Title: Repercussions Summary: Takes place after the kiss. What if Jack had confronted Kate straight after?

Warnings: Rated R for future language and smut

Status of Fic: WIP

Author's Notes: Thank you for the reviews! I know you said to have longer chapters but I had to have this one short…I'm sorry. But I promise the next few updates will make up for these incredibly short ones :D and as you can see it contains some smut so skip this chappy if you don't like it (I dunno why you WOULDN'T like Jate smut but anyways)

Disclaimer --
I do not own the characters in this story, nor do I own any rights to the television show "Lost". They were created by JJ Abrams and Damon Lindelof and they belong to them, Touchstone, and ABC.

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puts on Lost man's voice PREVIOSLY ON REPERCUSSIONS

"There is no us!" Jack turned on his heels and strode into the jungle.

Kate ran after him desperately, "Maybe there should be."

Jack stood frozen, his back still turned on her, "What?"

"I said maybe there should be. You're the only thing that kept me from going nuts today."

Jack answered without turning back around, "No." Making his voice as neutral as he could manage, "Look, I just don't want to ruin what we've started," Jack said.

"What have we started?"

"I don't know! But for the first time in a lot of years, there's someone for me to talk to and…well, its okay."

"Alright," Kate intervened, "But I could be with you and still talk to you."

Jack's mouth went dry. Quietly, he asked, "What if things go wrong?"

Kate walked up to him. Bracing her hands against his shoulders she kissed him on the mouth, "What could go bad?" she whispered, her lips brushing his.

Jack couldn't suppress a groan, and Kate smiled, that odd, exiting smile that was purely her own. An instant later, her tongue probed his, swirling erotic messages that arrowed directly into the part of his brain he had been trying to ignore. He felt the softness of her chest against his and the length of her legs pressed against his own, and he found himself responding.

He ran one hand into her hair, holding Kate inescapably to the delicious kiss. With the other, he found the hollow of her back, the smooth curve of her hip, the round shape of her bottom. She smiled against his mouth and breathed some words of encouragement as he explored her body. She arched like a cat against his caressing hand. In time, Jack felt her tug his shirt from his jeans, and then Kate's fingers slid up his belly, tracing a tingling path through the hair in his chest, all the while, her togue played hide-and-seek with his own, and he could feel the heat of her body beckoning him closer, deeper.

"What could go bad?" she murmured again.

A lot. Jack felt his brain shut down – he almost heard the click as a deluge of memories sudden;y swam up from his subconcious. Sarah. Kate. Sawyer.

He let go of her and pulled away from her.

"You don't understand," he muttered. And he turned around and ran into the jungle.

Kate stood motionless in shock, still breathing heavily from their kisses. "Jack?"

Please Review! And tell me: Did the smut seem gratuitous to you? I got the feeling it was for me… but I included it anyway.