Chapter 2: What's a Sawyer?

"So, was it everything you expected?" Jack asked, glancing over at Kate as they scrubbed out of the stand still surgery they had just been in.

Kate grinned and nodded "it was amazing. Thank you"

"Of course" he said, shutting off the water after making sure he was thoroughly clean. "Hope you learned something Dr. Austen" he stated before going on his way.

Kate smiled before realizing she probably had the same goofy look she always had on her face when she thought about him. Idiot she muttered to herself and tried to frown a little.

"Dr. Austen is going to go ahead and put in a central line. It makes it easier for us to administer medication without poking or prodding too much, and this way it's delivered directly." Jack explained to a patient of his

Kate's eyes widened she was doing a central line? She had never done a central line. Okay, don't look scared…patients get scared when the doctor looks scared right? Yeah she took a deep breath look confident

"Is she okay?" the patient asked Jack

Jack looked behind him at a Kate who was sheet pale and trying in vain to concentrate on looking confident. "She's fine. We'll be back in a few minutes with everything" he said with a smile

"Dr. Austen" he called out when she didn't follow behind him. Kate snapped out of her reverie and scurried behind him until they reached his office

"What's wrong?" he asked raising an eyebrow

"Nothing…I uh" she stuttered

"You've never done a central line" he provided for her

"Yeah" She nodded

"You have to learn some time" he said simply "And Walter lloba is the perfect way to learn. The man is a fucking saint" He muttered

"What do you mean?" she asked, a slight smile gracing her lips

"What I mean is that he's been a pin cushion for half the interns in this hospital, and he hasn't uttered a word of complaint" he stated "So don't worry. Just…focus, and do your best."

Kate nodded "Alright. I'll go get everything ready. Will you be there?" she asked

"Page me when you have everything together" he said

This will be good she told herself her first real procedure…Her patient was in his early fifties, and was recovering from abdominal surgery. His bodily functions hadn't returned, leaving him unable to eat. Jack had explained to him that he needed a central line that would go into his chest.

Kate ran to the supply rooms and got everything ready. She had watched Jack do central lines before. Watched how he set out all her instruments in a neat manner, he always put a rolled towel between their shoulder blades to arch their chest out. She watched time and time again as he pierced the patient's vena cava, which is the main blood vessel to his heart, with an eight inch long tube……and the patient never even flinched. He had mastered the tricky procedure, and now it was her turn.

Taking a deep breath she walked into the patient's room, greeted him with a small smile and began laying out her instruments. As she did, she thought about what Jack had told her.

"Avoid hitting the lungs by going in at a steep angle; stay right under the clavicle" He told her before she had left his office "Find the subclavian vein. Remember if the syringe fills with bright red, you know you've hit an artery. That's not good" he stated

Kate sighed when she found she had everything laid out and paged Jack before she lost her nerve. Kate untied the patient's gown behind his neck, and laid him down flat on the mattress, with his chest bare and his arms at his sides. She flipped on the fluorescent overhead light and raised his bed to her height. At that moment, Jack arrived. Kate quickly put on her gloves and mask. Taking a deep breath, and trying not to appear nervous as Jack stood on the other side of the patient watching her every move, she drew up five cc's of lidocaine in a syringe, soaked two sponge sticks in the brown antiseptic solution and opened the packaging on the instruments.

"What's the platelet count" Jack asked

Kate's stomach flipped. She hadn't checked…that was bad. She quickly went to check the computer, sighing in relief as it was acceptable.

"Did you get the roll between his shoulders?" He asked just ask Kate was about to begin swabbing his chest with the sponge sticks.

Kate panicked again, she had forgotten. The patient, to her surprise merely smiled "Bad day huh?" he said cheerily. A little creeped out, she watched as Jack silently got a towel and slipped it under his back.

Kate now took a deep breath as Jack told her to go ahead and begin. She had finished applying the antiseptic. "Where's the extra syringe for flushing the line when it's in?" Jack asked calmly as he inspected her tray

Damn Kate thought to herself. She now wanted to curl up into a ball and die. Jack quickly paged a nurse to bring it to him and again gave her the go ahead. Kate felt the patient's chest for the right place, prodding with her fingers; she thought she had found it. Here? She pleaded with her eyes for him to tell her. To her surprise he nodded silently.

