Hey guys, sorry long time no update. I was going to update yesterday but Lizzie came over to watch Boone die…I mean to watch Lost hee hee. Anyways, I finished the 'vomataciously fluffy' fluffy chapter, and I'll start working on my 'suicidally sad chapter tomorrow' I want to work on my new story tonight (Plus I'm skipping 3rd and 4th period tomorrow because they suck and I hate them and they can bit me. In conclusion die period three and four!)
Ethan: Yeah Stab Stab
You know I got you on a personality test. It told me I was a crazy killer. I also got Kate and it said if anyone got in my way I'd shoot them
Kate: Cool
Ethan: OMG we can be the MOD SQUAD! I'll be Julie (smiles)
Shiggity and Kate (head desk)

Another

Chapter 22

Happily Ever After

Kate awoke to the monotonous beeping of the heart monitor that stood over her bed like some lone sentinel. She had wakened few times before this, only to make the short jaunt to the nearby bathroom, with the help of a nurse.

She knew she'd been in this hospital for more then a day, and still she had no idea what was going on. A doctor had not been in to see her, the nurses had told her nothing of her condition, nor of Jack's. A tear rolled down her face, she didn't even know if he was alive.

The nurses had not talked to her, because she didn't talk to them. She didn't know, or trust any of them, and she feared she was falling into old habits. She scratched at her arm, where and IV had been placed without permission, but it's not like she could've given it.

Nurses were chatting just outside the ajar door of the bright, white unemotional room. Kate closed her eyes and feigned sleep. If she woke up, they'd talk to her, and she wouldn't answer. The vicious circle seemed to have relapsed.

"Has she woken up yet?" the one Nurse asked, she held a clipboard and watched as the chained pen swung around like a lazy metronome.

"No," the other shook her head desolately, "The doctor can't check her for further injuries until she wakes up. He said both her ribs were broken, but her abdomens hard, which could suggest a variety of things," she explained.

"Why doesn't Dr. Grayson just do the ultrasound now?" the first nurse asked skeptically.

"He doesn't want her to wake up in the middle of it, and risk scaring her more. Besides her vitals are strong and she's recovering. Let's just hope Dr. Sheppard can do the same," Kate's heart skipped a beat, Jack was alive? Why hadn't they told her?

"Yeah, it's a shame that this had to happen to such nice people. I went up and saw Jack today, he didn't look great, but he looked better. But then again how good can you look after a surgical team has cracked open our chest to retrieve a bullet?" she asked rhetorically.

"Where is he? Maybe I'll visit him later," the second nurse asked.

"He's up on floor 8, recovery. I think he's room 815," she stated, "he's groggy and in pain a bit, but he puts up a good conversation. Always asking about her to, I didn't have the heart to tell him what I knew."

The second nurse sighed, "Well I'll give her another two hours, then I'll check her vitals again, I just hope for Dr. Sheppard's sake she wakes up," She explained as they broke apart to continue their duties.

After a few minutes, Kate carefully threw her legs over the side of the bed, she carefully grabbed hold of that sentinel stand and pulled herself up with all the might she could muster.

This wasn't so bad, she'd felt worse, then thing that was really bugging her was her throat, it itched and burned. But she made the decision that she didn't want to see what it looked like, she had enough to worry about.

Pulling the IV stand along with her, she quickly scanned the hallways, it was late night, and no one was around, even the nurse's station in the middle of the floor was empty.

Slowly she walked down the long hallway, the squeaking of the IV stand's wheels driving her absolutely insane, but she wasn't powerful enough to carry it. She pressed the button on the elevator, and when it reached the level she was currently on, it dinged. Slicing through the silence, Kate bit her lip, and hoped no one heard it.

Apparently no one did, because she was able to get on and after rubbing her eyes for some time, managed to find the number 8 on number pad and press it. It lit up and the elevator closed, and began to operate.

Kate still unsteady on her feet, flopped around in it a bit, but when it came to a halt, she became steady again. Walking out of the machine, she turned and started looking for the room 815.

