A/N- So here is chapter 5.It is from Jack's and Kate's point of view. I really can't think of anything else to say so, I hope you enjoy it.

The rain had been pouring down constantly for more than a day, and Jack could not stand sitting in his cave anymore. All he did was think about his father, his old life and Kate. Right now she was out there on the beach with him, with Sawyer. He knew how people sometimes acted when they had been rejected; they went for the next best thing, or the closest thing. All this time he wasted, sitting in his cave waiting for the rain to stop, she might have already turned to Sawyer. He couldn't let that happen, he couldn't lose Kate without putting up a fight.

That was of course, if she had felt rejected when he said what he said then walked away from her, or if she was the kind of woman who would turn to someone else, solely for the purpose of feeling wanted. He didn't think she was that kind of person. To him she had always seemed so independent, like she didn't need anyone. That was probably one of the reasons he didn't make a move, he thought she might just be playing a game with him. It didn't make sense to him, that someone who didn't need anyone, would try so hard or obviously to be near him.

She got to you too. The marshal's words played over in his mind again. They had played over in his mind repeatedly whenever he was near her. If what the marshal had said, had any merit, than maybe she was just playing him to get something she wanted. But what could she possibly want from him? He had nothing special to offer her, if it was only comfort she wanted, there were many other people here who would gladly provide it for her. Sawyer of course, being one of those people.

But she didn't need anyone, she didn't need him. But I need her. And with that final thought, Jack got up and walked out into the rain. He had to see her before it was too late.

Kate hated the rain. It only reminded her of bad memories that she did not want to start thinking about right now. She was wet, hungry, and at the moment was in close proximity to the man who was causing her a severe migraine. Not to mention the rivers of water flowing through the tent.

"Would you please hold still, just for a second," she said bitterly to Sawyer. She had been trying to change his bandage for the last few minutes but met with little success. He would not hold still, and she was getting very aggravated with him.

"Well honey, it kinda hurts alright. Maybe if you didn't push so hard."

"I have to push hard. If I don't you could bleed to death."

"You say that like it's a bad thing Freckles. Are you warming up to me after our little kiss?"

"At the moment, I'm thinking we would all be better off if I did let you bleed to death. Just be lucky I don't think like you."

"I'll count my blessings then, but you didn't mention our kiss."

"What about it Sawyer? And you know, you never did tell me your real name."

"Well for one, I think you rather enjoyed our kiss. And about the other, well I don't really feel like sharing right now."

"Fine."

"Okay I get it, you don't want to talk about the kiss right now."

"There, you're done. Now why don't you be quite for a while and be the strong silent type I know you to be."

"Well Freckles, if you wanted me to be quite, all you had to do is ask. But I can tell what you're thinking."

"What happened to you shutting up?"

"You don't want to talk about our kiss, because you would rather be doing it again. You're more of an action than talk kind of girl. Well I can accommodate that."

And as soon as he finished his sentence, he grabbed Kate by the waist and pulled her down on top of him, kissing her.

By the time Jack made it to the beach, he was soaking wet and had thought about what he was going to say to Kate a thousand times over. He was feeling really good about seeing her and had a smile covering his face. But when he came within sight of the tent, the smile disappeared. He stopped in his tracks as he saw Kate fall down on top of Sawyer, his hands wrapped around her waist. He watched as Sawyer leaned up and captured Kate in a deep kiss. He was too late.

He quickly turned around not wanting to see them together. He was once again filled with hatred and anger. He couldn't stay here anymore. If he did, he might finish the job Sayid had started. He had to leave, and he had to leave fast. He took off at once towards the trail back to the caves, not running but walking briskly so that the other survivors on the beach wouldn't wonder what was wrong and come after him. He couldn't deal with anyone right now.

He could barely hear the sound of Boone calling out to him above the rain and the rushing in his head. He walked a little faster toward the edge of the beach. How could she do this to him? And with Sawyer of all people? He wanted to kill Sawyer for taking Kate away from him, but he couldn't, he had to get away. And as soon as Jack was ten feet into the jungle, he began running.

He was running from all the feelings that were coursing through him. His hate for Sawyer, his feelings for Kate, his hate for Kate, his broken heart, and from himself. He was running from what he had done to make her do what she did, and he was running from what he had failed to do. He had failed again, so he ran.

As soon as Sawyer pulled Kate down and kissed her, she was pushing against him, trying to free herself from his grasp. When she was finally able to free herself from him, she stood up and backed away from him.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"What you wanted me to do Freckles."

"That is definitely not what I wanted you to do. It is actually the farthest thing from what I want you to do. And stop calling me Freckles. If you use that name one more time I'll…"

Kate didn't finish her sentence because she heard, what she thought was, Boone calling out to Jack, wondering where he was going. Please no, please tell me he didn't see this. Without thinking, Kate took off out into the pouring rain, heading towards the spot Boone and Shannon had set up camp. When she got beside the piece of plane they used as shelter, she dropped down to her knees to talk to them.

