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This chapter has a little more jate interaction. I couldn't resist putting in so much of the marshall last chapter, because his relationship with Kate always interested me. But, no more of him. Just some good old Jack and Kate for a while. ;)

The sky glows

I see it shining when my eyes close

I hear your warnings but we both know

I'm gonna look at it again

- Dashboard Confessional, Don't Wait

Jack's eyelids fluttered as he struggled to stay conscious. He wasn't sure how long he had been out, but he could tell that the plane had stopped moving. He figured he must have fallen asleep, though he couldn't remember when.

But when his eye's finally remained open,he didn't see theback of an airplane chair. He was instead met with the sight of trees, and a vast blue sky. He started to sit up, but groaned in pain. Reaching for his aching shoulder, he could feel that it had been dislocated.

He struggled to his feet, wincing as he stood up. Now he could see the full picture, everything that was happening around him. He was suprised that it wasn't much.

He was standing in a clearing, surrounded by toweringtrees. Glancing quickly around, he realized he was alone. The dullness he had felt upon first waking up was evaporating, and the fear was starting to kick in.

He thought he heard something in the distance, so he headed in that general direction. As he got closer, he was sure of it. A quiet cry of pain was coming from his left, and he picked up his pace to get closer.

As he entered a clearing, he stopped dead in his tracks. The sight that greeted him was as amazing as it was horrifying. The entire front of the plane, the cockpit and first class, was sitting before his eyes. What was even stranger was that the rest of it was missing.

He finally remembered what he was doing here. The turbulence, the shaking, the pilot's announcement, it all came back to him. His thoughts were interuppted by the cry of pain, and he came back to reality.

Following the noise, he was led to the side of the plane. Finally, he found the source. The brunnette who had been seated next to him was curled up in a ball, grasping her leg.

"Hey," he said quietly, so as not to startle her. He wasn't successful, and she jumped, but settled back down at seeing him.

"Hi," she replied softly. His eyes travled to her leg, and he noticed that the material of her pants was soaked with blood.

"Are you okay?" he asked, concern taking over. She bit her lip, nodding. He moved closer to her. "Do you mind if I take a look. I'm a doctor, remember?"

"Yeah," she replied. "I guess it must have been scratched by something when we crashed."

Using his uninjured arm, he started to examine her wound. It was indeed a scratch, deeper and longer than he would have liked.

"It's not great," he told her, "But you should be okay." He accidentally moved at an odd angle, irritating his shoulder. He grimaced in pain, his hand flying instinctively to the wound.

"What's wrong with your shoulder?" she asked, one of her hands moving towards it. It was then that Jack noticed the handcuffs were gone. They must have somehow come off in the crash.

"I think it's dislocated," he admitted. "Do you mind..," he trailed off, unsure of how to ask her.

"What?" she asked, "You mean, pop it back in?" Her eyes widened, but she nodded. "Uh, yeah, just tell me how."

Jack instructed her on the procedure, letting out a yell when she pulled on the arm, securing the shoulder back in place.

"Sorry," she said, hearing his cry of pain. "Did I do it wrong?"

"No, it was perfect," he assured her. "It just hurts at first." Seeing that her leg was still bleeding profusely, he went to take another look. "I'm going to need to wrap this in something to stop the bleeding."

"Okay," she agreed. She cast a look around them. "But what?"

"I guess some kind of clothing will have to do for now," Jack told her. "There's probably something we can use on the plane."

They both turned to look at the broken front of the plane. It hadn't escaped either of their minds that they were the only ones out there, and neither was thrilled to find what was waiting for them inside.

"There's probably a bunch of suitcases. We might find something evenbetter if we're lucky," he went on, dreading the thought of going inside.

"Yeah," she agreed with him. "Let's go."

The piece of the plane was standing at an angle, making it difficult for them to keep their footing. As they climbed higher, they finally discovered the fate of the other passengers. Cold, unmoving bodies were scattered across the seats, not one of them breathing. Jack felt a chill go down his spine.

His shoulder ached from the climb, and he could tell that the woman's leg wasn't making this easy for her. Wanting to end this as soon as possible, he opened the first overhead compartment he came across. "Grab a suitcase," he told her, grasping one of his own.

Both with suitcases in hand, they made their way down, letting out a sigh of relief when they exited the plane. Dropping the suitcases on the ground, they dug through them eagerly.

While they picked out useful items, it struck Jack that he still didn't know the woman's name. He vaguely remembered the marshall calling her something, but after all that had happened he couldn't recall what it was. Letting out a laugh, he turned to her.

"What's so funny?" she asked, the corner of her mouth twitching.

"I don't even know you're name," he admitted.

She smiled, letting out a small laugh as well. "It's Kate." That was it, he could remember now. Kate.

"What about you?" she asked.

"Jack," he told her.

"Well, Jack, it looks like we're going to be seeing alot of each other." She gestured towards the plane. "Do you think there are any other survivors?"

Jack sighed. "There was alot more to that plane than what's over here. I guess it all depends on where and how they landed."

"We should probably look, you know, see if there's anyone else. Then we can wait for rescue." She pulled a long scarf out of her suitcase. "Who packs a scarf when they go to Sydney or L.A.?"

He laughed. "I don't know, but it's going to help us. That'll stop the bleeding."

Kate straightened out her leg, while Jack took the scarf. Taking one last look at her wound, he shook his head. "It doesn't look infected, but I'm going to have to keep an eye on it." He went about wrapping it, apoligizing when she winced in pain. Making sure it was tight, he pulled away.

"Thanks," she said softly.

Looking around, Jack noticed that darkness was starting to fall. "We should wait until morning to go look for the others. I don't like the idea of walking around the jungle at night."

She nodded. "Somehow, I don't think I'm going to get a great night's sleep," she laughed.

"I have to agree with you there," Jack grinned. "I'll go look in the plane, see if there's anything we can use."

"I'll come," she told him.

"No, your leg needs to heal. You've already done too much on it today."

"Jack, please, I'm fine. Let me help." He could already tell she wasn't the type to give up.

"Okay," he gave in, "but let's make this quick."

They did, hurrying to find the supplies they needed. By the time they were through, they had found a bundle of airplane blankets and pillows, as well as a few bottles of water. There was a cart of food, but since both of them were more exhausted than hungry, they decided to save that for the next day.

As Jack layed down, an alarming thought occured to him. The woman lying just over five feet away from him was a criminal. However kind and funny she may seem, he didn't know what she was capable of. He couldn't believe that fact had managed to escape his mind all day.

Coming up: Do they really leave first thing in the morning? And if so, in what direction? Will they head towards the survivors, the tailies, the Others, or a totally different direction? If there's a specific group you want them to find first, let me know. I haven't exactly decided who they'll come across first, so I'm open to suggestions.

And let me know how I handled the first meeting. Did I also mention this is my first AU fic:)