Apparently, the surgical recovery area was empty, no nurses were at the station, and some of the lights were even turned off. She dragged her stand behind her, her lone companion, squeaking its unoiled wheels over the linoleum floors, which were cracked and of course, an off white. Kate was beginning to hate the color white.

She almost gave herself a pat on the back when she came across the room 817, then as fast as she could muster; she moved her feet to the room that said 815 on the door. Softly opening the door so not even a creak was uttered, she peeked inside and saw Jack sleeping in his bed.

She wheeled her cohort in, and it squeaked, but Jack didn't stir from the gurney. She supposed that he'd been so hopped up on drugs, they a simply squeak wouldn't wake him.

She walked to beside his bed and parked her stand beside his, then wrapped her hand around the cool metal railing that glistened in the ethereal moonlight that barely shone threw the window.

But even in the faint light, she could see his face, his bruised and beaten face, his black eye, his discolored cheeks, his puffy lip. She knew that all his injuries were caused by her. They were her fault, they could've been avoided, but Jack cared for her more then his own well being. How did she repay him? She didn't listen to him; she tried to fix things and only made them worse.

She took her hand and skimmed it lightly over his face; from the pleasant face he wore during sleep, he seemed to get even more relaxed, even cracked a smile. Kate smiled too, knowing he was okay.

Suddenly her hand was lifted off the side of his battered face; he had reached up and grasped her hand in his. Slowly and lazily he slid his eyes half opened, the vision hazy at first from the drugs and the indecent light, but when he recognized Kate, he took the strength to open his eyes all the way.

"Hey," he whispered softly as he slid his hand up to cup her face. She smiled regretfully as tears rolled down her cheeks, "It's okay Kate, I'm fine, a little sore, but fine," he explained, "Can you turn on the lights?"

Kate nodded and reached for the switch in the nearby wall. Both winced when the electricity flooded through the industrial lights. Kate was starting to get lightheaded; she braced herself against the metal. Jack instantly noticed this, he held Kate's hands to keep her steady as he pushed down the metal bar that ran round the periphery of the bed, "Come lie down," he told her and helped her climb into the bed beside him.

She faced him, on her side, staring at him her green-gray eyes wide, the walk had drained her and it hurt to breath in deeply, she supposed the broken ribs did that to her. Jack moved out a gentle hand and cleared her hair from her neck, revealing the bruise that was swelling.

Kate tried to ignore the pain she felt as Jack's hand rested covering the contusion, her swollen neck was hot to touch. "Do you have any other injuries?" Jack asked. Before Kate didn't answer him, a nurse walked in, apparently they'd comeback from the depths of a coffee break.

"Mrs. West, what are you doing in here?" she asked surprised and received no response. She sighed and continued, "Dr. Grayson has been waiting for you to wake up so he can give you that ultrasound," she chided, "You could have seriously damaged something, now come on, I'll take you back downstairs."

"Can't you just do the ultrasound here?" Jack asked politely, "We haven't seen each other in a day, and with everything that's happened," he left it at that, knowing the nurse would allow it.

"Alright, maybe you can translate for her since she doesn't seem to be up for talking," the nurse explained, "I'll go get the ultrasound."

She left for a brief moment and Jack turned to Kate, stroking her cheek tenderly, "If you don't want to talk," he began, "I understand, it's no big deal," he told her leaning over and kissing her lingeringly on the lips.

"I never said I didn't want to talk," Kate barely whispered, "I just don't trust them," she explained.

Jack smiled, "Don't trust who?"

"Them, the Whitecoats," she replied truthfully. Jack chuckled, "I'm a Whitecoat you know," he informed.

"Yeah but I know you're on my side," she replied simply and turned over on her back, lifting up the sanitary t-shirt, and sliding down the crinkling drawstring pants. A disgusting bruise spread over the left side of her body, "This isn't going to hurt, is it?" she questioned.

