(A/N: This story sorta popped into my head after reading ShiggityShwa's 'Broken Promises'. So, it realates somewhat to hers.)

Disclaimer: I don't own LOST, even though I love it. Song by U2, -LOST- copyrighted by H.B.

Saving Kate

-Chapter 1-

-And the Battle's Just Begun-

The sun was setting beneath the horizon, sending the sky into a multi-colored mess of tangerine orange and indigo blues as Kate packed her bag. She needed to leave, to just take a vacation from the small civilization they formed. Everyone was fussing over Claire, and the problem of food, that Kate doubted she'd be missed much.

Grabbing 3 bottles of water, a small airplane blanket and pillow, a couple of mangos and a very small portion of cooked boar, Kate packed it up and slung the backpack over her shoulder. She didn't care if Ethan was still on the loose, she just wanted to get away. Slipping into the woods. Kate traveled along the path for a while, but then she heard voices and turned into the woods.

-LOST-

Jack traveled the path, unaware of Kate a couple hundred feet away from him. He was going down to get some boar meat and fish for the survivors who lived at the caves. Upon hearing some leaves rustle and twigs crack, he looked around and decided it must have been a squirrel or rabbit. Little did he know, it was Kate running off the path.

As his feet touched the warm sand, he smiled, knowing Kate was near. He got waves and nods from the survivors as he passed by, but he just disregarded them, looking for Kate.

-LOST-

Kate walked through the unfamiliar scenery, engulfed in the darkness. It was useless, she would have to head back. Starting out at sunset was a stupid idea, it was just she wanted to leave so bad, She meant no offense to Claire, but Kate was tired of everyone talking about her. Charlie had nearly passed out in happiness when he re-united with Claire once more. Now he traveled everywhere with Claire and with a knife in his belt.

Kate looked around in the night, unable to see anything. Sighing, she turned on the flashlight and looked for her footprints. She found nothing. Her mind told her she was utterly lost, and she had no way of contacting anyone, unless she wanted to scream, and Kate was too stubborn and too tired to yell. Suddenly hearing twigs crack, she whipped around, trying to locate the source of the noise.

"H-hello?" she called out.

"Hello Kate. I didn't expect to see you here." Two eyes glinted in the darkness.

"Sayid?" Is that you?"

"No." The voice replied.

"Locke?"

"Nope."

"Who the hell are y-" Kate got cut off as a hand was placed over her mouth, and a hand on the back of her neck.

The flashlight dropped to the ground and Kate wasn't far behind it.

-LOST-

"Sayid, you've seen Kate?" Jack called out to his fellow survivor.

"Not since sunset. It seemed as if she was heading to the caves. I saw her head into the woods with a backpack."

"No, I was on the path at sunset. She wasn't on it."

"Maybe she took a different way." Sayid replied, trying to be reasonable.

"There is no other way to the caves!" Jack exclaimed, his face creased with worry lines.

"Jack, she's fine. Tell you what, she isn't back by morning, we'll form a small search party."

"…ok." Jack said, thinking Kate would be back then. "Well, I got everything I need for the caves, so I think I'm going to head back up.

"Ok. Good night my friend." Sayid said.

"G'night Sayid."

-LOST-

And the battles just begun.

There's many lost but tell me,

Who has won?

The trench dug deep within our hearts.

-U2's 'Sunday, Bloody Sunday'-