Chapter 2 - Downpour
The castaway's seeked refuge from the ongoing storm that attacked the camp. The constant downpours hadn't let up all day. There were thankfully breaks between the thunder and lightening giving them time to get themselves to a more secure area. While many people found themselves under plane wreckage or even retreating into the jungle, Jack and Kate remained in the medical tent along with an ever-pestilent Sawyer.
"Look hero, obviously this 'camp' as you call it isn't working. Whenever we're hit by another storm we're all running around like chickens with their heads cut off looking for shelter. Don't you think it's about time we built something?"
Jack rolled his eyes and handed Kate one of the blankets, "And what exactly do you suggest we build something with?"
"I don't know, jungles full of wood and shit."
"Hate to break it to you, but we unfortunately are lacking the supplies needed to make anything of the 'wood and shit'." Kate said.
Jack stood and fixed one side of the tent that was letting water in, "For now we're just going to have to make due with what we've been given. If you want to attempt something on your own, then by all means, go ahead."
Sawyer scoffed and quickly exited, "what the hell kind of leader are you."
"I'm not one," he said as he watched Sawyer get drenched.
"You are Jack. I know you don't want to be, but the truth is, everyone looks to you for guidance. They're not meaning to burden you, they just...don't know what else to do."
"I just wish they looked to someone else for leadership. Like you or Sayid."
"There's just something about you that makes everyone feel like it's going to be ok. You give people hope, you give me hope."
Her soft words affected him differently then they should have. She was just trying to stop him from being discouraged, but all she was doing was making him fall for her harder.
He stared at her for a few seconds before finally breaking his gaze. It had been nearly two days since that kiss. That kiss that kept him up at night, that kiss that plagued his thoughts during the day. That kiss that made him want so much more from her.
They hadn't even spoken about it. The next time her saw her after that was just to check on her knee injury, but Claire was with her during it.
"How's the knee feeling?" he questioned her, breaking the silence.
She smiled and shook her head, "Is that all you have to say to me?"
A lump in his throat developed and he couldn't help but stutter. She made him feel like he had never been around a woman before, "What else is there to say?"
Her smile faded and she approached him. He could feel his heart beating faster and faster as she came closer.
By the time she was so close he could hear her breathing he was afraid she could hear the rapid speed of his pulse.
"So much," she whispered, "but I would rather you not say anything at all."
She slowly and yet lustfully kissed him and slid her arms around his neck. He devoured her lips and moved his hands up her back.
Neither of them noticed the rain that stopped out side or the sun beaming through the tent.
She pulled back for a second to catch her breath, but he gave her no time as he pulled her back to him. They sank onto the ground and began pulling each other's filthy, dirt covered shirts off. His lips moved from her mouth and found their way to her neck. He heard her moan and could hardly stop himself from doing the same.
As they were soon to reach the point of no return the sudden direct sunlight that entered the tent made them come back to reality much sooner than either wanted.
They simultaneously looked up and saw an angry face at the entrance of the tent.
"Hope I'm not interrupting something," Sawyer said as he came in. Obviously not at all embarrassed by what he had just walked in on.
Jack retrieved Kate's orange tank top and handed it to her before finding his own shirt.
He coughed and avoided Kate's eyes, "Was there something you need Sawyer?"
Sawyer, who was making the situation much more difficult than it needed to be, remained silent for a few seconds and gave them both an look of disapproval, like a parent would have given their hormonal child.
"Thought after you saw some of the damage the storm just did you might change your mind about fixing up the camp."
The last thing on Jacks mind right now was the camp, but he figured if he didn't respond, Sawyer might never leave, "Oh fine I'll check it out in a second."
When he didn't leave Jacks anger grew, "I said I'd check it out in a second, now if you don't mind..." he motioned to the door.
Sawyer gave them one last disgusted look before exiting.
"I thought he would never leave."
"He'll probably come back in if you don't go check out what he's talking about." She fixed her shirt and stood.
"He can wait."
She smiled and kissed him once more, "No, this can. We've got nothing but time remember?"
As he watched her walk away it was finally the first time since the crash that he was so thankful for all the time they had.