Sorry this took so long. Had an exam and a project due on the same day.

Errrrrr……I don't know when this is set. After 'the moth', though. Just saw it here in Australia. Well, we were supposed to, but I was seeing Shakespeare.


Kate was silent as he carefully wiped the blood from her face, wincing as he bumped the tender flesh around her right eye.

"What happened?" Her eyes flickered slightly, but she remained quiet. Jack frowned and sat back down next to her, accidentally bumping her left foot.

She went dead white and grabbed her leg, face tight with pain. He looked at her foot and felt his stomach drop, wondering how he could have missed it before.

Her foot was at a strange angle, a bone jutting out just beneath her skin. Kate followed his stunned gaze, and all remaining colour drained from her face.

"Oh god."

Jack thought rapidly. The freezing temperatures Kate had been subjected to would have dulled the pain of her broken ankle, but that would wear off soon. He stood and hurried over to where Hurley and Charlie were sitting.

"Charlie, I need you to get me two flat lengths of wood. Hurley, come with me."

"What's this for?" asked Charlie in surprise, but Jack was already moving back towards Kate, who was staring in horror at her broken ankle.

"Kate, I'm going to have to set your ankle in place." He began to tear up a shirt to bind the wood. Kate gaped at him.

"What!" she said, though deep down she knew it was necessary. Charlie came back with two relatively straight pieces of wood. Kate moaned softly.


Sawyer was pacing nervously across the beach, flicking glances across to the jungle. How long till they come? He wondered uneasily, the thumping in his head forgotten. He felt like a cornered rat. It was only a matter of time until she told them. Then Jack would come for him.


"Ready?"

Jack looked across to Kate, who had a wad of cloth between her teeth. Hurley was holding her by the arms, looking extremely apprehensive. She nodded, bracing herself.

Jack moved the bone and a muffled shriek came from Kate. People nearby looked up, startled. Charlie held Kate's leg down, straining to keep her still. Hurley went slightly green and looked away as Jack began to position the bone. He could hear Kate's jaw creak as she bit down on the wad of cloth.

Jack bound her foot to the planks of wood, wishing he had more powerful painkillers. Kate already had quite a lot of his supply, but they clearly weren't helping. He tightened the last piece of cloth around her leg.

"Done." Charlie and Hurley gratefully let go of Kate. Her face had gone grey, and she was nearly crying with pain. She spat the piece of cloth out. Jack sat beside her. He felt guilty about hurting her, though there was no other way. She was breathing hard, two red splashes of colour forming on her cheeks.

Jack felt her temperature on her forehead. Her eyes closed, comforted by his tough. Jack smiled, then patted her on the shoulder. "Get some rest. It will make your leg heal quicker." As he got up, her eyes opened. She gave him a pained smile.

"Thanks Jack." He smiled back, then walked towards the little water fall. The smile had gone. Her skin had burned beneath his hand, far too hot.

Kate tried to sleep, but it was stopped by the sharp lancing pains in her ankle. She listened to people moving around her, trying to pick who it was. It stopped her mind wandering back to the night before. Without really noticing, she fell asleep.


It was dark out at the beach. The sun had boiled into the ocean, staining the sea red. The fire was down to the last glittering embers, unattended by the sleeping forms around it. Sawyer, however, wasn't sleeping. He stared, exhausted, up at the shining stars above his head, fighting drowsiness. He dared not sleep, afraid of what dreams his conscience would give him. His eyes kept fluttering closed….

He jerked himself awake, then quickly stood up. He began to walk along the sand.


Jack woke up very suddenly. The night was pitch dark, and the jungle outside was silent. He blinked, confused. What had woken him up? Sitting up, he looked around cautiously. A small whimper echoed around the cave. He turned around quickly.

Kate was asleep, but was not enjoying her dreams. She twitched, and a small moan trickled from her lips.


He was there, in her dream.

..His hot breath scorched her face, burning with the scent of alcohol….


Somehow, she forced herself awake.

A dark shape was bent over her. She reacted, fear and adrenaline surging through her. Jack fell backwards, narrowly missing having his nose broken.

"Oh god, Jack!" Kate sat up, pain searing through her leg. She wobbled, dizzy. Her stomach did a funny sort of roll. Jack stood up, breath coming fast. No-one he ever knew woke up so abruptly. He sat beside Kate, worried. Her skin was red now, eyes over bright. "Are you okay?"

She tried to speak, but only coughs came, resonating from deep within her chest. Jack got her a bottle of water and she choked it down. Charlie's tousled head poked up as he blinked sleepily.

The coughs died away, and Kate fell back, exhausted. Jack felt her temperature again. Her head was on fire, burning his hand.

"What is it, Jack?" her good eye shone black in the faint light.

"You're getting pneumonia." He turned away, sorting through a pile of clothes. He gave a clean T-shirt. The one she wore was still damp, and that wouldn't be helpful at all. He turned away, and saw that Charlie was awake, watching with a worried expression on his face. Jack went to him.

"How bad will it get?" asked Charlie, glancing nervously at Kate over Jack shoulder. The Doctor sighed, scratching his head. "Bad enough that we'll have to move everyone back. Charlie nodded, looking anxiously at Kate. His eyes widened. "Jesus…" he whispered.

Jack looked and blanched. Kate had just taken her shirt off, facing away from them. Her skin was torn in hundreds of angry red lines, scarred deep across her back