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Chapter 14: A Special Delivery

Jack and Kate finished their breakfast of eggs and toast in relative silence. They had eaten a late breakfast, having slept until nearly noon. A few hours later they snacked on a small lunch. Then Jack excused himself to take a shower.

Kate cleaned up the dining area and began to wash the dishes. After she dried them and put them away, she went back to the bedroom. Sounds of running water could be heard through the bathroom door as she made the bed. Then she went over to the chest of drawers and began to look through its contents.

Two of the four drawers had women's clothing, and the other two were men's. Kate found a pair of jeans and a light green V-neck shirt that she liked. She also found more undergarments, none of which were practical. So many bows and frills. What do I look like? A doll? Still, she picked a bra that was a shade or two darker than her shirt that had an intricate lace pattern and put it with the rest of her clothes.

After picking out an outfit for herself, she did the same for Jack. She chose a black t-shirt and a pair of khakis. She also pulled out a pair of plaid boxers.

"Are those for me?" a voice asked, so close to her ear that she jumped, bumping Jack's chin in the process.

"Ow," he said.

"Oh my gosh, Jack, you scared me!" Kate exclaimed. She turned around and saw him rubbing his jaw. "I'm sorry." She touched his jaw tentatively, loving the stubble that brushed against her delicate fingertips.

"It's okay," he replied, gently grabbing her hand and kissing the palm before letting it drop to her side. She was surprised by the action, but at the same time it felt normal, as if he did it all the time.

"It's your turn," he said, indicating the shower with a tilt of his head. She smiled and nodded, then headed for the bathroom with her chosen outfit.

Kate stayed in the shower for a long time, letting the water pound against her head and body. She thought about Jack, and everything that had occurred since the Others had taken them captive.

Why do they want me to have a baby? Why does it have to be Jack's baby? What was their original plan? Then a terrifying thought popped into her head. What will they do with the baby once it's born? Oh God, what if they perform some type of strange experiment on it? I could never let anyone hurt my child, even if I hadn't wanted it.

The water turned cold, and Kate was forced to get out of the shower. She dried off and got dressed. When she came out of the bathroom, she saw Jack sitting on the bed, dressed now, but deep in thought. He looked up at her as she emerged from the bathroom.

"Hey," Kate said in greeting. "You don't look so hot. What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I was just thinking. You don't look so good yourself. Something bothering you?"

She sat next to him on the plush bed. "Actually…" Kate began, but she was cut off by the sound of a doorbell ringing.

The two castaways looked at each other in shared surprise, and then got up and went to the door. Jack pushed Kate behind him in a silent command to stay out of the way in case something would happen. Kate submitted, but knew she would jump in to help if any type of fight broke out.

Jack opened the front door quickly, expecting someone to be on the other side. He was greeted with silence. Both of them peered out into the hallway, but they couldn't see anything, including another door.

"Jack, look." Kate pointed at the floor outside of the door where a brightly decorated basket lay.

He picked it up and brought it inside. He laid it on the kitchen counter and began to look through its contents.

"Looks like a bunch of wine. That's it, there's nothing else. Just wine," he said, clearly confused. The basket was topped with a huge, beautiful gold bow. A note was attached to it. Kate took it off of the bow and read it out loud.

Just thought you could use some help in the whole seduction process. Maybe this will make everything go a little smoother. Personally, I suggest the Chateau Patreuse, 1982. Very refined. Hope everything goes well.

Benjamin

Sick, Kate thought folding the note up. She glanced at the assorted bottles. Jack looked uneasy. "Well…should we open a bottle?" she asked.

"I don't drink. Ever since my father…I just can't," he tried to explain. It wasn't easy for him to get the words out and Kate laid a hand on his shoulder.

"It's okay. I get it," she said. The logo on the bottle was a flashy red and the words were written in a wispy, yellow font. After a moment she shrugged, saying, "Well, I'd hate to see this go to waste. Besides, it might help with the whole being ordered to have sex thing. If you don't mind, I think I'll have some."

"Kate, I don't want to make love to you while you're intoxicated. I don't want to feel like I'm taking advantage of you while you are unable to make decisions."

"Jack, I'm touched that you feel that way, but one glass of wine is not going to make me completely delusional. I'll have it with dinner too, so you don't need to feel guilty at all." She paused, but then asked the question that had been plaguing her all day. "Do you think they would really…force us to have sex? I mean…can they even do that?"

There was pity in his eyes when he said, "Yes, they are capable of being so vile that they would force us to have sex. Even if it isn't possible to literally force us, they can still coerce us into having a baby.

"What do you mean? Does this have something to do with Ben's original plan?"

"I guess I should just tell you now," he responded. "Yes, it does deal with his plan."

"Well?" she asked when he didn't continue.

"Ben originally wanted to perform an artificial insemination."

"Why?"

"I'm not sure."

After a moment of consideration, she said, "I don't see anything wrong with it. It's not a major surgery…"

He interrupted her. "Ben planned on being the donor."

"What?" she gasped, horrified.

"I knew you wouldn't like that idea. I told him that."

"I'd kill myself before I had to carry any abomination of his."

"Yeah, I told him that too," he responded, smiling.

"Good," she stated.

"While you were passed out from the chemical gas, I got him to agree to let the two of us conceive a child. We're still being forced, but you won't have to throw up every time you think of having a baby. I thought this was the best choice," he added.

"It's the only choice as far as I'm concerned. I'm glad you said something."

"There's one catch," he admitted.

"What?"

"If you don't get pregnant tonight, you'll have to go through with the original plan."

"Then we better get a move on. Time's a wastin'" she joked as she picked up the wine basket and headed towards the bedroom.

"Where are you going with that?" Jack inquired.

"To pick out something sexy to wear," Kate replied over her shoulder, swinging the basket back and forth. "You get started on dinner, and I'll get everything ready."