Kate sat impatiently most of the morning, finding the only entertainment in watching the nurses go past, or when she got fed, though that part was a little gross. Hospital food…yuck. She had even contemplated getting up and hopping to a vending machine, but chances were, she'd fall and hurt her ankle even more, and according to the doctors, it would be a long healing process; at least two or three weeks without walking, then with crutches after that. That was Kate's kind of torture.
As afternoon came, a nurse appeared with clothes that her parents had left her the night previously, and helped her dressed for being discharged. Just that simple process alone took enough time; fitting her fat foot through her jeans had been a pain in the ass…or ankle as it was.
Jack turned up about 2:30 and wheeled her out to the car in a wheelchair. After he pulled up back home, he helped her into her house, and to the couch, making sure she was comfortable before running off next door to throw the car keys into the kitchen for his parents. They barely got to ask him if Kate was home okay before he ran back out the house and to Kate's again.
Jack was about to throw himself down on the couch next to her, when he remembered her ankle, almost dancing as he spun around and fell through the air, landing with a loud thump as he hit the floor. Kate burst out laughing, and her mom poked her head in from the hall to see what the noise had been.
While Kate found it hilarious, Jack lay sprawled on his back, groaning.
"Hello Jack." Kate's mom greeted him, leaving the room again with a smirk on her face.
"Ow. Hi Mrs A!" He replied from the floor. "Well…at least I missed your foot." He said sitting up and running a hand round to his back and giving it a rub, while turning the conversation back to a pink Kate.
"Yeah, otherwise I would have been forced to scream, cry and kick your ass with my good foot." She said after she'd stopped laughing and her breathing had calmed.
Jack got back up again, gently slid a hand under her legs and lifted them up so he could slide under and sit down. He kept them held up while he placed a cushion on his legs and then placed her legs back down on it.
"Okay?" He asked her.
"Okay." She answered as she lay back and exhaled. She sat quietly for a few seconds, before she reached onto the top of the couch and found the TV remote. She pressed the on switch and flicked through the channels.
"Find a movie channel. See if there's anything good on." Jack offered resting his arms on her good leg, making sure to avoid the damaged one at all costs.
"Doing so." Kate kept clicking till she finally found something she liked; 10 Things I Hate About You. "Mmm Heath Ledger."
"Oh god…you're terrible." Jack turned his eyebrows close knit, a look to complete his words. "Have you seen his hair?"
"Have you seen yours?" She threw back at him quickly.
"Hey, what's wrong with my hair?!" He said his voice getting higher. He rubbed his hand over his head subconsciously.
"Nothing, so shut up and watch the movie." She turned her head to him and grinned cheekily.
They sat for majority of the movie the same way, shifting only briefly after Kate very nicely asked Jack to get her a drink and some popcorn. He appeared back 5 minutes later with a sandwich for himself, grinning cheekily at her the same way she had previously when a blank look had accompanied the fact that he had food.
As a common occurrence, when it got to the singing part, Kate joined in animatedly, waving her arms around dramatically, till she winced and stopped with the actions.
Nearing the end of the movie, Jack had stretched out too, beside her, and had rested his head on the arm of the couch, feeling tired just from sitting around doing nothing. Kate snuggled up, continuing to watch the movie as enthusiastically as she had at the start, whereas Jack was beginning to dose, having been forced to watch the movie before, a second time wasn't really needed.
Kate felt his arm tighten around her, and turned her head slightly to see his eyes, closed. She smiled to herself, seeing that he was sleeping peacefully and then went back to the TV.
It was near 8pm when the door bell rang. Diane waited for the familiar sounds of loud noise and squealing, from her position upstairs, but heard none of it. The door bell rang again, so she moved and went to answer it.
"FINALLY! Jeez what's with yo-" Sawyer started shouting not really looking directly at the door, then lifted his eyes to the doorway. Arms stopped flapping and his mouth shut for a second. "-oh hiiii Mrs Austen." He recovered, smiling.
"Sawyer." She acknowledged him, then looked at Claire beside him, and smiled and greeted her. She moved out of the way, letting them in, then disappeared back upstairs again, telling them that Kate and Jack were in the living room as she ascended the stairs.
Sawyer frowned slightly noticing the lack of trademark giggles and laughter that usually accompanied time that Jack and Kate spent together, looking over to Claire who was apparently thinking the same thing according to how her face was, and then the fact that she ever so briefly looked up to the ceiling.
"Naaaah!" He said out loud, striding forward towards the door to the living room. Claire followed him through the door after he half smashed through it and into the room. She walked into the back of him though, as soon as she had entered because he stopped abruptly.
