Special treat #3. This chapter is for Starry Ocean, who requested drunk Jack, Kate and Sawyer. I hoe you enjoy it!

This is set on island, somewhere maybe around s2… without all the canon that happened in s2. They did find the hatch, and they're just … living on the island ;)

A Long Night

Jack's POV

"Are we there yet?" Sawyer's voice is like nails on a chalkboard to my ears, and he has not shut up since we left the beach, "are you even sure you're on the right way?"

Did he even have to come? No one made him. I just passed by the beach to tell them that I am going on a hike to find a Dharma station that the French woman had drawn on her map. But then, of course, Kate had to say she is coming along too because Kate cannot miss out on a good hike into the heart of darkness. I admit, the thought of going on a three, four day hike with Kate sounded great, but then Sawyer had to butt in. When does he ever join on these kind of hikes? Wouldn't he rather be sunbathing on the beach or something?

"No one asked you to come, James," I say, enjoying the glare of annoyance at using his real name.

"Well, doc, I would not have Freckles and you out her in the middle of the jungle doing God knows what," he smirks and I fight the urge to turn around I punch him, "some one has to keep an eye on two lovebirds."

"Shut up, James," Kate's voice is exasperated as she pushes ahead of him.

"Jack," she says, walking next to me now, and I can feel her warm, sweaty arm brush against mine, "it is getting dark, do you think we should set up camp for the evening?"

"Well, according to Rousseau's map, the station should be just around that cluster of trees over there," I saw pointing towards the trees just ahead of us, "if we don't find it, then' we'll make camp there and pick this up in the morning."

She nods in approval and picks up the pace, ignoring Sawyer's annoyed muttering behind us.

Kate's POV

Fortunately, the station is just where the map said it would be. And it was especially lucky for Jack because Sawyer looked like he was ready to hit him. We stare for a while at the symbol at the door. It is the typical Dharma octagon with a trapezoid in the middle.

"What the hell is it supposed to be?" Sawyer chimes in from my left.

"Well, according to the notes it says bouchon," Jack says, raising an eyebrow in confusion.

"Which means?..." Sawyer trails off.

"No idea," both Jack and I say in unison, and share a quick smile. I feel my cheeks turn red and I pray that Sawyer didn't see that because I could not live with another of his taunting.

"I knew we shoulda brought Sticks along with us," Sawyer smirked, and the three of us laugh at the idea of Shannon leaving the beach and actually doing something.

"Let's check this place out, then," Jack says as he pushes the doors open.

We separate and look around the station, checking to see if we could find any supplies, food, clothes… anything that could be useful back on the beach. I am looking in what appears to be an office, with stacks of paper with notes and inventory, all in French, appropriately, when I hear Sawyer squeel. Yes, he fucking squeels in what I hope is a sound of happiness.

"What was that?" Jack says, running quickly down the hall towards the source of the sound.

"I think it was Sawyer," I say, catching up behind him.

We reach the room that Sawyer is standing in, and we see him in the middle of a large dark room, his jaw is somewhere next to his knees in astonishment, his wide open.

"What is it," Jack says as he reaches the middle of the room and turns towards what Sawyer is looking at. Sawyer says nothing, and instead Jacks gasps loudly and let's out a breathless ".GOD!"

Sawyer's POV

I never in a million years would have thought that one day I would echo John Locke's words, but here I stand and all I can think is "THIS PLACE IS A MIRACLE!"

Before me is a sight that would bring the mightiest of men to their knees. Dharma sure knew what they were doing on this island. The trapezoid on the door now makes a lot of sense. This is the Cork Station. As in bottle cork. As in thousands and thousands and thousands of wine bottles.

I slam my hand against the doc's back. This was definitely worth the day long trek.

The doc looks like a twelve year old seeing his first pair of D-cup breasts. And I guess I must look the same. Freckles is slightly less amused, but she'll come around. Tonight is going to be one hell of an evening.

Two hours later and each of us is surrounded with more empty bottles than we can count. Even the typically conservative and uptight doctor Shephard is giggling like a fool as he tosses his forth bottle onto the couch.

