Finally got it up. Yeah. THis is an important LONG chapter.Lot of detail. There are some parts where it lags but it'll pick up.

Days of Hell

Standing there Kate stared off into the direction in which Jack wondered of into. Boone was dead. Murdered. Knowing a thing or two about murders this was worse. Not even feeling the eyes of the others around her she slowly turned around. Charlie stood close by.

"Kate." He called getting her attention. She turned to him.

"Are you alright?" He asked.

"Yeah. I'm fine." She whispered walking over towards the cot. She was in a complete daze. Slowly Charlie walked over to Claire.

"She must feel awful after all that's happened." Claire said.

"Yeah. She probably does." He said as he sat down next to her.

"And poor Walt. The only child here." Claire whispered as she began to think of the others surrounding her. Charlie looked down to her.

"How have you guys managed to live this long?" Claire asked looking up to Charlie.

"I don't know." He answered honestly not knowing.

People made their way in and out of the caves. Gathering this and dropping off that. Never once did Jack. Kate was beginning to worry.

"What's up with her?' Hurley asked Charlie as he walked in instantly seeing Kate sitting staring of into space.

"You've noticed it too?' Charlie said.

"She's been like that since Jack left. All huddled up. Not moving.' Charlie explained.

"She's worried about him." Claire inputted. Charlie looked down to her. Again she said what was everyone's mind.

"Dudes I'd love to sit and chat, but I gotta catch some fish." Hurley said as he threw his fishing stick over his shoulder and headed out.

Looking down to Claire, Charlie saw she was fixated on Walt across the way. He sat with a box in his lap flipping through some papers in it.

"Charlie why don't you go sit with Walt?" Claire suggested.

"What about you?" He asked.

"I'm alright Charlie." She smiled as she turned to look through a book. He gave her a smile as he got up and walked over to Walt. He looked curiously up to Charlie as he came over him.

"What you looking at?" Charlie asked as he sat down next to him

. "Drawings. My dad made me when I was younger." Walt said with pride as he began to show Charlie.

They were quite beautiful. Flipping through the papers suddenly Walt flinched back.

"You all right?" Charlie asked.

"Yeah. Just a paper cut." Walt said as he brushed it off.

Sitting across from them Kate sat going through Jack's supplies he sat down when he came in last. Searching through it she began to think of him. A sour feeling grew in the pit of her stomach. She needed to change the bandage on her side. Charlie looked up from Walt as he heard Kate cough. She seemed to not notice it as she began to treat her healing wound.

Pulling at the bandage on her stomach she gasped in pain causing Charlie to look up to her again. She eased back as she set the bandage on cot. Feeling a tickle in her throat she felt a cough coming on. Brushing the loose curls from the side of her face she put her hand to her mouth covering it as she coughed. Stopping, it quickly came back again. Coughing again this time for a longer period. Reaching over for a bottle of water next to the cot the cut came close to the side of the cot. As she sat back it lightly grazed it opening it up.

"Ow." Kate whispered between coughs, as she looked down to the blood coming form her side.

The bleeding wouldn't stop. She began to worry as she searched for something to stop the bleeding.

Becoming worried at all this Charlie had looked up and started watching her. Her herself began to stress out as she remembered that morning. Waking up and not being able to breath. Holding the water bottle in hand she reached over to Jack's bag. Quickly she began to cough again as she dropped the water bottle to her side. It landed against her side exerting pain from the open cut. She couldn't even call out in pain as the coughs became rougher alarming Charlie. He got up from Walt and walked over to Kate.

"Are you ok?" He asked coming over to her.

"Ye-" She got out before she started coughing again.

Within seconds it was worse. She was bent over the cot coughing things up on the ground. With every cough Charlie's heart skipped a beat.

Suddenly she sat up gasping for air.

"Kate?" Charlie asked. She started to shake her head trying to tell them something.

"Kate sweetheart?" Claire asked getting up becoming increasingly worried. "I think she's having trouble breathing." Claire said in a jagged voice. Kate started to wave her hand franticly next to her face as if to fan herself as she tried to get words out.

"J..A.C-" She got out before she began short breathless gasps.

"Charlie go find Jack quick!" Claire yelled as she came rushing to Kate's side.

"Ok. Walt help Claire try and keep her calm!" Charlie screamed.

