DISCLAIMER: This is my next story of my Jack and Kate lovefest. i'll have some Sawyer soon. Anyways watch out for some sensuality and maybe some language i think. Enjoy!

Thirty Days on the Island

Thirty days on the island. Thirty days on that merciless island. No sigh of a rescue plane above and no rescue boat on the horizon. Most had moved form the beach to the caves. With the tide coming closer and closer to the outskirts of the jungle it forced those who stayed to move farther into the woods. There was only a dozen or so that stayed. The rest had given into the thought of survival. But the ones who stayed still had hope. Hope that the next morning a boat would appear on the horizon.

Kate was the only one who slept both at the beach and caves. Taking on responsibility of watching over the people on the beach as Jack did so for the people at the caves. She had become den mother to Jack's father figure. The two had become close over the days. Spending thirty days and nights with somebody they saw through the façade to the real person. To the heart. She kept Jack level and clam as he protected her and saw her for the real her.

Walking through the camp Kate headed over to the pond to fill some water bottles. She really needn't do it, but she was trying to keep herself as busy as possible. The day before when she was out on the beach Jack had passed out at the caves. With him being a stubborn as he is he didn't want any help. That morning when Kate woke up he was already up and heading out to hunt with Michael and Locke. It worried her that something would happen to him and he wouldn't let anyone help him.

Looking over to he shoulder she saw everyone going about their marry way. Then there sat Charlie alone strumming his guitar. Every since they had found Claire's body he pushed himself away from every one. They didn't wanna tell him, but what would they say. As she topped off the water bottle she headed over towards Charlie. Walking past she looked down to where Claire used to sit. Jack had left it alone. Honoring her memory he sat nothing there.

Coming to Charlie she squatted down. He looked up to her. His neck had finally healed.

"Here." She said handing him the water bottle.

"Thanks" He said with a small smile as he took the bottle. It was the first time she had seen him smile in a while.

"How you holding up?" She asked sitting down next to him.

"Good." He whispered as he went back to playing his guitar.

"That's good.' She replied as she watching him gently pluck every sting carefully. Sitting there she listened to him he sing to himself.

"What's the song?' Kate asked. Charlie stopped and looked up to Kate. Tears formed in his eyes.

"It's about Claire." He whispered. Kate said nothing. Just rested a comforting hand on his back.

"We need some help here!' Michael's voice screamed. Kate and Charlie's eyes wondered over towards it. Michael staggered into to the camp holding up Jack. Kate quickly jumped up and rushed over.

"Jack.' She whispered as she looked over his slightly beaten face. He looked up with a weary gaze.

"Kate.' He slightly chuckled. Quickly Kate took Michael's place balancing Jack's body against her own.

"Kate you can't." Michael began.

"I've got it." She assured him as she carrying Jack turned away. Michael looked away rolling his eyes.

"She's as stubborn as he is." He sighed.

Kate stumbled over to the area where Jack kept the medical supplies. Stopping she took Jack's arm from around her next and slowly helped him to sit down before her. Getting up she went around looking through all his bags for supplies. From what she could see all he had was a couple of wounds.

So she gathered up the peroxide, some clothe, and any bandages she could find. While she did this she could feel Jack's eyes following her every move. He wanted to tell her to leave it, but he knew she wouldn't. Instead he kept quiet and waited for her to tent to him.

Kneeling before him she looked him strait in the eyes. Somewhat asking for permission to help him. Getting the answer she looked over his face. Turning his face with her and she examined his forehead where a small cut had newly stopped breathing. Taking the bottle of peroxide and cloth in hand she poured some on the cloth. Gently she pressed it to the cut. Jack winced at the sudden sting. Kate looked back and forth between cleaning the cut and his face.

"You wanna tell me what happened?' She asked cleaning the last of the cut.

His eyes wondered up to her as she reached for another cloth.

"You mean we can't keep another secret from each other?" He asked. Looking down to him she couldn't help but smile. They had told each other everything after she told him about her past. They didn't want to be like they were that night.

"So what happened?" She asked again. He inhaled slowly.

"Well we were haunting the boar. We were making our way up to it when Michael made a sudden noise." He began as he winced as she brought the cloth to another cut.

"That's what happened with us." Kate laughed.

"It took charge." She chuckled.

"Well anyways it came after us so we started running in different directions. Next then I knew I was on my back laying on top of a root of a tree." He finished explaining.

A laugh came form Kate.

"What?" Jack questioned.

"After all that had happened to you. The fall the hallucinations you get knocked out by tripping over a root." She said trying hard not to laugh.

"I didn't get knocked out Kate." He contradicted.

"Yeah. That wasn't Mike helping you walk into here." She said sarcastically as she got up.

"Well I hurt my back pretty back I think." He said as he tried his best to turn around and look.

Grabbing more cloths Kate made her way behind Jack to see his back. She was almost at aw of how much blood was soaked into his shirt.

"What?" Jack asked trying to get another look at it.

"Nothing. Nothing." Kate said shaking her head. Kneeling down behind him she reached around to his stomach. Grabbing the ends of his shirt and slowly pulled it up. Raising his arms Jack gasped out in pain. Pulling it over his head she quickly took it from him so he wouldn't see.

Turning back she slowly dropped to her knees. A long cut ran down the side of his spine which was spotted with bruises. He was lucky. If he would've landed a little bit the wrong way he could have severed part of his spine. What good would a spinal surgeon be without use of his spine? She had to clean the cut before she could bandage it.

"How bad is it?" Jack asked turning his head to her. She looked to him knowing she couldn't lie. "It's not good." She sighed.

Inhaling she took a cloth and nearly soaked it. Preparing herself for the pain Jack would endure she gently pressed it to the cut.

"Ah!" He yelled out.

"Sorry." She apologized.

"It's ok.' He gasped. Feeling sick to her stomach she blotted the cloth around his back trying to quickly clean it up. Every time he gasped in pain she felt sicker.

Once she had cleaned as much as she could she sat there staring at his back. It looked painful. The bruises now overshadowed the cut. Looking down at his side she saw the cut he had gotten from the crash. It had healed up nicely since she took the stitches out. It was just a small scar now.

No matter small, the new cut bothered her. She bandaged it up carefully. Still with it covered it antagonized her. Extending her hand she pressed her fingers lightly to the to the bandage.