"Hey Kate, what's going on?" asked Boone.

"Was Jack just here?"

"What are you talking about?"

"Was Jack just here?" Kate asked again.

"I thought he went to see you," said Boone a little confused.

"What do you mean?"

"Well we saw him pass by here not to long ago, he was heading towards the tent. Then a second ago he passed by here again heading back into the jungle. He looked really upset."

Before Boone could ask what had happened, Kate was up and heading towards the jungle. She had to find him and tell him what happened. She had to tell him the truth.

As she ran through the jungle, Kate didn't notice the rain anymore. All that mattered was Jack. She had to find him before he totally wrote her off. She didn't even think about where she placed her feet or about the branches and leaves that wiped against her face. She had one purpose, and one purpose alone, nothing else mattered.

Kate had been running for ten minutes when she realized she still had seen no sign of Jack. She should have caught up to him by now. Unless he was running too. She stopped for a second and called out his name as loud as she could. When there was no response, she tried again even louder. There was still no response.

"Why do you chase after a man who constantly leaves you behind?"

Kate turned around at the sound of Sawyer's voice.

"I mean, I see you time and time again, running off to see him the first chance you get. I see you time and time again, putting yourself out there for him but he doesn't do anything. Now here you are, chasing after him in the pouring rain."

"What are you trying to say Sawyer?"

"What I'm trying to say, Kate, is that why do you run after him when I'm here. I'm not running away, hell I'm even running after you. But you still won't see what's right in front of you. He can't give you what you want."

"And how would you know what I want? You don't know anything about me."

"I know more than you think. Besides, he can't give you the life you want if we ever get off this Godforsaken island. I can. Just give me a chance."

"Why should I give you a chance? You used me. You lied about having the inhalers just to get a kiss from me. Jack would never do that."

"Some people would take that as a compliment; what I did to get close to you."

"You're sick, you now that."

"Sick as I am, I don't see Jack here. In fact I don't think I ever saw Jack reciprocate your feelings. All those times I saw you flirting with him, hell, even that time you took off to go save him, did he ever try to kiss you? Did he ever voice his want for you?"

"It doesn't matter if he did or didn't. All you need to know is that no matter my feelings for Jack, I'll never want to be with you. I've been with too many men like you and I'm done."

"So you want to be alone than? 'Cause that's what's going to happen if you write me off. Can't you see that Jack doesn't want you?"

"And can't you see that I don't want you? As far as being alone, I think I can handle it. I've been alone for most of my life."

With that Kate turned and headed back down the trail, looking for Jack. She was no longer running, she knew where Jack had gone and she would find him there. Besides her mind was so full of confusion that she needed the time to sort out her thoughts. The main focus being Sawyer, she just didn't get him.

A part of her felt sorry for him, for what he went through as a child, but the other part of her hated him. She hated him for the way he would constantly switch personalities. At times he would be Sawyer, the man who was cocky and arrogant, and who got on everyone's nerves. Other times, she could almost see the man he used top be; caring, unselfish, but those times were very rare. She hated how he seemed able to look right into her and see her for what she really was. She hated him for calling her Freckles, but most of all, she hated him for the fact that he was probably right. Jack didn't want her. Weather he was right of not, she had to find out for sure.

Just then Kate heard a growl coming from the bushes to her right. She froze, listening to the sound. It was close. Then she heard it growl again, this time it was even closer. Without thinking Kate took off into the bushes to her left. She heard it start to come after her so she ran harder. She knew she couldn't outrun the bear, so she quickly looked around for a tall tree to climb, knowing it would be her only chance. A few seconds later she found one and started climbing. She heard the bear crash through the bushes right behind her, and tried to climb faster. She was almost out of reach when she felt a sharp pain pierce the side of her leg. She quickly grabbed onto a higher branch and pulled herself up. She climbed as high as she could until the pain in her leg became too great. She looked down at the polar bear clawing at the tree, trying to get her. She was safe for now.

Once she got into a safe and comfortable position on the tree, she looked down at her leg. There were two big gashes running down the length of her calf, which were bleeding badly. Realizing how much blood she was losing, she quickly removed her belt and wrapped it around her leg, just below the knee, for a makeshift tourniquet. As she tightened the belt, she screamed out in pain. She nearly passed out, but was able to remain conscious, knowing she had to stay awake. The polar bear below was not about to give up.

About an hour later, the polar bear got tired of waiting and took off after a wild boar that came too close. Kate waited a while longer before she decided it was safe for her to get down. Every time she put weight on her bad leg, pain swept through her entire body. She was going to have to find a stick to use as a crutch if she wanted to make it very far. When she got to the ground, she quickly searched for a suitable stick. It wasn't until after she found a good stick and was about to head off, that she realized she didn't know which way to go. She hadn't been paying attention to her surroundings as she had run through the bushes away from the bear.