She picked the first syringe off the tray and numbed the spot with lidocaine. "You'll feel a slight pinch and a burn now sir" Kate said shakily, cursing as he voice shook

She next took the tree-inch needle in hand and poked it through the skin. Slowly and uncertainly, she concentrated as she only advanced it a few millimeter's at a time, afraid to plunge into something. She concentrated on maintaining a steep angle of entry, but kept spearing his clavicle instead of slipping beneath it.

"Mmmm" the patient moaned in pain

"Sorry" Kate said

"It's alright" he answered making Jack almost roll his eyes. How was anyone that nice?

Jack signaled for her to go beneath the clavicle and she did. She drew back on the syringe, nothing. "Deeper" Jack said and that word alone almost made her freeze. No…I can't be thinking of that right now! I have a 3 inch needle in a patient's chest! She chided herself. Kate went in deeper and still nothing. She took the needle out and tried again.

"Ow" the patient admitted finally

Trying again, she still didn't succeed…utterly embarrassed and feeling inept, she looked at Jack for the next move.

"How about I see what's going on" he offered, shooting her an encouraging smile and a wink as he switched places with her. He put on a gown and a pair of gloves before taking the needle from the tray. Kate watched as he effortlessly plunged the needle in, drew back on the syringe, and, just like that, he was in.

"You'll get it Kate. It just takes practice" he said once they walked out of the room.

"Yeah…" She said utterly defeated.

"Hey" he said trying to get her attention "Come on"

He led her to his office and motioned for her to sit down on his couch as he did the same next to her. "You'll get it…and next time you can be less tentative. Which helps, trust me"

"Yeah" she said looking down, not really believing the word that came out of her mouth

"I wasn't always so amazing at it…putting in a central line is a tricky procedure…and despite how common, its nerve wracking. One wrong move and you could puncture a lung" He said as an example. "Just keep practicing."

Kate laughed breathily "I guess next time I'll probably get a normal patient? One that does mind if I puncture his lung" she joked

"It's not natural" Jack said with a small smile

"I know!" she exclaimed "I had a 3 inch long needle in him and he goes 'it's alright?'"

He shrugged "Some people are just nice…"

"Nice?" she asked incredulously "He was the epitome of a teletubby"

"Get back to work Dr. Austen…you're making your attending look bad" he said with a small smile as he stood up

"Thanks"

"Sawyer" Kate seethed as she swung the door open to her apartment later that night

"Well hey there Freckles" The southerner greeted with his animated smile

"What do you want" she stated none too kindly

"Now don't get your panties all in a bunch baby. I just want to hang out" he said, letting himself in

"Get out" Kate stated immediately stepping away from him as he inched closer to her

Giving her a crooked smile, he shut the door and snapped the lock shut "Now Freckles…what fun would that be?" he smirked

"Hello" She answered sleepily the next morning

"Dr. Austen." Jack stated seriously "Its 11"

Kate's eyes widened as she jumped out of bed, immediately regretting it as she did as her sore limbs protested. "I'm sorry. I must have overslept" she said quickly

"Oh yeah. Don't worry…just get here when you can" He said sarcastically and hung up

Kate sighed as she set down her phone and walked into the bathroom, looking at herself in the mirror. She winced as she saw a few small bruises on her face and a large one covering her left eye. Her arm was spotted in dry blood and her naked torso was covered in bruises. She quickly hopped into the shower, almost screaming at the burning sensation the hot water supplied. After she found a long sleeved shirt and made sure her makeup covered her bruises well enough before running to her car.

"I'm so sorry" Kate said sincerely, walking into Jacks office almost 45 minutes later

"I don't need sorry" Jack said with a sigh "Is something wrong?"

"No" Kate lied "I just overslept. It won't happen again"

Jack eyed her curiously. He knew something was wrong. It was 92 degrees outside, and she was wearing a long-sleeved shirt underneath her scrubs. She also usually wore her hair up, and never wore that much make up to the hospital. Hell…she looked like a Barbie that had her makeup done by an eccentric 7 year old.

"Okay" he relented, making a mental note to keep a closer eye on her "Look over this chart, you'll be explaining the procedure to the patient in 20 minutes"

"Uh yeah. Okay" Kate stuttered as she slowly walked towards the door

"What's wrong with your leg?" Jack raised an eyebrow

"Nothing. Just slipped at home…sprained ankle" She lied again "I'll see you in 20"

The day was hell for Kate. Her legs were sore, her arms felt like they were on fire from rubbing up against the fabric and she felt like her face was caked with makeup.

