Ilayda - I used to like Skate near the end of S1. Then I realized it was just bc I really liked Sawyer. So now I ship Jack/Kate and Sawyer/Myself. Haha.
Leytonrox94 - He already knows. =]
ANN763 - Thanks for reviewing. ^-^
Northern Wolf - Ooh. Med course in college. =D Are you going to be a doctor? I'm going to be an Occupational Therapist...perhaps minoring in Psych.
Pavement Chaser - Glad you liked how I chose to twist it. =]
Jess - I'm glad you liked last chapter. Somehow, I don't think this chapter will manage to outdo it, but hopefully, you'll still enjoy.
Amy - Glad you like it.
Temporarilymisplaced - Jack is just all knowing. Lol. No. He figured it out with his special doctor skills.
Boo2ubam - What's wrong with Sydney? -has never been there-

This chapter is kinda blah. In my defense, there's just not that much to do with the episode and the dog will not let me alone. Which is also why my comments to you guys are so short. She just keeps climbing all over me!
Anyway. You all seem to live in (or at least be visiting) awesome places. That's pretty cool. It makes where I am seem very boring. Haha.
Enjoy!

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"So were you going to tell me you were pregnant or were you just going to wait until you went into labor and needed someone to deliver the baby?" Jack questioned.

"So you don't watch Grey's Anatomy. Do you watch House?" I flinched as he pulled the bandage off my arm, glancing around so I didn't look at the stab wound. "I find the cases on House are much more…"

"Stop changing the subject, Kate. I'm letting you stay here in the caves with me. I at least deserve to know some of what is going on with you." He sighed and he measured the amount of peroxide he had left, dumping a small about on my arm.

I cringed at the momentary stinging sensation. "I think you would have noticed before I went into labor," I commented. "You probably would have figured something was up when I started looking like a hippo and couldn't even see my feet when I looked down anymore." He raised his eyebrows and I took that as a sign he wasn't amused. "Actually, I was going to tell you yesterday. I just found out, Jack." My voice became harsh. "I was still processing it myself! I came to the caves to tell you, but you were too busy with Boone and Sayid plotting your damn…"

"What did I ever do to you, Kate?" Jack placed a new bandage on my arm then rinsed his hands off with water from a water bottle.

"Excuse me?" My brows furrowed in confusion. "I'm not sure what you…" My voice trailed off and I waited for further explanation.

"It's just, ever since we got here, some days you support me and other days you act like I'm ruining the lives of everyone around me, more specifically your life." He got to his feet.

"Well when you start shoving splinters under my friends' fingernails, I don't exactly…"

"I understand that, Kate," he cut me off. He began to put away his things. "I understand that you're mad at me for allowing Sayid to torture Sawyer. I also agree with you. You have every right to be mad at me for that." He straightened up and turned around to face me. "But that's not all you're mad about. You've been pissed at me on and off ever since we crashed here."

I fell silent at that, avoiding his gaze. He sat down beside me and I snuck a glance as he rubbed his eyes. "You didn't sleep last night," I commented finally. "Every time I woke up, you were awake too."

"I have more important things to do than sleep," he answered.

"Sleep is important, Jack," I reminded him. "Don't overwork yourself." I stood and took the hair-tie off my wrist, pulling my hair up for the first time since we crashed. "I'm going on a walk to the beach. You should seriously thinking about taking a nap. Actually don't even think about it; just do it."

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"You really think he's not going to get suspicious, Kate?"

I dug through the medical supplies in the hatch, pulling out whatever looked like it would be of most importance. "I'm just going to say I found them lying in the jungle, probably from someone's suitcase. I doubt he's going to suspect anything."

"Do you need something to carry them in?" Penny balanced Charlie on her hip, leaning back against the wall of the hatch.

I shook my head. "He might get a bit curious if I even have a bag to carry all this in. Maybe I won't even tell him it came from me. Hurley is going to build a golf course and I can just sneak it into his stuff while he's golfing."

"I wish Desmond and I could join you," Penny commented. "It's getting boring down here."

"Imagine how I felt when I was down here alone." Desmond entered the storage closet. "Boring is a bloody understatement."

"Bloo-y Uner-ment," Charlie attempted to repeat him. "Bloo-y borin'!"

Penny gasped and brought her free hand to her mouth. "Desmond! I don't want the baby saying that!"

I pretended to turn by attention to my supply of peroxide to hide my amusement. I remembered the days Aaron would repeat everything he heard. Those were not days I was particularly fond of. I gathered everything and got to my feet, trying not to disturb the wound on my arm. It would be pretty ironic to be hurt by supplies that were supposed to fix me.

"Did you tell Jack about the baby?" Penny took Charlie from the room, leaving me alone with Desmond.

"He figured it out," I answered. "I didn't tell him it was his. I'm sorry, but I have to go before someone starts to wonder where I am." I started to walk away then paused. "We found some dolls back in the caves. I know Charlie is a boy, but I brought them here. There's not too many toys here and I thought he might be getting bored with what he has."

"Thanks, Kate."

I nodded my head and left.

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"So do you think he's going to be happy?" I took a step back and examined Jack's medical cart. When I had left it was empty, but now there was barely enough room for everything. I supplied it with various medicines for sickness and injuries along with things such as bandages, tweezers, ect.