Jack could sense the fear in her voice, "Kate you'll be fine," he promised.

Kate turned to face him, "What if there's something wrong Jack?" she asked breathlessly, "What if…"

"Kate," he began, he gently grasped her frail hand, "Nothing's going to be wrong, I promise."

She nodded hesitantly and gave his hand a squeeze. He knew that she didn't believe him, but he also knew that she knew he was there to help her through whatever would happen.

He looked back to his suit jacket thrown casually over the chair that was foot from the bed; he knew what was still in the pocket. They'd come too far to separate now. He knew it, so did she, but she wasn't willing to accept it. With the ordeal she called life, who could blame her?

The nurse returned wheeling a machine that looked a lot like the first heart machine, like the one that was monitoring Jack now.

"Now you have to lie on your back, I'm going to put some of this on your stomach, it'll be cold, but it's necessary," the nurse informed as she squirted out the gel onto Kate's stomach, she flinched at the sudden temperature change and winced at the deep intake of air.

Jack held her hand, as he faced her, smiling reassuringly as the nurse pressed down with the wand that was attached to the machine. He told himself he wouldn't look at the screen; he had been told how to read one in medical school. He didn't want to notice anything out of the ordinary.

He watched her and she smiled. He knew that smile was for him, to comfort him, to relax him, to show him she wasn't afraid. But it was all a ruse, he could instantly see that, her eyes held the same expression they kept when Anthony was at the door, it couldn't be mistaken.

"Uh oh," the nurse spoke with remorse as she lifted the wand off of Kate's abdomen. They both froze, Jack staring into her eyes, her beaten eyes, this is not how he would remember her, he wouldn't have it. Let her be okay, he prayed silently as he closed his eyes momentarily, let her be okay.

"You might want to see this," the nurse suggested, as she swiveled the machine around so the screen was in plan view. She then placed the baton back onto Kate's stomach; it continued to make the obscure radar sounds as the nurse moved it around in a specific area.

Jack looked over, Kate's eye soon followed, both looking at the black screen with the blue tints that rippled and moved as more sounds were fired. The nurse stopped in a specific spot, the screen almost completely black, stippled with a few metallic blue dots at random.

Kate looked at Jack, then back to the screen, "What exactly are we supposed to be seeing here?" she asked raising an eyebrow. The nurse was taken aback by Kate's responding, but looked over to Jack who nodded in agreement, "It's been awhile since I've dealt with these."

She smiled, "Look over here specifically," she hinted circling an area where only a blue dot sat. It was about the size of a quarter, much bigger then the rests of dots but still small in size.

Suddenly Jack grinned, "Is that?" he asked, but never finished. The nurse nodded masking her smile the best she could. She pressed a button on the screen and it froze the image.

"What is it?" Kate questioned, completely left out in the blue.

The nurse handed Jack a printed picture of the screen and he chuckled as he showed it to Kate, "I'll leave you two along for a bit," the nurse declared and left the room.

"What is it?" Kate asked again, "Jack?" he put a finger to her mouth to quiet her. Then placed the picture in her hand, "This," he began as he pointed to the quarter sized dot, "Is our baby."

"What?" Kate asked astonished, her voice was quiet and shaky as she stared at the blotch on the image; it took a few moments for what he had just said to sink in, "Is it okay?"

Jack chuckled, as he began to wipe the gel off her stomach with a tissue from the nightstand, "Its fine," he promised. He placed his hand on her stomach, "it's cushioned."

Kate laughed as tears peaked her eyes, "Oh Jack," she sobbed joyfully as she hugged him, her chin in the crook of his neck, "Things are working themselves out."

"I have something for you," he whispered in her ear as he kissed her cheek. "You've already given me too much," she replied.

He pulled away and leaned over to the chair, reaching into the pocket of his suit and pulled out the tiny velvet box. He turned back to Kate and as soon as she saw it, she started to cry more.

"Jack," she wept joyfully, as she held him in a hug again, "Yes, the answers yes," she cried.

