"Sawyer…" Was all Kate could manage. She released Jack's hand and threw her arms around Sawyer.
"Kate, what are you…?" Jack asked turning to see the emotion in the couples embrace. Only after being jealous did he realize Sawyer was standing, fully conscious.
"Well howdy there Doctor Do-Right, miss me?" Sawyer asked smiling at Jack.
"Not exactly," Jack muttered under his breath. As bad as it sounds for a doctor, he was hoping to get more alone time with Kate before Sawyer woke up. "How are you feeling?"
"Well," He said, glancing at his injured shoulder, "got a Band-Aid?"
There was commotion out side the tent as Charlie walked in.
"I thought I heard Sawyers voice. How are ya doin'?" He asked in his British tongue.
"Fine," Sawyer muttered, actually annoyed that he had caused such a fuss. "Anyone know which son of a bitch shot me?"
Jack glanced quickly at Charlie, giving him a leave-now-or-Sawyer's-going-to-kill-you look. "Not yet, then again I doubt anyone would admit to shooting someone…"
"Well maybe the little fugitive who was on the plane decided to go back to work here on the island," Sawyer said with a grin, not knowing how stupid he was being.
Kate glared at Jack, warning him not to reveal the vital information only he knew. Jack had found Kate's mug shot in the marshal's pocket when he was trying to keep him alive. He later admitted to Kate what he had seen and she swore him to secrecy, claiming those days were long gone. Of course Sawyer had no idea.
"I doubt that," Jack said, ignoring Kate's pleading glances, "Charlie can we have a moment alone please?"
"Fine by me mate," with that, Charlie left humming some tune he'd claimed to be famous for.
"Jack," Kate said, seriousness in her eyes, "don't…"
"Awe, now you little love birds keepin' secrets from me? Didn't think I was sleepin' that long," Sawyer joked, trying to hide his jealousy.
"You want to tell him?" Jack asked Kate
"Why should I? We both know it wasn't me so why does it matter?!" Kate growled.
"Kate, he has to know. Then he'll stop making jokes about the "little fugitive"," Jack said, trying to sound convincing. He hated that he was the only one who knew, for the safety of others. But he also loved it, being able to threaten her with it, having a huge secret that could ruin her. It was almost like they were back in high school.
"What the hell is he talking about?" an annoyed Sawyer asked slowly, looking at Kate.
"Nothing. Bottom line is, we don't know who shot you. For all we know it wasn't even us. And you need to stop making stupid assumptions about the woman on that plane Sawyer," Kate hissed and started to walk out of the tent.
"Hold up, who said it was a woman?" Sawyer asked knowingly.
"Damn…" Jack muttered, obviously surprised at Kate's accidental admittance.
"Kate… something you like to share with the class?" Sawyer asked, walking slowly over to her.
Kate lowered her gaze to her feet. She knew she shouldn't but… "Yeah… we aren't the only ones on this island."