"We've got it Charlie. Go find Jack!" Claire yelled back to him.

Charlie ran as fast as he could towards where he knew they were burying Boone. Things became a blur around him as he moved in a hurry. Farther along he got he slowed down, as the surroundings didn't seem familiar. It was a open area surrounded by huge trees and greenery hanging everywhere. Had he made a wrong turn? Slowing down he walked around in circles looking every possible direction to where he knew he could head.

Choosing a somewhat familiar path he quickly began to run as fast as he could again. Last time he ran this fast was when Claire went into false labor. This might be a little bit more serious. And this time he wouldn't make the mistake of telling someone else to get Jack. He was gonna find him and bring him back.

As the woods became wider and wider around him he slowed down to look around. Then there was Locke's voice. Looking towards it he faintly made out Locke and Michael. He couldn't tell where Jack was. Jogging closer he saw him walk out form behind Michael. Quickly he ran into the small clearing. All attention turned to him.

"Jack!" He breathed out.

"What's wrong?" Jack asked as he began to worry a bit.

"Ka…Kate." Was all Charlie could get out without passing out.

"Kate?" Jack asked making sure that's what he heard.

Charlie nodded his head sending Jack off in a frantic run towards the caves.

'What's wrong with her?" Locke asked.

"She can't breath." Charlie said.

Both Locke and Michael's eyes went wide with the same thought running through their mind.

"My god." Locke said as he quickly headed back towards the caves with Michael and Charlie quick behind him.

Claire and Walt sat close next to her trying to help her breathe. Nothing was helping. Her face was quickly changing tones as her head began to spine.

"Kate sweetheart.' Claire started holding her hand in her lap.

"Jack's coming. He'll be here soon. Just hold on." Claire said with tears trying not to scare her.

Walt on the other hand was applying pressure to wound. He held it tight being calmer then any of them.

Within 30 seconds or so Jack rushed into the caves.

"Jack." Claire called out trying to let Kate know he was there.

"Oh god Kate." He said as he held back his own tears.

He quickly came to her side nearly pushing Walt and Claire away. He picked up the water bottle she had dropped.

"Kate." He said sweetly as he grasped her face in his hand.

"Kate look at me.' He said making sure she could hear him.

She looked him strait in the eyes. Tears were creeping down her face. He saw she was scared and he could barely take it.

"Remember this morning?" He asked.

He was looking for some kinda sign that she understood. She did nothing. Taking her hand in his he held it tight.

"Squeeze my hand if you remember this morning." He told her.

He felt a light squeeze from her hand.

"You're gonna have to drink the water to get you're lungs to start taking air in again." He explained as he lifted the water to her mouth.

As she gasped he tilted the water back into her mouth.

"Now swallow." He said as she closed her mouth.

She sat there for a second holding in her mouth trying not to spit it out.

"Kate please. You have to swallow." Jack pleaded.

"I know you're scared, but this will help you. I promise." He said as he began to squeeze her hand.

By now everyone there at the caves was crowded around them hoping with their fingers crossed. Slowly Kate swallowed the water. As she took a breath she slowly exhaled a jagged breath.

"You see." Jack cheered.

"Here." He said lifting the water to her lips again.

"Swallow." He said encouraging her as he caressed her hand.

Swallowing she slowly started to breath again. Jack's face quickly turned from worry to joy as she slowly stopped gasping and eased back on the coughing. Still holding onto her hand and her to his, he sat there until he knew she could talk and breathe without problem.

After she was ok he looked to the bloodstain on her shirt.

"What happened here?" He asked as he lifted her shirt up enough to see the wound.

"I hit the side of the cot and re-opened it." She nearly whispered.

He looked up to her. Without a word he went through his bag. Pulling out bandages and tape he readied to fix her up. Cleaning the wound and bandaging it up he looked her strait in the face.

"Next time for both our sakes wait for me." He smiled with a laugh.

She smiled as she looked away from him.

"Be careful." He said as he put his bag aside.

He didn't know what to say to her. This was the 3rd time in a week that he could've lost her. The look in her eyes seemed to be the normal look he got from her. Thinking of something he couldn't come to grips with. Feeling tongue-tied he decide to get up. Gently touching her hand he got up and walked away.