"Did you need me for anything else?" She asked tiredly

"Sit" Jack absentmindedly said as he finished up charting for the day

Kate sat down and patiently waited for him to finish what he was doing.

"What's going on Kate" He asked, looking straight at her

"nothing-"

"You have a bruise the size of Texas on your face. Your arms haven't stopped shaking since this morning, and you're limping" he listed off.

Kate gingerly lifted a hand up to touch her bruised eye "I ju-"

"I don't want another lie." He said "Look. If there's something medically wrong with you you should get it checked out. And if it's not medical, I'm here to talk."

"I'm fine" She stressed

"Did someone do this to you?" he asked hesitantly

Kate immediately stood up "No. and I'd appreciate it if you would just stay out of it" she hissed, her embarrassment getting the better of her

"Okay. You're free to go" he sighed

"Kate?" Jack asked alarmed as he was making his way out of the hospital later that night and saw a very disoriented Kate stumbling in the doors

Kate looked up at him, immediately closing her eyes when she saw who it was. Did he ever leave? She thought to herself. She just wanted someone she didn't know to look at her and check her out…Sawyer really did a number on her this time.

"Kate" Jack said again, holding out an arm to steady her as she almost fell to her knees "Talk to me. What happened" he said calmly as he walked her into the Emergency room

"Please. Just…I don't want to. Just help me" She pleaded, her lower lip trembling

"I need a bed!" Jack shouted "Okay. You need to tell me what the hell is going on Kate" He said seriously "I don't care who did this right now. I just need to know what happened"

"I should be fine. I just need some stitches and an IV" she argued weakly as she slowly walked to the bed they had given to her

"You're not fine" He said slightly annoyed "You're pale as a sheet, there's blood smeared all over you and and you can barely walk. So how about you spare me the excuses and just tell me"

"Kicked, punched." She muttered before passing out

Jack sighed "Clean her up" he told the nurses "And get me a suturing kit"

Jack finished her stitches and made her she was all cleaned up before scheduling a CT to make sure there was no internal damage. Her stomach was covered in black and blues, which worried him. "Keep a close eye on her. Don't let her leave and don't call the police just yet. Let's wait for her to wake up."

Jack didn't know how long he had been at the hospital. He didn't even know why he stayed..But something about her, something about what happened kept him there. He looked up from the book he was reading at around 4 in the morning when he heard a small noise coming from the wounded brunette.

Softly setting the book down him walked over to her bed and checked her vital signs, everything was normal.

"Jack?" She asked confused, so soft he could barely make it out

He looked down at her and raised his eyebrows "Glad to see you're awake." He stated without a smile

"What are you doing here?" she whispered as he throat cracked

"You don't remember stumbling into the hospital and passing out before we could even get you a decent bed?" he asked

Kate shook her head in the negative "No" She said

"Well you did" he said "and you should really keep some emergency contact…or at least update it. Is there anyone I should call?"

"No" Kate said pulling her bed into a sitting position "What time is it?"

"About 4 am" he said

"Aren't visiting hours over" she stated

"I'm guess they're not going to kick their best spinal surgeon out" he managed a small smile "You should be fine. I had to stitch you up in a couple places but other than that, no internal bleeding and just a few cuts and bruises"

"You stitched me up?" she challenged

"Yeah" he said "ER was pretty busy."

"Well thanks"

"You're not welcome. I don't ever want to see you in the ER again" he said seriously

"Yes dad" She mocked

"I'm serious. I practically had to carry you in the hospital. What happened Kate?"

Kate sighed. She owed him something right? I mean…he had stayed with her all night. "Sawyer happened"

"What's a Sawyer?" Jack asked confused

"An ex boyfriend from hell"

"Have you reported him?" Jack asked trying to remain calm

"It wouldn't help" Kate said softly "He has too many connections"

"I may sound like a broken record, but you can't just leave it how it is. You have to do something" he said

"I know. I don't know what to do. He wasn't supposed to find me" Kate groaned in pain

"Well he did. And honestly…I should call the police." He said

"Please don't" Kate pleaded "They won't help…he knows too many people."

"You can't go home if he's going to find you Kate" he sighed "Do you have any friends here? That he doesn't know?"

Kate shook her head "I'll be fine at home. Thanks for everything"

"You're coming with me" he sighed, not know what else to do. "Let me figure out your discharge and all that"

"No!" She exclaimed. How embarrassing was this? She was beat up by her ex boyfriend, and now Jack had to take care of her?

