Hey guys, you really took a big shine to this story even though the first chapter sucked, but I guarantee you, from here out it's a wild ride of, booze, sex and violence (Because what's a story without those? Not a story is the answer. Believe me I absolutely LOVE the NEXT Chapter lol.
Another
Chapter 2
Final Feelings
Jack sighed and lay back on his bed with his head behind his arms. My bed, Jack thought, it wasn't really his, but it was something compared to the rough ground he had been sleeping on for the past three months.
He thought it would be happier then this, for the most part everyone was happy. They had been picked up by a passing cruise ship, trying out a new route around Australia and other bodying islands, but had volunteered to take them to LA. Since the ship had no passengers they were each given a suite, it couldn't be more on the opposite end of the spectrum.
They were given free clothes from the stores aboard the ship, which Shannon spent most of her time, or at the spa. Mostly everyone spent it relaxing on deck or snuggled underneath the covers of a bed.
But there had been a downside; they had to tell the crew members and the captain where they were from, that they were survivors of Oceanic flight 815. So a manifest was faxed over right away, and as soon as Kate had mentioned her name, she had been placed on automatic room arrest. She was unable to leave her quarters unless ordered to do so; she couldn't eat with any of the other survivors, or even sit with them.
Not that any would want to, seems as soon as the word got out, everyone flushed the thought of all she'd done to them out of their minds. He remembered it so clearly and thanked God; Kate had already been forced into her room. He remembered Michael's shocked face, knowing he'd let Walt freely spend time with her, Claire's mouth hung open, knowing she had told her trusted secrets, and Sawyer, well he laughed, because everyone had thought wrong about him being the criminal.
Jack looked out the windows too his room, the balcony curtains fluttered in the warm sea wind as the boat cut through the rough currents of the sea. He knew he shouldn't feel sorry for her, she had done whatever she did out of her own free will, but somehow he couldn't have fun with the thought of her cooped up in her room.
Suddenly there was a knock on his door, he hoped it was Kate, but his mind knew that there was no possible way it could be, unless she'd escaped. Now he hoped it wasn't her, because she'd just end up digging herself into more trouble.
He gripped the golden curling handle of the door and opened it. On the other side Charlie smiled back at him as he slide the door open.
"Hey Mate, everyone wants you to come on out and go up to the deck with us. Will be in harbor tomorrow and we all want to get smashed in honor of returning to society," he explained.
Jack laughed, "Sorry Charlie, I don't want to have a hangover tomorrow when we get back to the United States," he enlightened.
"Come on Jack, no one's seen hide or hair of you since we've gotten on this boat, you've become like some big recluse, the only one we've seen less of is…"
"Yeah," Jack interrupted him, "I think it'd be nice though if I wasn't hung over when I see my mother for the first time in three months," he added.
"Well then just come watch us get drunk," he suggested, "I bet Hurley I could hold more then him."
"It sounds enthralling," Jack chuckled, "But I wanted to head to bed early, I have to get back to my doctor schedule, they're not going to let me have much time off work once they hear I'm back."
"Alright Jack," Charlie finally replied giving in, knowing he wasn't going to get Jack to change his mind, "But we're at the pool if you want to join us."
"Okay," Jack replied and watched as Charlie walked down the hallway and boarded an elevator. Quickly Jack shut his door behind him and made his way down the golden stained hallways. The industrial light did a number on his eyes and he blinked a few times.
He stopped and paused outside the door number 217, and stared at a moment, his mind making life or death decision. He tremblingly brought his hand up to the wooden door and knocked. After waiting a few short seconds he turned and began to walk to his room, but the door opened with a groaning creak.
He recognized one of the crew; he supposed they were the authority on the boat. They had been the ones that took Kate away, though they were not forceful, he'd never forget that look Kate wore on her face when they dragged her away to her room.
From what he'd been about to grapple out of the Captain, she had the nicest suite in the boat, it had two room, both attached, with only one room leading to the hallway. The ships police were given that room, while Kate was given the adjoining room, so if she had any plans of sneaking out, she's have to go through a room of two guards first.
"Can I help you Dr. Sheppard," The crew man asked politely. Apparently the other survivors had been telling heroic stories about him and all the crew now knew who he was.
"Is Miss West in?" Jack asked back with equal courtesy. What a stupid question, he thought to himself, Of course she's in, she's on room arrest!
"She is, but I have strict orders from the Captain himself not to let anyone visit her," he explained sadly.
Jack set his jaw and nodded his head, he had no idea how he was going to do it, but he had to see Kate once more, before she disappeared from his life forever.
The crew member sighed at the look in Jack's eyes, "I know how you feel," he sympathized, "My wife is back home, I only get to see her very seldom," he explained and Jack gave a weak smile, before he turned reluctantly and walked away, "She hasn't been eating," he called out after him.
"You're wife?" Jack asked confusedly as he approached the room entrance once again.