Walking across the way he passed Walt who was sitting close around the fire. Michael came over with a blanket in his hands. He had noticed his son was shaking.

"Cold?' He asked draping the blanket over Walt.

"No." He simply answered pushing the blanket off him.

"What? You're sitting here shaking and you're not cold?" Michael asked.

"Yeah. I started shaking a little while ago." Walt said not looking away from the fire. Michael was confused at what his son was saying.

"Maybe you're alitttle worked up after earlier." Michael suggested.

"You saved her life little man." Michael smiled resting a supporting hand on Walt's back.

"Yeah I guess." Walt shrugged off seeing no interest in what his father said.

With this Michael was somewhat concerned with how Walt was acting. The lack of interest was normal, but the shaking put him off.

Jack sat almost as far away as he could from Kate without actually leaving the caves. He stood with a banana unpeeled in his hand just watching her. She sat there still with her knees to her chest watching the others.

"I heard what happened." Sayid's voice came from behind him. Jack turned around. It was silent between the two for a minute.

"What do you think is wrong with her?" Sayid asked.

"I don't know." Jack sighed. "It's odd. One moment she's fine. Then the other she's collapsed gasping for air and then fine again." Jack rambled.

"I don't have any idea. I've never seen this before." Jack sighed again. Sayid wanted to input, but had no idea how to come across it.

"So how's Shannon?" Jack asked with sympathy in his voice.

"Well she's completely distanced herself. She finally got to sleep as the sun went down. That was when I heard of Kate's condition.' Sayid sighed as the both looked to Kate.

They both stood there wondering what was going on with everyone. First Kate's attack, then Boone's disappearance and death, and Kate's illness. It boggled them both.

Kate sat the knowing Jack and Sayid was talking about her. She would here snippets of their conversation, but it didn't bother her. She was in a daze after what had happened that day. Boone was dead she thought to herself. Someone had killed him. What if it was the same person that killed her? Looking around everyone had distanced themselves from her. Charlie and Claire were sitting together looking over her diary. Michael and Walt were sitting there staring into the fire with the others around them. And Jack was suddenly nowhere to be seen. Neither was Sayid.

She felt awkward sitting there. The caves suddenly felt like a prison to her. She hadn't been away from there since yesterday and that didn't last long. She wanted to get away and go to the beach. The fresh ocean air would do her good. Being away from the caves would do her better.

Getting up she took the tie around her wrist and pulled her hair back tying it in place. She didn't even bother with her bloody t-shirt. Walking slowly away from the cot no one seemed to realize she was up and walking about. As she got to the border of the trail she took a quick look back to see none of them noticed she was gone. That was a load off her shoulders. She just wanted to get away without any contest.

Walking along the trail that was lit with only a few torches here and there, she made her way thought free towards the beach. She felt good to be up and walking around. Suddenly she felt free to not be stuck there.

"Kate." She heard Jack call her from behind.

She swiftly turned around to see him walk up to her. She knew she had been caught. He was struck by her.

The way the torches lit up one side of her face and gloomed over the other just stopped him for a minute.

"What are you doing out here?" He asked.

"Heading to the beach." She said folding her hands as she walked to him.

"In the middle of the night? Alone?" He asked with a slight "unbelieving" laugh.

"Yeah." She simply answered not wanting to answer the question "why?"

"Kate you shouldn't be out here alone. After what happened today and what happened last week no one should be out alone." He exclaimed.

"I just needed some fresh air away from the caves." She explained.

"You could've asked me to come." Jack suggested furrowing his brow.

At this point she didn't know how to act to his worry. She simply looked down to the ground trying to hide her smile.

"I know." He sighed.

"You're able to take care of yourself." He said spewing out the words that plagued her mind.

She looked up to him as her smile lifted. He came closer to her. Looking up in his eyes she was amazed by the firelight dancing in his eyes.

"But we're worried about you Kate." He said knowing it was mostly him that worried.

"After last week and today we're all unhinged." He explained

"I know Jack.' She said stopping him from preaching to her.

"I'm ok. And sorry I walked off." She expressed knowing that was wanted to here.

A light laugh came from him. That was easier then I thought both seemed to think.

"I gotta head back. I really need to sleep." He said passing off a way to end the awkwardness.

"Me too." She said knowing what he was doing and felt the same was.

