Hey all, good news, I've finished this story… Bad news I still don't have my other computer back yet:( So I'll work from wear I was on it (page 94 jeez) on the crappy. Good news my school exploded! Huzzah! Lol I'm serious all the water pipes burst and now I have no ceiling on my math room, so I might be home for awhile…
Broken Promises
Chapter 7
The Answer Was C
She felt very much gone, she knew when she had reached the limits and she was so far beyond them right now that she couldn't even recognize anything. She closed her eyes to let sleep claim her, but stinging stabs kept bringing her back awake.
She felt the cold tip of the needle enter her skin, she felt as the thread pulled her broken body back together, most of all she felt Jack's emotions, she could sense that it was paining him to do this to her.
She knew first hand what it was like, memories of the first day came flooding back, when Jack had looked at her with such reliance, like he needed her so. That was the first time in her life that Kate felt needed, and it was by a complete stranger.
He sewed quickly, masterfully even, much better then her. But then again he had gone to school for healthcare. She couldn't picture him doing anything else, he was such a kind, trusting person.
She remembered when she had pocketed the key from the Marshall's pocket, the pain on his face from being betrayed, his eyes spiteful because he trusted her. He trusted everyone, it was who he was.
She felt him finished her second wrist, forcing her torn skin together once again, picking up the pieces of her. He gently placed a silky piece of gauze over the stitches as he had done with her other arm. He then gently taped it up, with the material found in the first aid kit.
"Done," she heard Jack say still shaken by the whole ordeal. She opened her eyes and sent him a smile, the biggest one she could muster which was unfortunately very small.
"Should I head back to the beach now?" Kate asked half jokingly, half interested in what Jack wanted to do.
He chuckled, "I don't think so, Charlie brought your stuff awhile ago, so if you want to change your clothes are here."
"I need to change," Kate explained.
Jack retrieved her bag for her and helped her to sit up, she rummaged through the bag and came out with a pair of pants and another tank top, "While you change, I'll find the aspirin, you're going to need some for tonight and some for tomorrow," he added.
"Jack," she said shyly, when he looked to her she continued, "I don't think I can dress myself."
He looked to her confusedly, "I could go get Sun and try to explain to her what happened," he suggested.
Kate shook her head, "Don't wake her up, I mean you're a doctor aren't you? Can't you just help me, you're already here. Besides I'll still have my bra on," she added.
Jack swallowed hard, "Yeah, I guess," he replied and sat down next to her with the aspirin, and a bottle of water, "Take this first," Jack enlightened and gave her the medication.
After she gulped it down, he watched her as she moved her hands slowly to the bottom of her shirt, unable to pull it at all, "I could use some help you know," she exclaimed weakly.
"Sorry," he replied automatically, reaching for her shirt, Jack wasn't sure which one made him more nervous, removing her shirt or sewing her wrists. The thin material slid up her back and to her shoulders and in his mind the words 'Just a friend' repeated like a mantra.
He held her arm gently, as the fabric slid off her smooth skin, then quickly repeated the act with the other arm then pulled the mangled shirt over her head and abandoned it on the floor.
The skin on her back is buried beneath numerous scratches, traveling like roads and highways on a map. Goosebumps begin to rise on her skin and Jack quickly replaced the new top, covering her torso.
That wasn't so bad, Jack thought he's done harder things, but this used all bottled up will, in restraining himself.
"I need help with my pants too," Kate explained before he got up and left, she closed her eyes suddenly.
"Are you okay?" Jack asked returning to his seat beside her.
Kate placed her forehead in her hand, "I just got dizzy," Kate replied.
"It's probably from the blood loss," Jack suggested, "Just take it easy for a few seconds, it'll pass."
He was so close to her, so close she could feel his balmy breath crawling all over and warming her skin. And like always she could feel his eyes, watching her every movement, her every gasp. She could always tell when he was watching her, because she didn't feel so alone.
She chanced opening her eyes, and to her best of luck she found that the cave was no longer spinning.
Jack smiled at her reassuringly, "Better?"
"Much," she added then struggled with her blue jeans' zipper, then sighed frustrated, "I can't do this."
"It's okay Kate," Jack comforted, "Take it easy, straining your wrists right now, is not a good move."