Jacob was sitting on the bed Jack had constructed for patients. "I'm sure." He was examining his fingernails when I glanced back at him.

"So…" I could tell he didn't want to be around and honestly wondered why he was there. "There's no chance you could magically heal me?" I motioned at my arm. He shook his head and I nodded. "Didn't think so." I sat down on the cave floor. I flicked at a few tiny pebbles. "Why didn't you show up last time?" I glanced up to see him no longer in the cave. "Jacob?"

"Who's Jacob?" Jack walked into the caves, glancing at me with raised eyebrows. "How long have you been here?"

I looked up. "Just a few seconds. I was thinking about going back to the beach."

He chuckled. "And here I thought you managed to sit still longer than five minutes. How is your arm doing?"

"It kind of hurts, but it's fine." I watched as he walked over to his cart, seeming to not notice anything was different at first. It wasn't until he picked up one of the bottles that he took a step back and rubbed his chin as he stared at it.

"Kate…" He said slowly. "Where did all this stuff come from?"

"I uh…" I could have told him I found it, but another idea popped into my mind. I didn't have time to weigh my options. "It was here when I got here. You think Sawyer might have pulled it out of his stash? Maybe he's trying to make amends."

"Hm." He nodded his head. "Doesn't sound like him." He glanced at the bottle in his hands then sighed. "I have to get back to the beach. Sullivan has hives and he's convinced he's dying. I can barely even see the rash."

"Sullivan," I repeated. "I think I know who he is. The guy with glasses. Let me go take it to him. You're probably tired of him by now."

"Kate, I don't think…"

"Sometimes, you really don't think," I cut him off. I knew he was going to finish his sentence, but I simply agreed with what he already said. I grabbed the bottle from his hand and emptied out two pills before handing it back. "Get some sleep. Go have fun. Do something other than stress. I'll take care of Sullivan."

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"Where's the doctor?" Sullivan questioned me, shifting nervously. "The foreign lady gave me aloe. I don't think it's working. I need the doctor, not whatever medicine you're trying to give me."

I rubbed my forehead, trying to ignore the people who were beginning to gather and stare at us. "Listen," I said calmly. "It's hives. You're fine. The only thing Jack can do is give you something else to try to help relieve any discomfort. It's not going to change whether Jack is giving you the medicine or I am." I handed him the pills.

"What is this?" He asked. "What if I have some reaction to it? What if…"

"It's like Benadryl," I replied, shaking my head. "I highly doubt you're going to have a reaction to it."

"Benadryl? I can't take Benadryl. It makes me exhausted. I can't be exhausted. What if rescue comes and I'm asleep and no one bothers to tell me?" He glanced at the pills in his hand.

"I said it's like Benadryl, not that it was Benadryl." I glanced at Boone as he approached us.

"Yeah! A golf course!" Boone called back to Shannon. "I don't know about you, but I'm going to check it out."

"Wait for me, Bonehead!" Shannon hurried after him.

Sullivan watched them in silence then glanced at me. "I'm going to find the doctor." He walked after Boone and Shannon.

"Doctor playing golf." Sawyer stopped following the group on the way to the golf course when he got to me. What's next? Cop eating a donut?"

I glanced at him and smiled. "You want to come?" I wasn't sure if he did or didn't, but I knew he chances were he was going to show up there anyway.

"I think I'll pass on that, Freckles." He smirked at me and nodded toward the group that was almost out of sight now. "Not big on crowds. And, let's face it, the crowd's not too hot on me either."

"One outcast to another, I'd think about making more of an effort," I commented. "And I think their dislike might begin to let up. I'll see you there." I followed the group, leaving him standing there in silence.

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"Think having a knife stuck into my arm yesterday might be a problem if I decide to play?" I approached Jack, smiling at him softly.

He chuckled. "I think it might affect your game a little bit. When did you show up?"

"A few seconds ago," I replied. "I was talking to Sawyer. I almost didn't recognize you when I got here. You're smiling."

He did his best to wipe the grin from his face. "I'll have to watch that."

I stood beside him, close enough that our shoulders brushed whenever one of us moved. We stood in a comfortable silence, watching Charlie and Hurley in their humorous attempts to golf. "So did Sullivan come to see you?"

"Yeah, he did," Jack replied. "He actually came to ask if he could play golf. Hey, it's my turn. I'll be right back." He patted my shoulder, sending what felt like electric shocks through my entire body.

Sawyer showed up in the midst of betting on Jack. I thought about going back to stand with him, but instead I turned to face Jack, waiting for him to be finished with his turn and come back.

"You want a turn?" He asked, returning with his club before he even took his own turn. "I could help you out with the hole arm problem."

I laughed. "Jack, I don't think it'll work out very well if I try to golf right now." I pretended to be reluctant as he placed his hand on my elbow and led me over to the ball. "Jack, what are you doing?"

"Here, hold the club with your good hand." He positioned it in my hand. He stood beside me, and helped me hold it with one hand. "Ready?"

"Jack, this is not going to end well." I was laughing, oblivious to everyone else around us. We swung the club together and the ball flew into the air…dropping back down to the ground about two inches away.

"Get a bloody room!" Charlie called.

Hurley looked at him. "They're already sharing a cave."

I glanced over at them with a smirk, trying to ignore as Sawyer walked away.