"Why not" he stated in question

Kate stuttered for a second before giving up. There was no real reason.

"Good" he said in response "Then I'll be right back. Don't go trying to run away or anything."

Kate rolled her eyes "Yes Dr. Shepard" she mocked

Jack frowned, muttering something under his breath while walking towards the reception desk.

"Okay let's go" he said coming back in a few minutes later

"That's it? Discharges take hours" She exclaimed

"Not when you work here" he countered

"Right." She said shortly "Can I at least have some clothes?"

"And how do you suppose we get those?" he asked "They're covered in dirt and blood"

"Can we stop by my place?" She asked

He shook his head "Absolutely not! You wont let me call the police, so you are definitely not going back to your house where psycho boyfriend could be running around with a knife!" he ranted

"I need clothes Jack" She said firmly, not liking to be treated like a child

"I have those"

"I need my clothes"

"Get over it" he grunted as he unhooked all her monitors.

"Your bedside manner needs work"

"So I'm told" he said dryly "Come on, I have to be at work at 8 tomorrow for a consult"

Now Kate felt guilty. The man was going to get like an hour of sleep because of her. "I'm sorry." She said sincerely

Jack's head snapped up at her tone and eyed her curiously "It's not your fault Kate" he said as if it were obvious. "Don't worry about it. I can function on a lot less"

Kate laughed "Life story" she agreed while swinging her legs over the bed. Kate saw the wheelchair Jack had placed in front of her; she lost her smile and glared in his direction "I can walk"

"Its protocol. You really want to fight me on this?" he asked seriously

"No" Kate sighed, too tired to care. She tried not to react to Jack when he was helping her out of bed, holding her arm gently yet firmly so she wouldn't fall.

"You alright?" he asked once she was safely in the wheelchair

Kate nodded "Yeah thanks"

"Don't even start." He interrupted when he saw she was about to protest. Kate shut her mouth and glared. How did he know her so well?

"So Katherine Anne Austen." He grinned when they were in the car "What's your story?"

"Don't call me Katherine" she groaned

"Alright Kat" he said with an innocent smile

"Don't call me anything but Kate" She bit out

"Don't call me Dr. Shepard" he retorted

"Deal" she agreed while he began wheeling her out towards the exit. "Wait here? I'll bring the car around…and don't go trying to run away or anything"

Kate rolled her eyes "My ankle is throbbing and I'm in a hospital gown. How far am I going to get before someone reports me and I find myself in the psych ward?"

"I wouldn't underestimate you" he muttered

"Nice place" Kate commented as they pulled up to a large mansion looking house.

Jack shrugged "It's too big"

Kate chuckled "wanna trade?" she was still living in an apartment which she could barely afford. The place was tiny, 1 bedroom, 1 bathroom and barely any other space at all. But being an intern didn't come cheap, and everyone had to start somewhere…right?

Jack grinned as he opened the door for her and helped her out. Her arm going around his shoulders for support as she tried not to put too much pressure on her sore ankle. "Here, sit tight. I'll be right back" he said, setting her down on the couch.

Kate nodded and looked around the elegantly decorated living room. The house was huge. I guess that's what you make when you're a world renowned surgeon…not to mention chief of surgery. She heard Jack close the door and lock it before coming back to her "you want anything? Some water…or anything to eat?"

"I'm starving" She blurted out, blushing afterwards. "I mean…if you have anything. If not that's fine"

Jack smirked "I'm no chef. In fact, I don't even eat here most of the time, so let me see what I have"

"No Jack…it's alright. You have to be up in less than 2 hours, why don't you get some sleep" she protested

"I cancelled my consult Kate." He chuckled "I don't think even I could function on 2 hours of sleep for 3 days"

"Why didn't you sleep last night?" She asked curiously

"I was on call, and got called in" he said "now; can I go get your food?"

"Yes go"

"So I have the ability to make a mean grilled cheese, or its Mac and cheese for you" he said walking back into the living room. "Kate?" he called out when he received no response and found her staring at her cell phone in her hands which was ringing like crazy.

"Give me the phone" he stated, holding his hand out to her

Kate looked up at him in confusion "What?"

"Give me the phone. You're not talking to him. I don't even know why you're thinking about it"

"He'll just keep calling" she argued

"Do you want me to answer?" he asked

"No!" She exclaimed. Sawyer would kill her!