"How can I ask the question when you've already answered it?" he asked with a smile as he took the glistening ring out of the box.

Kate laughed happily as he placed the ring on her finger, then sniffed away tears, "What about Anthony?" she asked as she leaned back besides Jack, careful of the stitches on his chest.

"Gio shot him," he stated simply, "The meatloaf in the oven was burning, it set off the fire alarms, Gio knew something was up, he came up, saw what had happened and recognized Anthony from before. He's dead."

Jack was afraid at how Kate would react to this news, "I guess I owe Gio a plate of cellophane covered cookies," she spoke finally.

Jack chuckled, with one quick movement; he placed his sore lips against hers and kissed her in relief, in happiness, in love. Both pulled away before it progressed too far. Kate looked to him, jaded-tempestuous eyes staring at him with so much feeling, "Jack are you sure you want to marry me, with everything I've put you through?" she asked hesitantly.

"Kate," Jack began as he got more relaxed next to her, he held up the picture he'd been given by the nurse, so they could both clearly see it, "There's nothing I've ever been more sure of in my life," he replied, and kissed her forehead as she snuggled closer to him.


Alright so now that you all love me you probably are thinking two things
One being AWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!
Two being, "Why in ever story must there be a baby of some sort"
well in early replying, I'd like to say my next story is no different, but it's got a freaky weird twist to it. It's a 'Spin off' if you will from 'Another', if you want me to tell you the story line, tell me in a review (hint hint), otherwise it remains a secret forever!
I'd also like to take this time to tell you, that the next stories chapters are going to be extremely long (you'll understand when/if I explain to you the premises of the next story) so I'll be updating POG more often, to give you guys something at least.
Now Reviews

MariAmber
I do NOT have a secret crush on Sawyer, well maybe the happy face drawn on the back of his burnt off hair scalp, but I mean come on, those dark black eyes that you just want to fall into, you try an resist it
Ethan: Even I have fallen into that charm of the happy face…
Sawyer: Yeah I'm a sex machine…
Lol anyways remember…JERK IT OUT!

CrAzYhOrSeGiRl88
Thanks for the compliments, and this was the happy ending by the way, if you couldn't tell by the oodles and valleys and ales of fluffiness. And how did you like the itty-bitty surprise I left (I can't reveal all my secrets can I?)

Orlando-Crazy
Jack and Kate are fine…In this ending…

Andraste Tree
Lol nope, stuck to my original "This is only a Jack and Kate story, no others from the island will be in this story blah blah blah"

Pink Pinker
Relax, I didn't kill your precious Jack……in this ending…

CharlieClaireforlife
Jack and Kate are fine in this ending, because it's the fluffy ending, but in the sad ending, somebody's gotta die I mean come on, otherwise it wouldn't be sad

Laurenasbufra
Not concentrating on school to do think of a fic, hmm sounds like someone I know
Ethan: she means her, she's always getting yelled at
Shut up Ethan
Ethan: Hey Shiggity, how many writers does it take to finish a story?
Hey Ethan how many people does it take for you to SHUT YOUR FOOL MOUTH!

Lostobsessivefreak
I hoped you liked the fluffy fluffiness of this chapter (and if you're reading at the library I hope to God I didn't make you get kicked out). I can't wait to read what you have done of the story that you're dedicating to me. I bet it's soooo awesome:D Oh and remember 'Stinkbutt' ;)

Lillywriter
That sadness factor is why I chose to put up the happy ending first.

Whirlwind-2005
I still prefer that soliloquy chapter (I'm sorry that's like the best word in the world…well besides haphazardly) and just use a paper bag if you start to hyperventilate, seems to work find with me

Jackluver928
Jack's fine, for now, and even if he does die or if Kate dies in the next chapter, they'll be back and fine for my next story and that's a promise!