The crew man shook his head, "Miss West, she hasn't eaten at all since you were brought on the ship three days ago. She's such a nice person, I'd hate for her to get sick after all that's happened," he expressed, "So I supposed I could let you in if you could get her to eat, if the Captain finds out I could tell him it was for medical purposes."
Jack smiled graciously, "Thank you very much, Mister?" Jack asked as he extended his hand
"My named is Anwar," he stated, smiling as he shook Jack's hand.
He turned and allowed Jack to follow him through the clean room that he and another crew member stayed in consecutively, through the lavish furniture to a door at the side of the room, "I should tell you that she's not to have anything from the bar, against Captain's orders, I also trust your word as a doctor, that you will not help her do anything illegal," he disclosed though it sounded more of a question
"Of course I won't," Jack replied. Anwar turned and smiled to Jack who returned his smile, then turned and rapped on the door lightly, "Miss West, someone is here to see you," he explained. When there was no answer he knocked on the door again, then waited a few seconds, "She could be using the bathroom," he replied and pulled out a key to unlock the door, "Please wait here for a second," he asked as he poked his head into the room.
A minute passed and he returned with a smile, "She's on the balcony," he enlightened, "I'll remind you the time two hours from now," he added as he moved back into his room and allowed Jack access to hers. He smiled graciously as he stepped inside and heard the sound of the door being locked behind him.
Kate's room was well kept, though that didn't come to a surprise to him; her roommates were trained in room cleaning also and were probably told to check her room daily. He walked past the professionally made bed that looked perfect, pass the tray of untouched food on her dresser and up the few stairs to the a small lift in the floor were a few chairs sat for conversing.
His shoes tapped across the wooden floor as he made his way to the balcony. That's when he saw her, her ebony curls highlighted by the large, full moon that hung over head. She was leaned against the guardrail, her skinny arms folded one over the other, and her legs looked as if they struggled to hold her up.
Jack didn't like seeing her this way, she was the only one out of all the survivors who hadn't put on weight since she boarded the ship, she probably lost more weight on the ship then she did on the island.
He calmly pushed back the fluttering soft material of the drapes, which blew in the wind that came through the open door. "You're not contemplating jumping are you?" He asked softly, trying not to frighten her.
"I'm not a very good swimmer," she smiled weakly, and her once free eyes held defeat and containment.
"So one of your roommates tells me that you haven't been eating much since we've boarded," Jack commented.
"Why are you here Jack?" she asked to change the subject, leaning her lower back against the cold metal rail.
"I'm here because I'm worried about you Kate," he explained turning to his side to make eye contact with her.
"You won't have to worry about me much longer, tomorrow I'm officially the United States government's problem," she replied, moving her arms to cover her bare shoulders.
"So is that what's going on, you're going to starve your way out of prison?" he asked harshly.
"I'm not starving myself," She simply stated as she watched the waves below the boat.
"Kate have you seen yourself lately?" he asked exasperated, "You can't weight more then one-hundred pounds."
"If all you're going to do is yell at me, then why did they let you in here?" Kate asked walking back inside that darkened cabin. The only light came faintly through the curtains.
"They thought I might be able to make you eat," he stated as he followed her into the room.
"Well I can tell you right now, that I'm not going to eat a bite," she replied bluntly as she shuffled through her belongings and pulling out a hairbrush.
Jack sighed, he never thought his last talk with Kate would be so frustrating, "All right I'm leaving," he said maddened, "I just wish you would realize that this ships not half as bad as the prisons going to be."
As soon as the words left his lips he felt and immense pang of sorrow in his heart. He turned around and saw that Kate had frozen beside her bed, in the blue tint of the room; he could see her eyes had glassed over.
"Kate, I'm sorry," he replied turning around from the door.
She placed her hairbrush on the bed and brought her hand up to her face, "It's…its okay, you're right," she replied sitting on the side of the bed with her face buried in her hands.
Jack walked to the bed and sat beside her, with a hand gently around her shoulders as she wept. She pulled her head out of her hands and wiped her tears away, "This boat makes me sick, I can't handle the waves and food, so I just don't eat to save me the trouble," she replied.
Jack smiled, "You should just eat breads then," he replied, "Do you want to try to eat something, I'll stay here just incase something happens, keep you company," he offered.
She smiled weakly, "That'd be nice," she answered. Jack nodded and walked over to her tray of food. He brought it back and handed her a small bun, "Just eat this to start," he suggested, "If it stays down in and hour you can have something else."
Kate slowly began to pick apart the bun, "How have you been sleeping?" Jack asked, trying to figure out what state of health she was in.
"I haven't slept a wink since we got on this boat," Kate responded before placing another piece of the bun in her mouth. Jack paused from asking questions and the silence was unbearable to her, "How are the others?" she asked quickly.
"They're up at the pool getting drunk since we're landing tomorrow," he replied with a chuckle.
"Why aren't you with them?" she asked the obvious question.
"Because I wanted to see you instead," he replied with a smile. She smiled back as she placed the last piece of the bun in her mouth and chewed it slowly, "Besides I have a thing against drinking, I don't do it."
