Chapter 3: Planning ahead.

"Kate?" Jack called. Kate sat up so quickly her head hurt. Jack smiled and came in. "Hey." He said. Kate started at him like he was crazy. "Can I come in, because if you want me to…"

"No!" Kate said, tossing her arms out at him. Jack chuckled, that soft laugh. "Come in, sit down, anywhere, it looks like a tornado came through here." Jack stepped in. "Um…what time is it? How did you get in? Are you hungry? Do you…" She stopped when she saw Jacks amused expression. Kate sighed and crossed her legs. She looked down at her yellow covers. They were downy. She must look horrible. She looked up and saw Jack sitting at her desk, his legs draped over the soft purple arm of her office chair.

"It's about 8:30…am…Charlie let me in." He said. "I'm not hungry, thanks." He smiled and span around on the chair. "Are you ok? You look…" He trailed off.

"I just woke up Jack!" Kate giggled, she felt a blush rising into her cheeks, she looked down, but glanced up at him, god he was beautiful, he hadn't changed much, same brown short cropped hair, but now he stubble all-round his face, well, just his chin, upper lip and up his cheeks. "I haven't had time to put on my face yet!" Kate said. Jack raised one of his brown eyebrow. He smirked.

"You were makeup?" He laughed. "You don't need makeup." He said, pointing out what he thought was obvious.

Kate blinked hard and looked down, refusing to let the tears trying to come up in her eyes come down. "I used to think I had to wear makeup…" She looked up at him; he was frowning, oblivious to when she wore makeup, had he known her for since they were five… "Three years ago I thought I needed to wear makeup, to get you attention again…" Kate said, she saw a stain on her sheets, she knew it was a tear that had managed to squeeze its way out of her eyes. Kate looked up at Jack.

"Kate…I…" He said, he looked so hurt. He was making a list of things he had done to her and hadn't even noticed. He made her feel like she was unworthy of his attention on her birthday she was worthy of his attention, any day, any time, any were. He made her wear makeup, which she hated, no, loathed.

"Don't, it's in the past, Hakuna Matata." She said smiled and ran a finger through her hair.

He watched her long brown hair fall back onto her shoulder and bit his lip softly, when was the last time he did that, he tried not to groan, remembering their love. God, how he missed it, he missed her. Her laugh, her kiss, her touch, her sex, everything, even when they fought, he missed her. He looked around her room, it had white walls, clothing very were, a few bras he remembered well laying around, a thong, books, romance books, many romance books, more romance books, even more romance books! He laughed. Kate looked up. "Nice books." Jack said laughing. Kate blushed. "I though you liked horror, or adventure."

"After I moved back here, I sort of, needed to feed the senses, meet the needs." Kate said, trying not to giggle.

"Meet the needs?" He said laughing. Kate couldn't help but laugh. She shook her head but felt her heart pound hard in her chest. Her throat went dry as she watched his dark brown eyes travel over her room.

She had a very yellow bed, she had posters of driveshaft, all signed up on the wall, some of the draws in her oak bureau, clothing toppled out of it. She had a bike helmet on the white bed post; she had shoes tossed under her bed and next to the door. She had a poster of Jacks collage up on the wall, a scarp book from years ago on her bureau with a small jewelry box, she saw a ring Jack had given her a few days after they arrived at his apartment, she still wore it sometimes. She saw his eyes travel over to her mirror, which was on top of her desk; she didn't need room for writing, that was at the bookstore. She had pictures plastered all over it, Charlie on stage, Claire and Aaron, Sayid and Shannon at the wedding, Jack and her when they were younger, some of her, some of things she liked or found interesting and then…gasp…a picture of Jack, right were she could see when she sat down, she had drawn a heart around it. Jack eyed it.

"When was this?" He asked fingering it. Kate blushed.

"Uh…I did that…um…a few years ago…and I…" She said. Jack chuckled again; Kate's heart skipped a beat.

"I mean when did you take this picture?" He laughed; he turned to look at her. Kate blushed deepened. Kate laughed.

"The fair, remember? It was like…the last fair we went to, you're second year of collage…we went, yeah, it was…fun…not something either of us had had in a long time." She closed her eyes and brought her knees up to her chest. She wouldn't cry…she wouldn't cry…

"I remember that...that was last time we…" He looked down starching the back of his neck. "We…uh…made love wasn't it?" He asked. Kate nodded. She remembered it well.

"I haven't gone to the fair since." She said so quietly Jack had lean forward to listen hear her.

"Me to." He said leaning back, god did he want go, especially if it ended with him and Kate making love. "Its coming to town you know." He said laughing. "Maybe we could go…and…like…"

"As a…" Kate didn't want to say it. But she had to. "date?" She asked. It was Jacks turn to blush.

"Yeah." He squeaked.

"Yeah, I'll go with you."