"Please stay here tonight.' Jack tried to plead wondering if it would get him anywhere.

"Ok." She answered.

He was struck by her cooperation and she knew it. She could read his face easily in the dark.

"Don't stay out here too long." He said as he turned around and began to head back. Suddenly she felt bad about leaving the conversation the way she did.

"Jack." She called after him. He stopped and turned around again struck by her standing there. She said nothing as she walked up to him.

"What?" He asked, as she got close.

Quiet she stood slightly on her tiptoes. Leaning in she left a gentle kiss on his cheek before she loosely wrapped her arms around his neck. This caught Jack completely off guard. Tightening her arms around his neck she rested her face in the crook of his neck.

"Thank you." She said into the collar of his shirt.

He wanted to ask for what, but didn't want to spoil it. Holding back tears she pulled away grazing her face along side of his. Giving him a quick glance the tears welled up in her eyes, as she couldn't take it anymore. She looked away as she said not a word. He turned raising his hand to his cheek as he watched her walk back to the caves.

He was caught in a daze. What had she thanked him for? Slowly lowering his hand he stood there for a minute watching after where she had disappeared. Heading back to the caves he meant to talk to her, but he found her peacefully sleeping on the cot all covered up. He hadn't the heart to wake her just to talk. He quickly decided against it. Pulling himself away from her he walked past the others not noticing their stares. He just simply walked over to where he slept. After getting comfortable he closed his eyes not sure if he would sleep that night.

The next morning was better then the day before. Everyone got up without problem going about their day. Jack stayed around the caves until Kate was up. It took her a while to get up and want to do something. Kate said nothing to him knowing exactly why he was sticking around while the others left. As soon as she got up she was met by Claire holding Christopher.

"Morning.' Claire smiled.

"Is it already?" Kate joked looking up seeing beyond the canopy of the trees.

"I know. Seems like only yesterday we were on the plane." Claire laughed nervously seeing the joke didn't go over so well.

"So is there anything you need help with?" Kate asked looking around at the caves.

"Well after I put the peanut down you wanna help me tidy up the place?" Claire asked.

"Sure." Kate replied.

"We can be the den mothers for a while.' Claire laughed and slowly stopped as she caught Jack's glare from the other side of the caves as he tried talking with Hurley.

Kate saw her eyes shift to behind her.

Not thinking about it she turned to see Jack back down from his glare quickly. She didn't call him on it. She just wondered why all of a sudden he was acting weird around her. Brushing it off for her own good she turned to help Claire. After an hour or so they felt satisfied with the result. Claire sat down to feed a starving Christopher while Kate made the cot she slept in. She had tried to not notice Jack still looming around behind her trying to look innocent. Turning from the cot she saw Sun approach her.

"Kate." She called.

"I was wondering if you could help me tend the garden?' She asked in the sweet endearing voice.

"Sure." Kate replied as she put her present work down and headed off behind her.

Seeing her walk off, Jack wanted to follow her. Putting down his breakfast of passion fruit he began walking across the caves to the trail that led to the garden.

"Jack." Michael's voice called stopping him. He turned to him.

"I was wondering if you could take a look at Walt?" Michael asked. "Well what's wrong with him?' Jack asked.

"See I don't know. He's been shaking since last night. I thought it was maybe because of last night, but he hasn't stopped." Michael explained catching Jack's attention.

"I don't even think he really went to sleep.' Michael frowned.

"Ok.' Jack said as he put his hand out telling Michael to lead on.

As they walked over to Walt, Jack wondered what could be wrong with him. He couldn't exactly diagnose him until he saw him, but it messed with his mind thinking of what could be wrong. Coming to Walt's side Michael sat down.

"Walt." Jack called kneeling down next to him. Walt seemed perfectly fine. Except he was shaking near seizer size. Jack looked over him for any signs to what might be wrong with him.

"Did you eat anything that you weren't supposed to?" Jack asked.

"No." Walt answered. Jack raised his hand to Walt's forehead. Applying a small pressure to his temple with his thumb.

"Does it hurt when I do this?" Jack asked.

"A little bit." Walt answered. That was normal to Jack.

"So do how do you feel?" Jack asked looking him over.

"Weird." Walt said looking away.