When she finally decided which direction she thought the caves to be in, she slowly started making her way through the bushes, listening for any sign that the bear might be returning. With each step the pain increased in her leg and she found herself getting dizzy. Despite her belt around her leg, she was still bleeding and losing blood, not as badly as before, but still bad enough that Kate knew she had to find help soon.

To keep her mind off the pain and dizziness, she tried to think about something else. Naturally, her thoughts drifted to Jack and Sawyer. Kate remembered the day when Jack had been trapped in the cave-in, and how Sawyer had been comparing himself to Jack. She was so happy when she saw Jack come walking towards them with Charlie. She hadn't been that happy in 17 years, and when she hugged him, she didn't ever want to let him go. She thought about what Sawyer had said that day, and knew he was wrong. Jack and Sawyer were two completely different men.

Sawyer was a mystery, who she admitted now, did have a connection with her. They were both scam artists, but that was where the connection stopped, for her anyway. She also had to admit that he did have a little charm, but it was the kind of charm you learned, it wasn't a natural charm. He also had moments when he seemed reasonably human, like when he would sit and read his letter. She didn't understand why he played the bad boy role, maybe it was to punish himself or maybe he really was like that. He wasn't always like that, she could tell, but maybe over the years, he had become the role he was trying to play.

Then there was Jack. He was a caring person who never seemed to think about himself. He was always ready to help everyone, and he never expected anything in return. He was unlike any man she had ever been with, and she couldn't stop thinking about him. Unlike Sawyer, Jack had a natural charm. He could make her smile or laugh without even trying, he just had to be himself. There were times when she thought she saw him looking at her, with affection in his eyes, but if that was true, than why didn't he do anything about it. If she brought it up, he would always change the subject.

Then there was the time when he and Sayid had taken Sawyer off into the woods and tortured him. She was shocked to know that he would do that. But she had to realize that everyone could have a dark side, even Jack.

As Kate was walking, she didn't see the slope in front of her until it was too late. She slipped on a slick patch of moss and her feet flew out from under her. She tumbled down the slope until she came to a stop at the bottom where she hit her head on a tree. Lying sprawled on the ground, the rain pounding down on her, I hate the rain, was the last thought that passed through her mind before she passed out.

When Jack could no longer run, he stopped to catch his breath. As he rested against a tree, he thought he heard someone call his name. He held his breath and listened, waiting to see if he was right. Just when he had given up he heard it again, and he could have sworn it sounded like Kate. He waited again, straining to hear his name again but there was only the sound of the rain.

He got up and started walking, blaming the rain and his own head for what he had thought he heard. He had only heard her calling for him because he wanted it to happen. Before he had stopped running, he had been hoping that Kate was running after him, to tell him that it was all a misunderstanding and that she didn't want Sawyer, she wanted him. He was foolish to think that would happen. She wouldn't come running after him.

When Jack was only a few minutes away from the caves her thought he heard a growl, coming from back down the trail. He stopped again and listened, he heard it again a few seconds later, but it sounded as if it was moving away from him so he didn't worry. But just in case, he stayed to listen a while longer. He had heard nothing for a while when he thought he heard a scream. Okay I'm really starting to lose my mind, he thought before he turned and walked the rest of the way to the caves.

As he walked by the other survivors, he gave them each a nod and a smile. He pretended like nothing was wrong. He couldn't let them see that he was hurting; he had to be strong for all of them. They were all counting on him. If he showed any weakness, they would think less of him and then they might all lose hope. He couldn't let that happen. He had to be the hero, and heroes didn't feel any pain.

But he was hurting, no matter what he showed to the others. And again he couldn't help but think of Kate. She was the only one he was able to show what he really felt. Except of course, his feelings for her. She was the only one who wouldn't think less of him if he said he was tired, or hurt or scared. It almost seemed that she thought more of him when he told her the truth.

When he got to his cave, he took off his wet clothes and put on dry ones. He grabbed a bottle of water and sat down, leaning his back against the wall. His mind drifted back to the day he was caught in the cave after it collapsed. He remembered when he and Charlie had come walking around the corner and seen Walt. He remembered seeing Kate appear from behind the rock, and he remembered the look in her eyes when she saw him. He thought she had looked so relieved and so happy to see him. He loved the way she looked right then, even with her face dirty and sweaty. And when she hugged him, he thought there was more to it than the kind of hug Hurley gave Charlie. But he must have just imagined it, because she was on the beach with Sawyer, she wasn't thinking about him.

No one bites back as hard
On their anger
None of my pain an' woes
Can show through

Well there is the end of this chapter. I decided to add it on because it was already written. If you guys want me to write another chapter let me know. And thanks to all those who have reviewed in the past, you guys are awesome.