"Then just give it to me. I won't answer it Kate" he sighed "You don't need to be talking to him right now"

Nodding, Kate gently placed the ringing phone into his hand; watching as he switched it off and put it on the counter next to them. "Now. Grilled cheese or Mac and cheese?"

Kate laughed at his change of topic, but was grateful for it "Lets see those grilling skills"

"Not bad…I don't even think I can make a grilled cheese taste that good" She said impressed

Chuckling from the other end of the couch, he shrugged modestly "It's the only thing I can make other than mac and cheese"

"Well as long as you aren't starving" she joked, the end coming out mangled in a yawn

"Come on, lets find you some clothes" he sighed tiredly and stood up. He stood in front of her and helped her to her feet, supporting the weight on one arm and guiding her to the room she would be sleeping in. "Relax for a bit. I'll be back with some clothes"

Kate nodded and laid back on the bed "Thanks"

"Here" he said setting down a pair of shorts and one of his t-shirts down on the bed along with a towel, and a toothbrush.

Kate looked down and raised an eyebrow "You don't have anything smaller?"

"Sorry, I'm still working on my figure" he said sarcastically "They should fit fine"

She grinned, shaking her head but agreeing with him as she struggled to sit up on her own.

"Need help?" he asked stifling a laugh at her stubbornness.

"No" She shook her head and managed to sit up on her own.

"Don't even think you can change on your own" he chuckled

"I can" She scoffed

"Kate…" he warned and grabbed the shorts before she could "You really want to be injured for longer than you have to?"

He helped her into the pajamas and led her to the bathroom so she could get ready for bed. A few minutes later, he heard a tap on the door, telling him she was ready to go back.

"Goodnight Kate. There's an intercom above your head and to the right if you need anything." He said after she was all covered and comfortable in the bed. "You in any pain?"

"No, I'm okay" She said honestly "Thank you Jack…"

"Its no problem." He said sincerely. "Now get some sleep. And don't worry about waking up tomorrow"

"Night"

Bacon. That's what she woke to the smell of. Bacon? She asked herself…she didn't have any bacon…

Suddenly the events of last night came rushing back to her. "Oh god" She groaned to herself. Her attending, her boss, had to save her from her murderous ex boyfriend? How was she ever going to live this down?

Slowly, she slipped out of bed and walked into the bathroom. Pushing her hair back from her head, she grimaced at the small cuts that covered it and sighed. Well Kate…you've done it again

She winced while the warm water hit her all too fresh wounds and tried to be as quick as possible. Seeing a pair of clothes on the chair in front of the bed she smiled, this man really did think of everything.

"Hey" she said managing a small smile as she walked out of her room, seeing his back turned to her as he cooked breakfast.

Jack smiled "Hi" he said "hungry?"

Kate nodded, pulling out a stool at the counter and sitting down. "Starving"

"Well…don't expect anything fancy but I think I can make a pretty decent omelet" he chuckled

"Sounds perfect" She said quietly

"Clothes fit okay?" he asked, dumping the contents in the pan onto a plate before bringing it to her

"Cheese?" she asked after taking a bite, making her lips quirk upwards into a smile

Jack nodded "Not a cheese fan?" he grimaced

"Oh the exact opposite" she grinned "I love cheese"

"Good" he sighed in relief while starting to make him one.

"You're not going into work today?" she asked incredulously

Jack shook his head "Lucky for you I didn't have much scheduled today" he stated "One of the perks of being the boss…"

"Jack…" Kate protested "This is weird"

"Your point" he asked

"I don't know…you should go to work"

"Why?" he asked

"Because we don't even know each other! Why are you skipping work for me?" She exclaimed

"Because I'm not a dick Kate" he chuckled "And where are you gonna go?"

"Home" she said obviously

Rolling his eyes he dumped the contents of the now cooked eggs onto another plate for himself before walking towards the counter she was sitting at. "I thought we agreed yesterday psycho abusive ex boyfriends were bad"

Kate glared "they are" She said shortly "But I have to go home sometime"

"Not until we figure out what the fuck is going on your not!" He exclaimed

"You can't tell me what to do Jack" she stated defiantly

Jack smirked "No. but I can call the police like I should have" he said

Kate frowned. He was right. "Jack…"

"No Kate" he said annoyed "Don't be ridiculous"

"Fine" She muttered "I'm not going out like this. I need my makeup and stuff"

"I'll send someone to get it" he said seriously "I don't want you going back there Kate…not yet"

Kate remained silent, her eyes still locked with his. "You promise?" he asked with a petulant smile

Kate rolled her eyes ad nodded "Fine"

"I'm just gonna go out and get some errands done" jack said "Feel free to do whatever you like…"

Kate nodded, not moving from her position on the couch "Bye" she said, sighing in relief when she heard the door slam shut. "Finally" She muttered

Slowly moving, she walked up to the window, moving the curtains just enough to make sure he had left, and once she saw his car slip out of the drive way and zoom down the street she walked over to the phone and dialed a number for a cab.

