Jack & Kate fan fiction
Written by
Elusive One
All made up. Characters, original plot is by the writers of "Lost."
Chapter Two: Fallen Hero
A couple of minutes passed after a patient died on his table. Jack was still sitting on a chair beside the table. A slam through the door broke the silence in the room.
"What the hell did you do?" Jack's father yelled. "How could you make such a stupid mistake?" Mr. Shepherd continued.
"I… I'm sorry. I'm so sorry…" Jack cried.
His father grabbed him by his arm. "You're sorry? Sorry is not going to bring back your"
"Hey, Jack!" Charlie yelled. "Jack!"
Jack opened his eyes and found Charlie in front of him. He stood up and dusted off his pants. "What?" He asked Charlie.
"Claire needs to talk to you," Charlie pointed behind him.
Jack walked towards Claire and knelt beside her. "Are you okay?" Jack asked. Claire smiled and adjusted herself.
"I'm doing very well. And you?" Claire said.
"I'm… okay. Did you want something? You seem okay… so…" Jack waited.
Jack sat beside her.
"I just wanted to know when your birthday was. When's your birthday?" Claire asked.
Jack looked down and smiled. He lifted his head up and turned to her. "Claire…"
"Hey, Jack!" Michael yelled.
Jack quickly turned to Michael.
"Walt fell, got a couple of scratches… do you mind?" Michael said and turned back to Walt.
Jack stood up. "We'll talk later," he smiled at Claire.
"Oh… did you want some peanut butter?" Claire pointed at the empty bottle.
Jack cringed and walked away.
After Jack took care of Walt, he walked towards Charlie, who was getting a bottle of water. "Is that for Claire?" Jack asked.
"Yes," Charlie answered as he placed the top back on.
"Good, I think she needs some water. She's a little delusional. She just offered me peanut butter from an empty bottle so make sure you take care of your girlfriend," Jack said.
"She's not delusional. Have you tasted it? Really good. I think it's Peter Pan. And she's not my girlfriend, she's my pregnant-friend." He smiled and walked away.
Jack picked up the bags that contained a couple of bottles filled with water to bring to the other survivors on the beach. "Hey, Hurl, you want to come with me? Back to the beach?" Jack asked.
"Are you kidding? I mean, do you really…" Hurley said.
"I'll come with you," Shannon stood up.
Hurley, Boone and Jack quickly looked at her.
"No, you should stay. It's not probably all that good for you," Jack said.
Shannon took one of the back packs and carried it. "I'll be fine. I'll take a bag of these things Sun gathered."
Jack stopped and dropped the bag and began to drink. "You want some?" He asked Shannon.
"Thanks," she took the bottle and took a sip.
"How's your breathing?" Jack asked.
"It's fine. Thank you, you saved my life. Sun too, but you're the one who gave it time," Shannon held the bottle back.
"You're welcome," Jack took the bottle and put it away.
"So, can't wait to see her?" Shannon asked as they continued to walk on.
"Who?" Jack asked.
"Right. Who?, my ass. Miss. Kate, of course. The one who shot the marshal." Shannon smiled.
"She didn't shoot anyone," Jack quickly came into Kate's defense.
Jack and Shannon looked at each other once they heard noises from a far.
"Run!" Jack yelled to Shannon.
Jack made sure he had his eyes on Shannon and ran right behind her. He grabbed the knife Locke had given him as they ran. Before he was able to turn around to defend himself, the boar ran him over as his head hit on a large rock.