"What?!" She complained at him, giving his back a small shove, which caused him to turn around and glare at her, before signaling around him and to where the couch was. "AWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!" The anger instantly dissipated, leaving pure soppy romantic teenage girl in control. Claire was looking at the sight of her two sleeping friends curled up together on the couch, and she found it incredibly cute!
She stopped 'awwing' for a second, the change filling the air with silence, then Sawyer heard her sigh beside him and took her arm and guided her towards the kitchen.
"Hey what are you doing?" She asked confused as he marched her to one of the stools, and pressured her towards it.
"We'll just wait." He said to her simply, as he walked to the fridge, opened the door and start riffling through. He stood back out, and in his hands he had half a melon. "Melon?" He asked her with a dimpled grin.
She rolled her eyes at him but beckoned him over nevertheless.
Sometime later Kate began to stir, turning in the small space she had, onto her back, and lifting a hand to her face, to rub at her eyes. It was at that point, that Jack moved, alerting her to his presence again. He squirmed too, using his arms to pull her to him again. She let out a small laugh and opened her eyes to see that he was looking at her through tired eyes.
"Hi." She simply said.
"Hi." he copied her, not breaking the eye contact that currently had them in a complete trance.
Kate inched her way forward ever so slightly, which he followed, smirking at her. They were so close at that point, but neither moving. So close they could feel each other's breath beating across their skin. They'd both closed their eyes, now following their senses, and their lips were just at the point of touching...
There was an extremely loud clatter of metal from the kitchen that tore through the house and through the quiet moment they were sharing. Suddenly eyes were open again and looks of confusion were painted across their faces. That was something that wasn't supposed to happen at that point. It was supposed to still be peaceful.
Then a laugh pierced the air; a girly laugh. Claire. What the hell was Claire doing there?!
"What the…?" Jack started to question, but was cut off by Kate turning around in his arms again, breaking free, and standing, grabbing the crutches from round the side of the couch.
"I'm going to kill them." She said as she made her way towards the door, hopping along with aid. Jack jumped up after her immediately following.
"Them?" He asked frowning as he processed what she had just said to him. He'd heard Claire. Singular. At what point was there a them?
"Sawyer." She said as she burst into the kitchen and saw them.
"Yes?" Sawyer asked grinning from ear to ear, covered in white power…which also happened to be covering a good bit of the kitchen too. Claire was beside him on a stool dusted too, and clutching her sides as she was now silently laughing having no air left to make a noise.
Kate stared in horror at the kitchen. She made a step forward and had a look on her face that said she was going to kill someone. Jack didn't need to see her to know it was there and so grabbed hold of her shoulders stopping her from advancing on Sawyer. Not that she'd get very far very fast with crutches anyway, but still Kate was probably capable. And crutches could be weapons.
"YOU!!!!" She shouted from where she was. "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO THE KITCHEN?!?!" She was shouting...reeeeeeally shouting.
Claire quickly stopped laughing at that and looked at Kate who looked quite pissed.
"Er…" She stuttered.
"We came to check on that dead leg of yours, hop-a-long." He started explained. "Of course you were…resting." He said putting lots of emphasis on that and looking at Jack, who shook his head back as if to say 'not the best time, dude'. "Anywhooo, we were hungry." He finished and gestured to the mess.
"Mmmhmmm." Jack joined and then sniffed. "I think its burning."
"Oh crap." Claire stood up at that point and went to the frying pan that was currently on the gas. She took it off and picked up the spatula that was on the bench top and scrapped what looked like a very burnt pancake out of it, and straight into the bin.
Kate made to hop across the kitchen to them, having tried to calm herself, and was followed by Jack who hopped up onto a clean-ish stool.
"The others are alright." Claire said to Kate as she stood beside her. "There's still some keeping warm in the oven if you want some?" Claire offered to her, trying to get her mood to pick up. At that Sawyer bent down, opened the over and pulled out a plate that was stacked with pancakes.
"Here." He handed them over to Jack. "Now tell me they ain't no good."
Claire helped Kate up onto the stool she'd been previously sitting at and got another plate, shoveling some onto it.
Kate ate a little. Sawyer was right, they were good, and slowly her anger was disappearing with each bite.
"God I love pancakes." Kate said thoroughly enjoying the food. Sawyer was back to grinning again, which was then wiped off his face once more. "You're cleaning this entire place up though." Kate addressed him and gave him a cheeky wink, hit Jack and began hopping away again, out of the kitchen.
"You came close there, man." Jack said to Sawyer with a laugh before following her away leaving the other two to clean up the current disaster site that the kitchen resembled.
I'm just kinda writing as I can at the moment. College is back and that means full time deadness. I'm sure once LOST is back and I'm high off it, I'll be able to write fic in my sleep. ;-)
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