Chapter Two: Kate's Plan

Kate woke up with a start. She was lying on the ground, covered with a blanket. Jack was asleep beside her, with one arm around her shoulders. She slowly sat up, and slipped her feet into her boots. As she laced them up, she felt Jack stir at her side.

"Morning," he said groggily.

"I didn't want to wake you," she offered, continuing to tie her shoes.

"Where are you off to?" Jack asked as he sat up.

"There's something that I have to do," Kate announced passively.

"Well what is it? Maybe I can help."

"No, Jack." Kate's answer was vague, and Jack didn't like the feeling that it gave him.

"Where exactly are you going?" he asked in his "Doctor Jack" voice. Kate nodded towards the highest slope on the island. "Why do you have to go all the way up there?"

"Jack, please, I can't tell you. I just have to go," Kate said, standing up. She gave him a slow smile, biting her bottom lip, and picked up her pack. "I'll be back tomorrow," she said. Jack sighed, giving up.

"I'll see you then," he said quietly. Kate walked to the opening of a jungle path, but Jack's voice made her pause. "Kate… be careful."

As she climbed, Kate thought of the task ahead of her. If this plan worked, they would all be rescued by the following afternoon. Feather beds and real food would await them. But it all depended on one very tiny object.

By mid-afternoon, Kate had reached her destination. She took a quick swig out of a water bottle, sitting on the edge of a boulder to rest. But only for a moment.

Kate stood and pulled the little plastic airplane from the envelope in the Halliburton case out of her pocket.

"It belonged to the man I killed," she thought with a smile. That was her best act yet. If you studied the mechanism, you would never see the seam. You'd never know what it really was.

But her thoughts swiftly turned back to her mission. Kate wondered how much battery the device had left. She twisted the tail off of the plane and turned the tiny microphone on.

"Jailbird to Home-base, come in, Home-base," she said, in a short, repeated rhythm.

…..

Marshall Flinkman looked up from his paperwork. He had been hearing the voice in his head so often that he didn't even think it was real now. It had been almost two months since the mysterious plane crash, and no matter how long he studied the maps, Marshall could not find the location. He only wished that the little airplane would work. He could remember the day that he gave it to her perfectly

"This, looks like a little airplane," he said, lifting it above his head in his right hand. "Brruuumm," he moaned mimicking an engine, and then a crash.

Everyone at the op-tech meeting was looking at him like he was nuts. "But it's not," Marshall continued, "See; you just turn the little knob at the end." Marshall turned the airplane's tail and continued with his demonstration.

After the meeting the plane and some other of their gadgets were shipped to Sydney to set up Kate's alias as a thief.

"Jailbird to Home-base, come in, Home-base." When the voice repeated, Marshall knew that it was real. He threw a headset on and dashed to the computer, fumbling with his beeper.

"Jailbird, is that you?" he asked.

"Home-base, do you read me?" Kate shouted into the microphone, laughing with joy.

"Roger that. Read you loud and clear. It's so great to hear your voice. We all thought you were dead, but, well, obviously…"

"Marshall, listen," Kate interrupted quickly, "I don't know how much battery this thing has left, so I have to make this fast. The airplane crashed on a deserted island. Can you triangulate the signal I'm sending out?"

"Uh, Roger that. I'm doing so as we speak," Marshall said as Marcus Dixon entered the room. He and the others: Sydney and Jack Bristow, Michael Vaughn, Eric Weiss, and Arvin Sloane, had gotten Marshall's page, and hurried to his lab. They could all hear Kate's voice on the other end of the microphone.

"Good, send help as soon as you can," Kate said. "There were over forty survivors, but we're not alone. There are polar bears and a French wom-"

"What happened?" Sydney asked.

"We lost her," Weiss stated.

"Actually, I found her," Marshall said with a cheesy grin.

"Were did the plane crash, Marshall?" Sloane asked calmly.

"According to every map on the entire internet, somewhere in the middle of the Pacific Ocean," he said with wonder.

…..

"There are polar beards and a French woman who has been stuck here for sixteen years," Kate said into the microphone. Then she heard a brief static-like noise as the device clicked off.

She sat and stared at the little airplane for almost twenty minutes. It had been a matter of seconds, but she had made contact with someone in Los Angeles. With any luck help was on the way!

Kate struggled to remain calm as she screwed the two pieces of the airplane back together and started to make her way back down the mountain. With as little time as the signal was running, she had faith that Marshall was talented enough to find them.

When she walked back into the camp at dawn the next morning, it was a huge battle for Kate to contain her hope and excitement. She looked around sadly at all the faces that had become so familiar in the past few weeks.

"Kate?" Jack said dropping down beside her. She looked up at him and smiled. "We need to talk."

"About what happened the other night?" Kate asked hopefully. Jack nodded. "I think I love you," she whispered. Jack leaned over towards her but just before their lips touched, the moment was interrupted.

"A boat!"


Review Returns (Plus an A/N at the very bottom) :

CrAzYhOrSeGiRl88- Thanx for the review, it was great. The dream was actually added at the last minute, as a space-waster. Lol. I didn't know how to connect that scene to the next morning. I think I got it now!

ilovecherries123- I always try to keep the people in character. I don't usually like to read stories it the authors drastically change the characters. I hope someone will let me know if I start doing that. Thank you for your review.

rain 1657- Thank you so much for reviewing. On Charles Jack Littleton Pace: Everyone and their dog had named Claire's baby Charlie. I wanted something original, but I loved the sentimental value. I started thinking of another show I used to watch. When one of the main characters had a baby, she named him "Colin Jesse" after his dad and the doctor who delivered him. So hence, C.J. was born.

bwcheer- I loved Jack's counting story in the Pilot, and I just had to use it again. Thanks for your review.

JerseyGrl100320- Thank you for you complements. I will try to keep the chapters coming.

A/N To All: This was always intended to be a LOST/Alias crossover, but I didn't want to give that away in chapter one. I hope that I don't lose any reviewers because of this. If you watch Alias, I'm sure that you will enjoy the future twists that I have come up with.

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