"Weird as in how?" Jack asked beginning to wonder just what weird meant as all the possible sicknesses he could have went through his mind.

"Just weird. I don't feel sick or anything just weird." Walt shrugged off. Jack's eyes went big.

He didn't feel it. The thought ran through mind wondering where he had heard it before. Then he remembered Kate.

She had said she didn't feel sick when clearly she was sick. She also had started out shaking in the beginning. Was Walt coming down with what Kate had? If so they were all in for it. Without Jack knowing what Kate had how was he supposed to treat Walt? He hadn't the slightest clue what was wrong with him. It could be just slight overwhelming or something worse. Whatever it was they'd just have to ride it out.

Getting up Jack beckoned Michael.

"So what's wrong with him?' Michael asked. Jack took a deep breath.

"I don't know." He answered.

"You don't-" Michael screamed before Jack stopped him.

"You don't know what's wrong with him?" Michael finished in quieter tone. Jack shook his head.

"You're a doctor man." Michael wined.

"I know, but I don't know everything." Jack exclaimed. Michael took a deep breath trying to clam himself. "What am I supposed to do then?' Michael asked through his teeth.

"All I can tell you to do is watch him. If he gets worse tell me and we can work from there. As of now I don't know what's wrong." Jack explained as he took a look at Walt before he walked away.

Michael stood there in disbelief before he turned to walk back over to Walt.

The rest of the day went by slow and uneventful. Michael never left Walt's side. He was too afraid to leave him after what Jack had said. Claire busied herself around the caves not able to go far with Christopher. She would help out the ones who came into the caves to do something and quickly set off again. Everyone had kept away for nearly the whole day. Even Jack headed out to the beach for some sunlight.

As everyone came back close to sunset they settled down after their long days work. Jack had made it back with Locke who carried a boar behind him. He still seemed shook up from the day before. He didn't talk much. Getting to the caves everyone was relieved to have something to eat after the long day. But not Jack. He was fixated on something else. Kate. She had been gone since that morning and now nearing nightfall she was nowhere to be seen.

Soon enough around sunset Kate walked into the camp with smiles all over her face. He noticed she was changed into those cargo pants she always wore and a skin tight white shirt that said DETROIT across the chest. She was all washed up and she seemed so happy forgetting about the things around her. For the first time in weeks Jack saw a true smile on her face. She looked so much better from what she was yesterday and even the days before that. This put a smile on Jack's face.

The next couple of days started off without worry. Kate hadn't got sick or even showed she might be sick. She spent less and less time at the caves feeling better and seeming to overcome what she had. That lifted some weight off Jack's shoulders not only because she was fine, but if Walt had the same thing he'd be fine too. Jack thought all too well before he knew.

By the third day Walt was having coughing fits and they were worse then what Kate's had been. A couple of times they came very close to losing him. Jack tried his best to make Michael understand there was nothing he could do to save him. But Michael was stubborn to Jack's advice. He knew there was a way to help him.

On the forth day was the worst of all. Jack had made it to where he barely left the caves. With Walt's condition he didn't wanna be off at the beach and make it back too late. He could never forgive himself. On that day he had been talking to Claire when that bone chilling sound made him jump.

"Jack!" Michael called from across the way. Jack jumped up and hurried over to him.

Sitting next to him holding Walt in his arms he picked up a bottle of water. Michael grabbed it quickly out of his hands. Bringing it to Walt's mouth he nearly forced it down his throat

. "Michael you can't force him to drink it." Jack warned him.

"Man I'll handle this my own damn way." Michael protested. With his snapping Jack backed off.

After Walt slowly came down Jack tried to go back to what he was doing. Soon everyone made their way back for the night. Again Kate had been out most of the day. It still worried Jack, but he had no contest to letting her do what she wanted. He had faith that she knew what she was doing.

The night soon became long as Walt had three more attacks. All worse then the one before. The others tried not to listen, but it hard not to. Kate on the other hand watched every minute of it. From Michael calling Jack to him finally getting up and walking away. Now she was fixated on him sitting there next to Michael cradling half of Walt in his hands. He looked up to see the guilty look on her face. He knew she felt bad about this, seeing this was how she was. It hit her to see Jack taking care of Walt just like he had with her. As tears came to her eyes she didn't pull away. Instead she stayed and watched. Watched as they tried to save Walt.