She nodded lightly, and watched as his hands moved for her zipper. She loves his hands, they move so gracefully, they defeat gravity, and anything he does with them seems to put her in a trance. She's wished numberless times that she could feel his hands move all over her body since the first time she's seen them work, like a dream.
Kate wondered if he could feel her heart beating rapidly, like a bird frantically flapping its wings to get away from a predator. How can he be so calm? She asked herself. Then it hit Kate like a sack of bricks, He doesn't like me that way.
She looked down and was surprised to see her muddy jeans almost completely off. But Jack removed them very slow around her engorged knees, sitting on the broken stiff concrete for two hours did some damage to them.
Kate sighed lightly, not to alert Jack. He doesn't feel the same way, she repeated to herself wearing a disappointed look, He doesn't feel anything right now.
Jack finished guiding the cold clinging pants over her grazed knees, they were beginning to swell and he imagined how much they hurt. He had no idea how long she sat on the concrete, but whatever the amount of time, it was way to long.
Jack looked up and saw her grin weakly, and did nothing but return it. He pulled of the pants and threw them to the side of the cave. They hit the wall with a faint sound and Jack grabbed her new pants.
Ignoring the voice which kept telling him he was madly in love with Kate was becoming harder. He wanted nothing more then to kiss ever single bruise she had, kiss her pain both physically and emotionally away.
But the stricter part in him would not let down its guard. His dad had forced him to always listen to the intelligent answers. There was no time for love on the island, it told him, work on surviving.
Jack gently grabbed her foot and directed through the new pant leg, then did the same with the other foot, "I've got this part," Kate explained and shuffled the pants up her waist.
How could Jack stay alive on the island if all he did was worry about surviving? It would undoubtedly drive him crazy. So what was the harm of kissing Kate, or holding her, or doing more?
But if they got rescued, would they stay together, go separate ways? Would she go to jail? Too many questions were risen for him to get anywhere with Kate except past the stranger stage.
"Jack?" she placed a cool hand on his bicep. Covering the tattoo she repeatedly asked him about, "Are you okay, you look like you're having an argument with yourself."
"No, I'm fine," he replied shaking his head, clearing them off the debates. He reached over and did the zipper on her cargo pants up. Then abruptly stood up, "You can sleep in here, I'll go sleep by the fire," he explained gathering his stuff.
"Jack, you don't have to," Kate disclosed, she adjusted on the blanket as she slowly lowered herself back down.
Ou do I dare say it? I think I do...CLIFFHANGER!!!! So you think Jack'll go sleep by da fire or stay with Kate? (Come on I'm not that mean…)
FanOfLost Oh Ethan will definitely get what's coming to him, 1000 times over…
Lol no I only had two more chapters to write! But now I'm done
Awesome! I've been told I inspire people to do things, though most of them are bad…
Pink Pinker
A) Come on, why would Jack change his attitude towards Kate, I mean after all this is only a K/J story…
B) Hurley's busy reading the bunny story to Sawyer at the time being, but who knows maybe he'll be done this century…
C) Lol I actually wrote that Jack told Charlie to go get Kate's closed and I was like, Man I'm an idiot…
D) All of the above (the safe choice;) )
More fluffiness coming to ya…
And you totally get a cookie, you got it right on! Besides awkward is fun..
Auroramist Ahh went with the safe answer of D, sorry but nope, not in this chapter at least…
Leigh Yeah it totally was, woo hoo for fluffy scenes!
CrAzYhOrSeGiRl88 Hmm, Jack did change a bit, but he's still got his father's voice in his head telling him what to do, because you know he's completely whipped. Ethan will be a problem until he makes another quick appearance. And yeah, Kate needed new clothes and who better to help her huh?
Oreata Nope, all of the choices might eventually happen though…
Lara Chubb of Deep Hollow Yeah You are right! Way to be! Wooo hoo! Major fluffiness still on the way, wait till you see the after effects of Jack's choice!!
MusicMonkey88 Sorry but it wasn't B But who knows…maybe it'll happen in the near future…
Next Chapter Will Jack stay with Kate or go to the fire, is she genuinely scared or just conning him? Read next chapter up tonight to find out!