First of all, thank you for all the wonderful reviews. And this chapter is pretty much just the missing Jate scene from the previous part. I promise in the next few chapters things will start coming together. I just need to start writing them. For now, I hope you enjoy this Jack and Kate bonus chapter. :)

There is a poll at the end, for anyone who wants to give their opinion. And the song is I'd Come For You by Nickelback.


Chapter 12: Not Without You

I'd come for you.
No one but you.
Yes, I'd come for you,
But only if you told me to.
I'd fight for you.
I'd lie, it's true.
Give my life for you.
You know I'd always come for you.

"Okay, somebody better tell me what the hell is going on here," Radzinsky demanded. Juliet stared at Jack, her eyes wild and panic etched into her features. Jack began to realize that racing out of the house with Kate in his arms had been a very bad idea, at the time it had seemed like the only option. But there was no going back now. They could only go forward...

Forty minutes earlier.

Jack quietly pushed open the door to the bright yellow house. It was silent inside and he did his best not to wake up Kate, who was still sleeping on the couch. She was no longer stirring fitfully though, now she was out cold and completely motionless.

Suddenly Jack's stomach grumbled loudly, reminding him that he'd had nothing to eat this morning. His earlier headache forgotten, Jack realized just how hungry he was.

In the kitchen he searched through the cupboards, looking for some food. In the end he decided to make sandwiches, that way Sawyer and Juliet could have some as well when they came home. Jack knew Kate wouldn't want any, but he did pour her a glass of water. As a doctor he knew it was important for her to stay hydrated.

Just as he'd finished spreading mayo on the last slice of bread, he saw movement out of the corner of his eye. Whipping his head around to look, he noticed Kate sitting up and looking around.

Taking the cup and the plate of sandwiches into the front room, he sat down in a chair beside her and set the plate on the table. "Do you want something to eat?" he asked with concern, hoping maybe she would be hungry after all. He was getting more and more worried about her. Kate's face had grown redder while he'd been gone and now Jack was thankful he'd chosen to come back and check on her.

She didn't answer his question, instead glancing from side to side, searching for something. Jack frowned, wondering what she was looking for. "Kate," he said, trying to catch her attention. "Are you hungry or thirsty? You need to have something to drink, okay?"

At the sound of his voice, she turned her gaze towards him and a small smile crossed her lips. The relief in her feverish eyes made Jack realize she'd been searching for him. Slowly Kate stood up, placing a hand on the couch to steady herself as she swayed slightly. Then she reached for the pillow she'd previously been lying on, grabbing it and holding it in her arms as if she was carrying a child.

"Kate, what are you doing?" Jack asked. She stepped forward dizzily, nearly toppling into the table until Jack raced to catch her. "You need to lie down," he ordered as she stared up at him woozily.

She held the pillow tightly, stroking it gently. "I think we should say he's mine," she told him quietly, but her voice was steady.

Jack was completely thrown. Who was she talking about? "What?" he questioned gently, steering her back to the couch. But despite her disorientation from the fever, Kate resisted with a surprising amount of strength. She pushed away from him and backed up a few steps.

"We could...say that I was si – six months pregnant when I was arrested and that I...gave birth to him on the Island. No one would ever know." Her voice was wavering but she still managed to remain upright.

Jack, on the other hand, nearly sat down to put his head in his hands. What the hell did Kate mean? Arrested? And gave birth to whom? He has a sinking suspicion that she was talking about Aaron – Claire's son, as she'd explained earlier. But that was this morning, and Kate had been nearly as sick as then as she was now. How was he supposed to know if she'd even been telling the truth?

"Kate, I don't know what you're trying to say," he admitted. She shifted the pillow in her arms and Jack realized that she actually thought she was holding a baby. She's having a hallucination, he understood. That means her fever must have gotten even higher. If her body temperature was high enough to cause her to be delusional, Jack knew he had to get her to a hospital right away. She needed immediate medical attention.

"Come on," he said, taking her gently by the arm and directing her to the door. Kate wriggled out of his grasp, nearly losing her balance in the process. She backed into the couch and sat down heavily as her legs gave out beneath her.

"After everyone we've lost...Michael, Jin, Sawyer," she paused, blinking back tears. "I...can't lose him too." Kate indicated the pillow in her arms, and now Jack was certain she thought it was Aaron. But Jack himself was only becoming more and more confused.

