told him. Something in her eyes said that she already knew what had happened with Christian Shephard. All of it.

"Why did you bring me here?" he questioned, more confused now than before.

"Because," she said as if it made total sense, "This is where you were going to have your father's funeral."

He couldn't do anything but stare at her, wondering where this was all going. What the hell was going on? When he didn't say anything, she unbuckled her seatbelt and opened her door. "You can go in around back," she said.

Why was she leaving? He didn't want her to. "Wait! Where are you going?"

She motioned as if it was obvious. "Inside," she smiled, "I'll be waiting for you there, once you're ready."

"Ready for what?"

Kate really could not wait for him to come with her. He was so close to letting himself remember everything, she could feel it. All he needed to do was stop being so damn stubborn.

"To leave."

With that, she got out of the car, let the door shut behind her and walked into the large, beautiful church. She knew Jack just needed a little bit of time, and she was willing to wait. She'd spent sixty years dreaming about what it would be like when she got to see him, the real him, again; what was a few more minutes? Entering the sanctuary brought a huge smile to her face. Everyone was there. Everyone. Her family was finally all together again, and this time they didn't have to worry about anything. Finally, they could just be together without anything trying to keep them apart.

What seemed like hours later, but really Kate supposed it was only about ten minutes, Jack came in through a small door near the front of the room followed by his dad. She watched as the other survivors greeted him enthusiastically, and he hugged them back just as happy to see them. He had finally remembered. After everyone he greeted, he scanned the room and Kate knew he was looking for her. Words couldn't describe how happy she felt that he had missed her just as much as she had missed him all this time.

She walked closer to him and took his hand, clasping it tightly as if he would disappear if she let go. He turned to face her and gathered her in his arms, holding her as close to him as possible. Tears fell down both their faces as they reunited. "Kate," he sobbed into her hair.

Kate clung to him and buried her face in his chest. "Jack, I love you so much," she cried, "You don't even know how much I've missed you. I love you."

He stroked her long curly hair as they rocked slightly back and forth, "I love you, too, Kate. I'm so sorry. I'm here now, it's okay."

They broke apart, but only far enough so they could look at each other.

"How long?" Jack asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Kate closed her eyes. "Sixty years," she answered, "And there was never anyone else. No one could measure up to you, and I knew anyway...I couldn't give my heart to another man because it already belonged to you. It always did."

Jack felt a tear escape his eye but he didn't care. All he cared about was standing in front of him, and she had waited far too long for this, for him. His heart felt like it could explode as they each leaned in and he captured her lips with his. One kiss to express every pent up emotion, every word they had never said to each other, everything they wished they could take back, and every moment spent wanting something that had been out of reach until this moment. Together they were whole again.

Now they could move on and know that no matter where they were going, they would never be apart again.