"Let's play a game," I declare, and Jack shakes his head, and Kate argues, "I'm not playing I never with you again!"

"No, not I never," I reply, "Truth or Dare."

Somehow Jack agrees to my plan, and I come to the realization that I like Jack, when he's drunk.

Kate gives up her argument and decides to go first.

"Sawyer, truth or dare?" she says, and I feel like a challenge, so I ask for a dare.

She giggles loudly, and says, "I dare you to walk across the table without falling off."

I look towards the table she is pointing to, and I am sure there is something wrong with that table. It is fucking dancing across the room! It takes me a good minute to actually stand on it, and two steps later I fall flat on face. Lucking we put mattresses on the floor for the evening. I land graciously, millimeters from the doc's thigh, and he slaps me away like I'm a fruit fly attacking his lunch.

The game goes on for a while, mostly with truth questions because we are all too drunk to get to our feet. For the record, the doc had his first kiss when he was twelve with a fifteen year old girl, lost his virginity at seventeen and his favorite band is Nirvana. Kate on the other hand, had her first kiss at six! Although she says t doesn't count, but to that I say, bullshit! They all count. She lost her virginity at twenty and her favorite musician is Patsy Cline.

Kate does not handle her liquor well and neither does Jack apparently. I, on the contrary am still very much sober. The evening is fantastic to be honest, except for the yodeling unicorn. That son of a bitch just won't shut up.

I get bored of the truth questions and want to move back to dares. I get no argument from Kate or Jack. One of them is busy arguing with the pillow about tax laws, and the other is singing mother goose songs.

"Freckles, I dare you to take off your shirt," I proclaim loudly, and her face turns into a brighter shade of red than it already is.

"NUH UH!" she says, folding her arms tightly over her chest. Jack's giggling on the other side of the mattress, and that big tough guy giggles like a little girl.

"Come on, Freckles! I wanna see boobies!" I say, pouting adorably, I might add.

Jack keeps looking between the two of us, and I can see he wants the same thing too.

"Freckles, Doc wants to see boobies too, are you gonna deny that pretty face?" I argue my case and the doc's eyes widen in shock.

"What? I said nothing!" he claims but the look in his eyes, staring at Kate's breasts, says something else.

Kate grabs my backpack and pulls out a magazine and throws it at me, "here, you can stare at all the boobies you want," as the Playboy lands in my lap. I take a moment to enjoy the cover before tossing it to Jack.

"Ok, Jacky-boy, your turn," I say, "I dare you to kiss Kate. On. The. Lips."

It is the doc's turn to turn another shade of red as he tries to stumble with a reply.

I am pretty sure who will try to find a way out of it, but instead, he slides over towards Kate, whose eyes widen in shock. Jack ducks his head quickly and plants a quick, chaste kiss on Kate's lips.

"oh, come on! That was pathetic! I kiss my grandmother more passionately!" I say, and the pair looks at me bewildered. "Kiss her like you mean it, man!"

Did I just encourage Jack to kiss Freckles passionately? Freckles? And Doc? No, no that's just wrong. They won't do it. Plus, Jack is too uptight to make out with someone in front of me. Shouldn't he be the righteous one? He wouldn't kiss a girl if she's drunk! Taking advantage of people is my thing not his.

But I guess it is an evening of surprises, because the doc just goes for it! His lips are back on Kate's in a millisecond. She grabs the back of his head and moans in his mouth. The bastard takes the opportunity to push a tongue in her mouth! She's scratching the back on his neck and this is getting out of control!

"Alright, alright! You guys proved your point! Let's move to the next round," I say, but my words fall on deaf ears, "you guys!"

Kate has somehow managed to pull Jack on top of her and she was now lying back on the mattress, and his hand is under her shirt! What the hell are these people doing!

"ARE YOU KIDDING ME!" I yell, but somehow they still cannot hear me. Their legs are now tangled around each other, and I think I am going to get sick, "ok, you two! This is disgusting! I don't want to watch this!"

Jack start nibbling at Kate's neck and her legs wrap around her waist. I know for sure that I'm going to get sick.

"Screw you two," I say, turning around and burying my head under the pillow to avoid their moans and groans.

This is going to be a long, long night.