"What do you mean? Jin and Sawyer are fine, we just saw them." But as he spoke, he was blinded by a bright flash and suddenly he wasn't staring at Kate or the pale yellow living room. All he could see was a boat floating on the water below him. Suddenly a loud blast ripped through the air as the ship exploded. Pieces of it went flying everywhere and Jack heard someone screaming at the top of their lungs behind him.

Then he blinked and the scene was gone. He was back in the quiet room with the friendly colours and was Kate sitting in front of him. "What the hell was that?" he shouted, his heart racing. But she didn't seem to hear him. She was shaking with sobs, trying not to show how upset she was. "Kate, Sawyer is fine. He's not dead!" Jack snapped at her, finding himself annoyed by the emotion she was expressing. And, though he would never admit it to himself, he felt slightly jealous at obvious pain she was in from the thought of losing Sawyer.

After a moment, Kate wiped her eyes and looked in his direction. She carefully avoided making eye contact and Jack knew she was afraid of what she would find in his expression. "No, but he's gone," she told him softly. "Goodnight, Jack."

"It's the middle of the afternoon and you've been sleeping for hours. At least have something to drink before you go back to sleep," he suggested, hoping that she was just dehydrated. Maybe if she had some liquids in her then her temperature would lower and the delusions would stop.

But now Kate gazed straight into his eyes and her next words were filled with a sense of conviction unlike anything he'd ever heard before. "I have always been with you," she told him. Then her shoulders sagged and she leaned forward, falling back asleep.

Jack scooped her up into his arms, taking advantage of the situation while she was unable to protest. He was dismayed to notice how much she was shivering but he didn't want her to get overheated either. Scanning the room for a lighter blanket, he pulled one off the back of a nearby chair. He draped it around Kate's trembling form and then walked out the door.

As he was standing on the porch, trying to decide which way to go, Kate jerked away frantically. "Jack? Jack!" she screamed loudly. People walking by stopped to stare at the scene she was making, thrashing and flailing in his grip. Not wanting to bring any more attention to himself, Jack quickly stepped back inside.

"Kate? What is it? What's wrong?" he demanded, knowing she was still delirious. He tilted her head upwards, forcing her to look at him. But this time she stared right through him, her eyes focused on some unknown object only she could see.

She held her hand up to her mouth, clasping tightly around the air as if she was holding something infinitely precious. "Where are you? Where are you?"

"I'm right here," Jack replied, trying in vain to catch her attention. "We have to get you to a hospital, Kate. So you need to stop screaming, okay?" When she made no acknowledgement that she'd heard him, he set her down gently and grasped her shoulders. Gazing deeply into her eyes, he repeated himself slowly. "Kate. You have to be quiet now." No reply. "Do you know where there's a medical office here on this island?"

Her cloudy eyes filling with pain, Kate shouted, "Yes!"

Finally she's back to normal, Jack thought, relieved. But she still needed help. "Good, where – " he began, but she cut him off.

"Yes, I remember!" she shouted and each word held unimaginable amounts of agony. Jack sighed, clearly she was still delusional. He pulled her into a hug and held her tightly to his chest, wishing he could make the pain go away.

"It's okay," he promised. "I'm here, it's all right." Her body slumped against his and he thought briefly that it was finally over. Then she quivered and straightened up.

"Jack, please," she begged, desperate. He was becoming frustrated beyond belief. There was nothing he could do to help her when he had no idea what was going on. She was talking about him, but he didn't know if it was a scene she was imagining in her mind or a memory he'd simply forgotten.

Does that mean I believe her? he asked himself. There was no straight yes or no answer to that question – some parts of her story felt so true that he couldn't not believe them. But other things were outrageously ridiculous, like the plane crash or coming back to that very same island.

"I can't leave without you," Kate told him, or rather, the Jack she imagined she was talking to. "Jack! I can't!" She was hysterical now, her body quacking so much from her intense emotions and her fever that Jack wished he had some anesthesia to knock her out. But he was stuck in this strange place with no medical supplies other than a bottle of Tylenol.

He'd never felt so helpless before in his entire life. Kate desperately needed his help and there was absolutely nothing he could do for her.

"I can't!" she shouted once more, her voice way past hysterical now.

"Kate, dammit," Jack found himself shouting back, though he didn't know what good it would do. "Run!" He froze. What? Why had he just said that? Where did he want her to run to?

She stood perfectly still in the middle of the living room, tears streaking down her cheeks. "Jack, are you there?" she asked, trying to keep the hurt from entering her voice. Jack was amazed at her determination to hide her sorrow, even though whatever hallucination she was experiencing must be exceptionally painful for her. He wished he knew what she was seeing, then maybe he could help her work through this.