He didn't like to see her look like this; she looked weak, and beaten. That faith she had withheld during their entire stay of the island seemed flushed from her system. The bags under her eyes told stories of sleepless nights; her unkempt hair was tied back weakly in a failing bun that threatened to fall at any moment. Most of all he didn't like the look that greeted him when he gazed into her eyes, it was the most unmistakable fear he'd ever seen.
"Kate, are you afraid?" he asked moving a stringy piece of hair from her face.
Her petrified green-gray eyes searched his so quickly with a look of despair, "Jack, I'm terrified," she whispered as tears slid down her face.
He reached out and took her weak body, holding it against his chest while she cried silently. He could only feel her tremble as she stopped her useless tears, nothing was going to make her fate go away, Australia, the island, or Jack, they were all just to bide her time.
"Jack," she muttered, he let go of her so he could see her as they spoke, "Will you do one last favor for me?" she asked, her voice almost drowned out by the waves being slayed by the haul of the ship.
"Okay," He whispered back at an equal inaudible level.
She looked into his eyes, "Will you stay with me tonight, just until I fall asleep?" she asked tears in her eyes once again, "Until I fall asleep and never see you again?" she asked breaking down.
Jack pulled her into him once again, his arms enveloping her. He leaned his back against the magnificent mahogany backboard of the bed, and pulled his legs up on the bed. Kate leaned her head against his slanted chest and sighed.
She hadn't been able to sleep; the bed though fitted with a down comforter, was cold. The room though it contained a heater was freezing. The over all atmosphere of the boat was just icy.
Now Kate didn't want to sleep, because as soon as she did, Jack would be gone, she'd never see him again. He'd go back to being the golden hearted spinal surgeon and she'd be left picking up scraps in the gutter. But he was warm, and Kate's eyes had closed without her authorization.
She knew she was beaten, so she might as well burn into her memory this very moment, as she lay on Jack's chest, he had gently undone her bun and was now tenderly playing with her sable locks.
The last thing she smelled was Jack, that aroma that made her heart jump in her chest. The last thing she saw was his hand gently covered hers in order to warm it. The last thing she heard was the soothing sluggish thump of his heart directly under her ear. The last thing she felt, was his soft lips press gently against her cold forehead in the smallest and most important kiss she'd ever received in her lifetime.
Before sleep hit her, before she woke up the next day to an empty bed and looked out the window to see buildings and cars, before she found the comforting note from Jack listing his name, address and phone number tucked into her bag, she remembered that the last feeling she let take over her body was love.
It was a rather long chapter as well I noticed, and if you didn't like it, that's okay but stay turned for the next chapter because I LOVE it sooo much (So you know it's gotta be good).
Pink Pinker The actually beginning of Lost scared the crap outta me, but I missed it the first time around, but caught it when CTV repeated it after 'the Moth'. So you're saying you don't want Kate to make anymore scenery? Alright I'll tell Jack
Jack (opens letter from yours truly and sighs): KATE!
Kate (runs up panting): What?
Jack: How are you on that "Rock Your Body Right' Justin Timberlake video set with all the shiny lights?
Kate: Good we found that computer in the hatch and re rooted it to work like a disco strobe light and placed the monitors all in the background, it took about 3 weeks and Hurley ended up dying…
Jack: Well we don't need it now, go burn it or something.
Kate (mumbling): I'll burn something.
Jack: That doesn't even make sense…
Kate: SHUT UP! HOW'S THAT FOR MAKING SINCE?
FanOfLOST Lol I don't know my best friend hate's Shannon but I like her, the island needs a snotty girl to cry when everything gets all scary…
IrethAnwaruyna No problem, I'll update them both together, I'm actually working more on this one right now, but that doesn't mean I have to stop updating the other one (I'd never do that to loyal reviewers ;) )
Lara Chubb of DeepHollow I'll update again tomorrow because like I said I LOVE IT! It's like 3 straight pages of freaky cliffhangers bwa ha ha ha
Freckles-101 Ha I wanted to make Boone feel bad because all he does is yell at her. And I won't forget about the other story…
Rain1657 Oh I have a devious plot and I'm just going to give you one word to tell you how devious it is……………Wal-Mart DON DON DON
Whirlwind-2005 Yeah this chapter was kinda a downer, but the next one is an upper, and then the next one is like a middle one and then probably an upper again I dunno. But it gets so much better…
Chattypandagurl Wonder what's going to come next; let's just say we see Kate in a social scene, that's not prison…
CrAzYhOrSeGiRl88 Okay I love you, you ask questions and questions are fun because they're ones I know the answer too! What about Kate being a fugitive? What can I say about that? Yes… lol. Yes she will be arrested when she gets on the boat, but you know that now, I will but I won't think of a way to make her innocent, you know my writing I'll think of a way to make them both happen…No, her and Jack are just friends. Keep up the questions, I heart questions! And keep up your ff's too.
Kim Thanks and I hope you enjoy the rest of the story
Next Chapter- We get to see Kate in the social scene…