Standardblack
Yeah Kate kicking Anthony's ass was so much fun to write, a left hook here, a kick in the crotch there. And BTW I'm STILL waiting patiently for the next chapter of 'Bitten' (taps foot trying to feign anger)

Bwcheer
My Disney/cartoon movie viewing is probably the lowest out of anyone I know. I'm the youngest in the family and I'm 16, so cartoon movies went out like six years ago sadly. I never saw Anastasia, or Atlantis, or Treasure plant, or Finding Nemo (save for in French class but I had to write questions to it "quoi animaux a avalé Marlin et Dori?") Or Quest for Camelot, but the girl in it has the same name as me! She's the only ever character to have the same name as me! I was so proud lol.

Lara Chubb of Deephollow
Ethan: My SEANJOHN SHIRT (cries, then nose candy begins to fall on his shoes) MY LOUIS VOUTTON SANDALS! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
Lol sorry I had to write that, my ex- boyfriend (now turned homosexual (you know you've got it when…) changes his sandal four (4!) times a day! And he got so angry because he spilt stuff on h is precious Louis Voutton sandals.

FanOFLost
Lol I got my sister from hell to come up with an evil name. At first she said Red and I was like "yeah gimme the crack that you're on because I'm not using that name" and then she was like "Charlotte" and I was like "For a guy genius" and then she said "Victor" and I was like "Viktor" and she's like "OU love the 'K'" and then we laughed evilly and that's the whole story behind Viktor. Now Lindsay…

Dive Princess
Sorry, take this chapter as a piece offering (smiles sweetly)

Oreata
Glad your glad (your turn to add a glad)

Skyblue266
Sadly all good things must come to an end, but my next story is already in the works and it's of course J/K so don't worry 'bout it.

October sky
Of course he's not dead, he just got shot in the chest, I mean I wouldn't die if I got shot in the chest, I'd just get a new nickname like 'Holes'

Gowland
I hope this was fluffy enough for you!

Liz Waller
Yes I'm writing two ends, but so that if you stopped at chapter 21, they would both make sense. This was the fluffy one, the next is the sad one

FluteMarcher
The POG thing is explained above in the short and sweet authors note. I'm glad you hate Anthony so much
Ethan: An-THON-nee
Sawyer: An-THON-nee
Ethan: An-THON-nee
Sawyer: Sounds Italian

Smilez4eva
No woe buddy, I haven't even been answering reviews for a while because I'm a lazy vain ass. So you're off the hook. And I would raid the grocery store for tissues.

Rain1657
Lol I didn't mean to make everyone hate Anthony so much, but you'll also hate everyone named Eleanor in from the upcoming chapter, because she be back and she be a biatch, in the worst possible time ever. So stock up on the tissues and get a comfy crying pillow (or someone you can beat around) because it's going to be a long, soap opera, rollercoaster of regrets and remorse.


YOU GUYS! It's almost the end!
Ethan: Group hug!
Not now dolt, at the end
Ethan: I just want some love!
Boone: OMG I'M DEAD TOO
Ethan: YEAH!
(Boone and Ethan Dance)
Boone: Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
Ethan: Let's mingle
Boone: Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
Ethan: Make it well
Boone: Uh huh. Uh huh, uh huh
Ethan: Come together now
Boone: Uh huh, uh huh, uh huh
Ethan: Let's gel
(Both slide and go air electric guitar)
Great now I have to say I don't own 'Gel' by Collective Soul

Anyways, I'm thinking next chapter is last, everyone's going to answer the questions as much a I can get them all talking (Party going on in background)

I think I'm also going to do a short column on my MSN space, just giving little things about what I was thinking while writing the story, where I got names from and etc. So if you're interested keep an eye out for that.
But I'm off now, it's dress wacky day at my school tomorrow(everyday is Halloween to me but anyways) I gotta go braid stuff into my cinnabar locks! So I gotta punch it.

Next Chapter- unplug the phone, turn off the TV, turn down the music, gather the tissues, make a therapist appointment (hopefully before you unplug the phone) because it's gonna be the tearjerkers of all tear jerkers. Rated close to R for two character deaths.