But he had no idea what was going on, so he had to stand there and watch her suffer. "Dammit," he swore again, startling himself as his voice broke the silence that was only interrupted by Kate's quiet sobbing. "I am not just going let her go through this alone." Walking slowly so as not to alarm her, Jack reached out and pulled Kate into his arms, hugging her fiercely.

Then he steered her over to the couch and sat her down, stroking her hair lightly. His actions felt so natural and comforting that it unnerved him slightly.

She mumbled to herself as he continued to sit beside her. Suddenly her voice rose and she stared fiercely at the front door, blinking furiously as she tried not to sob any harder. But when she began to speak, Jack found himself mesmerized not only by her voice, shaky as it was, but her very words.

"You were doing surgery on a girl and you...messed up. You made a mistake. You...tore s – something in her back and all the nerves...came loose." Like angel hair pasta, Jack thought to himself. But then he quickly focused his attention back on Kate. She was continuing to speak, even though it was clear that she was fast running out of energy.

"And you said the fear was…was so real. And you di – didn't know what to do, so you...counted to five. And then...you weren't...afraid anymore. And then it was just...gone. And you...you fixed her. You...saved her." By the time she finished, her words were barely audible, but Jack knew what she was saying anyway.

How did she know that story? He'd never told anyone about it, except for Sarah. But Kate wasn't like Sarah at all. From the little he knew about the brunette, he was certain that the two were nothing alike.

For a moment Kate continued to mutter softly, then it was as if she just shut down. Her eyes closed and she slowly fell backwards, sagging against the back of the couch. Her breathing became heavier, sounding more like panting than the normal inhalation of air. She curled up into a ball against his side, mumbling complaints. It was difficult to hear what she was trying to say, but he strained his ears as much as possible to make out her jumbled words.

"Hurts...so...much," she moaned. Then she leaned over and threw up all over the floor. Jack jumped back in surprise, but his heart sank when he saw the flash of colour spreading along the rug. Bright red. Kate was vomiting blood.

He cursed to himself, knowing she desperately needed a hospital. But he had no idea where that was. "Hell, I'll find it somehow," he assured himself.

Before Jack left, he rummaged through the kitchen cupboards, searching for something to carry water with. Finally, he slung a canteen that had the same Dharma label that was on the poker chips over his shoulder. And, after forcing Kate to drink some of the water, he hoisted her small body – blankets and all – into his arms. Then he was out the door.


Racing through the rows and rows of houses, Jack was amazed he'd even found his way back to Sawyer's home in the first place. There were bright yellow buildings everywhere and, after only a few minutes, he was hopelessly lost.

"Everything looks the same!" he shouted. There was a group of young children nearby and they stared at him in fear. He'd been getting strange looks from everyone he passed by, but no one had stopped to offer some help. They all seemed terrified of him, running down the sidewalk with an unconscious woman in his arms.

It didn't help that Kate was continuing to cry out in pain every once in a while. And each time she did, Jack forced himself to slow down his hectic pace, worried that he was hurting her. He kept stopping, trying to make her drink more of the water, but after she threw it up all over him, the clear liquid tinted red with blood, he decided it was best to keep hurrying forward.

Finally he ran past the hammock where Amy was still dozing with her baby. Now she was holding Ethan in her arms contentedly, the two of them snoring softly.

He hated to wake to young mother, but he was desperate by now. "Amy," he said gently, shaking her shoulder. She stirred slightly and opened her eyes in confusion.

"Hmmm?" she sighed.

"Sorry to bother you, I just need to know if there is a hospital or doctor's office around here," he explained. Amy stared at him for a moment, then she gradually became more aware of the situation. Taking in Jack's panicked appearance, the blood on his jumpsuit and the woman in his arms, her eyes widened.

"What happened? Is that Kate?" she asked, remembering when the young woman came in to register yesterday. James had said she'd had a bad reaction to the sedative. Maybe it had gotten worse...

"Yes, it's Kate. I don't know what happened. She had a fever this morning and all of a sudden it got much worse. But it's really important that I get her to a place with medical equipment. I'm a doctor, but I can't do anything to help her if I don't find out what's causing this first," he explained, the words rushing out of his mouth before he could stop them. It probably wasn't a good idea to give away too much information, though it really didn't matter now.

"Didn't you find the maps I told you about? Oh well. Umm, just follow that sidewalk," she pointed to one on the opposite side of the hammock, "south until you see a big yellow building." Jack was puzzled. All of the buildings were yellow. How was he supposed to know which one was the hospital?

