(A/N: Ok, I dunno about you guys, but in Ohio, there's this big electrical storm system hitting us and my internet is deader then a doornail. So, this gives me time to write and update and such. Yes, I am proud to say, I have indeed started a new fanfiction, this one taking place after the survivors have been rescued. All I can say so far is that it involves the famous Hollywood sign near LA, and a fight concerning Jack and Kate. So expect that to be up soon. This story is coming to an end soon, I dunno when, but it is. Just to let you know, I completely suck at endings, so heads up there. But the ending is NOT this chapter, so no worries yet.)
Disclaimer: I do not own Lost, and if you think I do, you need to be admitted to a mental facility straight away. "Bohemian Rhapsody" is sung by Queens (one of the best bands ever). –LOST- is copyrighted by H.B.
-Saving Kate-
Chapter 16-
I've Got To Go-
Jack looked all around the beach, his eyes searching for Kate. The sun would be setting soon, and no one was permitted to walk the path after dark unless it was an emergency. There she was, talking to Sawyer. Her head was bobbing up and down and her arms flailing about, as Sawyer's grin got wider. Suddenly a bottle glinted in the setting sun and caught Jack's eye. It was the bottles of alcohol the airline attendant gives you on the flight. How Sawyer managed to get his hands on the supply, Jack would never know.
Jogging over, he heard Kate's slurred voice. Instantly he knew.
"What happened!" he hurriedly asked Sawyer.
"She got smashed, Doc. You of all people should know that." He smirked. His own voice wasn't all too clear either.
"How?" Jack pressed on.
"I gave her a bottle and she drank it. Then she 'n me had one of them drinking contests. Naturally, I won." His smirk grew. Sawyer loved to annoy people, get their knickers in a twist over nothing.
"You? You got her drunk. Dammit, Sawyer. You're already being a dumb ass and she hadn't even got halfway across the beach. How much did she drink?"
"Easy there, Doc. Only three."
"Three bottles!"
"Yea. Hell, I had six and I ain't feeling all too bad."
"Sawyer, first off you're not 180 pounds. Secondly, you had breakfast and dinner, and third, you have a HUGE alcohol intake. Do you have any idea how long this'll set her back? Do you?"
"Jack ((hic)) I'm sor- ((hic)) –ry." Kate managed to say.
"Kate, it's fine." He soothed, not wanting to worry her too much. "Everything's fine. How're you feeling?"
"Drunk. And ((hic)) sick… Are you ((hic)) cloned?"
Jack raised his eyebrows while Sawyer chuckled.
"You got your work cut out for you, Doc." He smirked.
"Shut up, Sawyer." Jack responded angrily.
"Nah, I'll enjoy this moment while it lasts. Don't think I've ever saw Freckles here get drunk."
"Well, ((hic)) you haven't. But ((hic)) you have seen me drink. ((hic))" Kate said, her body wobbling back and forth.
"Ah, now that's a story I don't think Jack-ass here has heard. Would you like to hear a story, Jack-ass?" Sawyer asked.
"Sawyer, shut up. Don't make her talk." Jack warned.
"Why not? Afraid she'll voice her true feelings?" he slurred.
"…Sawyer…" Jack repeated.
"Nope. You can't get me to shut up." He smirked. And then just to make Jack even madder, he called over Kate once more. "Kate, tell us something that we don't know about yourself."
Kate looked around, her eyes almost sober. "I was married. ((hic)) But it didn't last…((hic))"
Jack's mouth dropped open. Kate had been married? That surprised him, but then Kate being wanted by the U.S. government wasn't no easy thing to believe either. Apparently Sawyer knew this.
"See Doc? We each got our own secrets. Wanna have a tea party? We can let the skeletons out of the closet." Sawyer said, trying not to laugh at his own joke.
"Don't say a word." Jack breathed in. "Just don't."
"What? Mad because Freckles was married? Didn't really surprise me. Knew she didn't get to the way she is by being single."
Suddenly everything clicked together. "It belonged to the man I killed!" echoed through Jack's ears, repeating over and over again. Had Kate killed her ex-husband? And then something snapped.
"Get up." Jack said.
"Why? I already know I'm taller from the last time." Sawyer snickered.
"I said Get. Up." Jack yelled.
Sawyer rose. "What now Doc? You can't punch me. Hell, you haven't even gotten over how you tortured me." He smiled.
Jack landed a punch right in Sawyer's stomach.
"To be honest, I forgot about the whole ordeal with you, Sayid, and I." Jack replied.
Sawyer clutched his stomach for a moment, and acted like the one punch had gotten the message across to him. Jack turned to examine Kate, but Sawyer snuck up right behind him and grabbed his head into an arm lock.
Jack twisted out from under him and yet again punched Sawyer.
"Don't you ever insult me or Kate again." Jack said slowly.
"Why? Afraid you'll cry?" Sawyer grinned.
"Shut the hell up Sawyer!"
"I got a question." Sawyer said, seriousness taking over his voice.
"What?" Jack sighed exasperately.
"Why is it that you don't want to be the hero?" Sawyer asked.
Jack bit his lip.
"Because."
"Because… why?" Sawyer pressed him.
"Don't try this crap with me." Jack said, angered that Sawyer had brought up the subject.
"Too bad. You know, if you would've of answered my question, I might have let you go."
"You never got me in the first place." Jack replied.
Sawyer reached to punch Jack, but Kate's head hit the ground faster.
-LOST-
Is this the real life-Is this just fantasy-
Caught in a landslide-
No escape from reality-
Too late, me time has come,
Sends shivers down my spine-
Body's aching all the time,
Goodbye everybody –I've got to go-
-LOST-
(A/N: Well, this was a cool chapter, I suppose. But the ass-kicking is NOT over yet, so beware! Lol. Hey, it stopped raining…)
Reviews to the Reviews That My Reviewers Left Me: (That's a mouthful to say.)
PinkPinker: Well, you'll see what happens. Sawyer just might get his kiss after all, and yes, a Sawyer ass-kicking does sound good. No, not good, GREAT! And I need to get his ass kicked, because A) he's a dumb ass, and all dumb asses need to get their asses kicked at least once on the island, and B) he's the most biggest dumb ass of them all, and that's saying something. Lol.
October Sky: lol. Well, the ass kicking isn't over yet, it'll continue on into the next chapter. GO JACK! Lol.
Orlando-Crazy: Thanks
Lillywriter: Ah, a new reviewer. Thank you so much!
Miss Krux: You live! Lol. I know, Kate's been bad… But Sawyer's worse. Yes, Kate may ((cough)) "die" (notice the "") and yes it would suck. But then I would have abosolutely no point in continuing this fic, so I have no idea whatsoever what's going to happen to her. See, you people are reading what I wrote the night before, you guys are that close to me in this fic.
Freckles-101: Yes, I think it is extremely funny, because 1) Kate got drunk, so she's liable to make a complete ass out herself and have a good excuse why, and 2) it's going to be funny to see how Jack reacts to all this. I know, Kate is drunk. Amazing, didn't know she had it in her.
Rain1657: Yes, it shall. Lol.
(A/N: Well, I have my food to get to, my friends to role-play with, and my homework to do, so I must bid you good-bye for now. I shall update on Wednesday or Thursday!)