She knew she shouldn't be doing this. But Sawyer wouldn't be there now would he? And Jack…he would never have to know. All she wanted was her letter. The last letter from her dad. She needed it. And her plane. Toms plane. But was it really worth it?

Shaking the thoughts out of her head, she ran into the cab that arrived, making sure to lock all the doors and everything before she left…snatching the house key on her way out the door he kept on the counter.

"Well Well Well" She heard a very distinct voice say as soon as she entered her house.

Freezing in her steps, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath before looking up "Sawyer" she stated

"I was wondering when you were gonna come back for this" he smirked, holding up her toy plane.

Kate's eyes darkened. "Give it to me" She demanded

"Now now Freckles" he chuckled darkly "Where the hell have ya been?" he asked roughly grabbing her arm and pulling her closer to him

"Sawyer" She seethed, cursing as her voice shook because of the pain she felt when he grabbed her arm

"Aw no Freckles" He grinned sardonically, squeezing her arm harder "I didn't hurt ya too bad yesterday now did I?"

"Just give me the plane Sawyer" she said "And go home"

"Jack" She tried as he began cleaning her wounds up after sitting her down on the counter

Looking up, he fixed her with a hard look and clenched his jaw "Don't." he stated "Just…don't"

"I feel 3 again" she muttered

Jack looked up and scowled at her, his look basically telling her to shut up. "I'm not really in the mood for this Kate" he snapped angrily "So why don't you spare me whatever excuses you had"

Looking down at herself, he was right. She knew she was being stupid…. "I'm sorry" she said softly

"Yeah" he scoffed under his breath while he started to administer stitches

"How did you know?" she asked quietly after a few moments of silence

"I'm not an idiot Kate" he said annoyed "by the way, I'm gonna need you to stitch me up a little…that jackass got me" he said with no emotion in his voice

"Jack…" Kate whispered shaking her head. This was all her fault. "I'm so sorry" she said, tears in her eyes

"What were you thinking going out with scum like him!" he snapped

"It's complicated"

"Well his right hook got real friendly with my jaw" he said

"I don't know what to say…" she said quietly

"What was so important Kate? What was so important that you had to go back and risk your life to get it?"

"The last letter I ever got from my father…" she whispered, tears finally pouring over onto her cheeks "I'm so sorry Jack. I never meant for this to happen. I didn't want you to get hurt. You can drop me off at a hotel tonight. I'll figure something out, but you don't deserve this" She choked

Jack sighed. Yeah he was angry at her, but could he really drop her off at some local hotel and wash his hands of her? No. it didn't matter who she was….he would never do that to anyone. Finishing up her stitches, he gently pulled her off the counter and carried her to the couch. "Kate" he said "Look at me…hey, calm down and look at me" he coaxed. Shaking his head when she didn't comply he ducked his head into her view "I'm mad. Beyond livid. But that doesn't mean anything. I'll get over it. Eventually" he said honestly "and you…and I" he stressed "Are going to figure out what to do okay? Together"

Kate nodded, trying in vain to stop her tears "Here…I'll fix that" she said, motioning to his cheek that had a small gash on it from Sawyers ring

"Nervous?" he smirked

"About what?"

"You're stitching up your boss…better do a good job" he grinned making her roll her eyes

"I know it's hard to believe, but I'm pretty sure I've mastered sutchering at this point"

"Well it's a good thing I've bumped you up to be my right hand then huh?" he teased

Kate froze "Jack…I don't want you to do me any favors…" She said quietly

Jack rolled his eyes "Only you" he muttered under his breath "It's not a favor Kate. I only have one intern, and I've been following up on you…you do a good job. And honestly I made the change before all of this even happened"

"Stop talking" she scolded with a small smile at his words

A/N: Okay, so I know its been forever since ANY of my stories have been updated. Espescially my Lost stories :( sorry about that. But here's an update! Lol…anyways I hope you enjoy. Reviews-in any form…constructive criticism, compliments, ideas anything is welcome