Amy sensed his confusion. "Sorry, that's not very helpful is it? Just look for the building with the big white porch and picnic benches in front of it. There should be a sign saying 'Infirmary' right above the door."

"Thanks," Jack said gratefully, turning away.

"Oh, and David," she called after him. It took Jack a moment to remember that was his fake name. Not wanting to seem rude, he stopped and glanced back at Amy. "You should get Juliet to help you. She's a doctor too," she told him, recalling how great Juliet had been when she'd helped deliver Ethan.

"Okay, thank you," he called after her. Then he was gone and Amy leaned back down, swaying Ethan gently from side to side.


Jack ran along the path as fast as he could without dropping Kate. Finally he spotted a large yellow building directly in front of him. It had a wide porch, just like Amy had said. He couldn't read the sign above the door from this distance, but he knew this was the Infirmary.

"Thank god," he exhaled slightly, breathing a sigh of relief. Then he noticed the commotion going on in front of the building. A bright blue van, like the one Jin had been driving that first day, was parked on the grass. Two people were hauling someone out of it, someone who looked suspiciously like Sawyer.

Whoever it was, they stopped and vomited on the grass, then another person came racing out of the Infirmary. They were wearing medical scrubs and had long blonde hair tied back in a ponytail. Jack knew at once that it was Juliet.

What's she doing here? he wondered. Maybe she'd raced out of the house earlier because there was a medical emergency. It doesn't matter, he reminded himself as Kate shifted in his arms. Her face was contorted in pain and Jack knew it was only getting worse.

But as he made his way closer to the building, he heard the person, definitely Sawyer, shout something about a "tasering bitch." Jack saw Juliet freeze and, though her back was to him, Jack could see how much that remark hurt her.

He didn't know what it meant, but the rest of the people standing nearby – including Jin and an Arabian man who looked very familiar – were as shocked as she was. And suddenly Jack understood what was happening. Whatever was making Kate sick was also affecting Sawyer.

Before Sawyer's delusions progressed to the severity of Kate's, Jack interrupted. "He's hallucinating," he shouted as he closed the distance between himself and the Infirmary.

Juliet wildly scanned the area, trying to see where the voice was coming from. Finally she turned her gaze to Jack and briefly he saw her smile, relieved that he was here. Then it was gone and she glared at him, trying to communicate something that Jack didn't understand.

He stopped when he reached her, still holding Kate tightly. His arms were starting to cramp from staying in one position for so long, but he ignored the feeling. There were more pressing matters to worry about.

"What happened?" Juliet asked, staring in shock at the state Kate was in. She had started to shiver and, although Jack was trying to keep her as warm as possible, he knew his efforts were not very effective. He held her more tightly against himself, wishing he could transfer his heat to her small frame.

"I don't know," he reluctantly admitted, hating how useless he felt. "But Kate was acting the same way earlier," he continued, nodding at Sawyer. The blonde man was sitting upright on the stretcher, and Jack could see he was shaking as much as Kate.

"We need to get them both inside," Juliet said after a moment. Jack agreed, continuing to make his way to the Infirmary. But then he noticed the looks on the faces of the people nearby. Two men that Jack didn't recognize had their mouths open in surprise. Jin and the other man, Jack had a feeling he was the Sayid who James and Miles had been talking about earlier, were shaking their heads.

Jack wondered if he'd done something wrong. He suddenly understood what Juliet had been trying to tell him earlier. He shouldn't be here, not while these people were nearby. He had no idea what was going on and he didn't care – all he wanted to do was get Kate inside.

But then a man with balding hair stepped forward defiantly and Jack could see from the glint in his eyes that he would be trouble.

"Okay, somebody better tell me what the hell is going on here."


I am a horrible, horrible person. I know and I'm sorry. But this is mainly a Jate story, so of course it needs a lot of Jate scenes! I hope you enjoyed it anyway. The next chapter will hopefully be done sometime next week.

Okay, now for the poll.

What delirious Suliet scenes would you like to see in the next chapter? (credit to K. Palafox for some of the ideas)

a) Sawyer proposing to Juliet.

b) The dock scene in LaFleur when Sawyer asks Juliet to stay.

c) Sawyer giving Juliet the sunflower. This could involve a delirious Sawyer trying to kiss a confused Juliet. ;)

d) Any other ideas?

Up next: Questions will be answered, and secrets revealed.