Slowly everything calmed down. Walt fell asleep after his last attack and Michael sat watch next to him. The others felt ok to sleep with the commotion settled down. Kate had settled down by the fire falling asleep shortly after Jack had made his way over to sit down. She wanted to stay up and comfort him, but watching the flames dance she closed her eyes and that was the end of it. Jack felt obligated to stay up incase something happened again. But same as Kate sleep endured quickly in the night.

The next day came with relief. Walt woke up perfectly fine. He didn't have any attacks. He didn't even act sick. Michael was still uneasy, but it seemed as if nothing had happened to him. This made Jack to feel better about leaving the caves. Making sure it was ok for him to leave, Jack headed off. He didn't no where he was going to go he just wanted to go. This made him completely understand how Kate felt that night; still he wondered what she thanked him for.

Kate had made her way for the third day to the garden. Her and Sun had really bonded over the couple of days they had spent together.

"So how's Jack?" Sun blurted out as they gathered their things heading to the caves.

"I guess he's alright. Haven't talked to him much.' Kate answered.

"Really?" Sun asked. Kate laughed nodding her head as she thought about it. She hadn't really spoken a word to Jack besides "hi" since that night.

"He seems a little over worked with what's happening to Michael and Walt." Sun explained. "Yeah." Kate sighed really dwelling on how Jack was doing.

Walking into the caves they were stopped by the sight of Claire and Michael hovering over Walt.

"Oh no." Sun called out as Kate went racing towards them. It hadn't even crossed her mind that Jack wasn't there.

"What happened?" Kate asked hoping he wasn't dead. Walt lay in their arms with his eyes closed. Claire looked up to explain knowing Michael couldn't.

"He was playing and just collapsed." Claire explained.

"Has anyone gone to find Jack?" Kate asked finally realizing he wasn't there. "I sent Charlie." Claire got out before Jack came rushing up behind them.

Soon everyone was pacing around like if they were at a hospital waiting in the waiting room. Jack sat next to Michael as he looked over Walt.

"How can you still not know?" Michael yelled. Everyone looked back to him. Kate caught Jack's stressful eyes. She saw that he was scared of what might happen. She closed hers giving her a reason to look away.

"What am I supposed to do?" Michael nearly cried looking down to Walt.

"Just be with him. That's all you can do." Jack explained.

"Is he gonna be ok?" Michael asked. Jack hadn't the heart to tell him he didn't know.

"Yes. Just give him some time." Jack said resting hand on his back before getting up.

Sighing as he walked he passed Kate.

"Jack what's wrong with him?" Kate whispered close next to him.

"I don't know.' He sighed.

"Really?" Kate asked grabbing his arm of his white shirt. He stopped and turned around.

"Really Kate?' He asked. He didn't get an answer from her.

"I have no idea' He snapped in her face before turning and walking away.

She stood there in disbelief of the way he was acting. She understood the way he felt, but that was no reason to act it out on her. Rubbing her face in stress she walked over to Charlie and Claire who sat with Christopher.

"He's bound a bit tight.' Charlie exclaimed as he watched him walk over to the supply corner of the caves.

Kate said nothing as she sat down. Her eyes were fixed on Michael and Walt. She felt bad knowing what might happen. He could loose his son for the second time this time loosing him forever.

That night only Claire, Charlie, Kate and Hurley sat around the dimming fire. Everyone was too scared to venture out anywhere after what happened to Boone. And the rate of nervousness was high with thoughts on Michael and Walt. They lay on the cot together, Walt in Michael's arms slipping in and out of consciousness. He was whispering something to his son as he held back tears. Claire turned from it looking down to Christopher falling asleep in her arms. She was whispering some sort of prayer as she caressed his cheek with her finger.

An uneasy smile came over Kate as Charlie turned back to fire.

"I feel bad for him.' He whispered as he hunched over for the others to hear. Kate looked down to her arms folded across her chest as a strong feeling came to the pit of her stomach. She felt bad for both of them

. Walt must be scared with the position he's in and Michael was loosing the only thing that kept him on this island.

"He's got it rough." Hurley sighed being the last to turn back to the fire.

It became silent over the firs again. It reminded Kate of when her and Charlie had venture into the jungle the third day to work with the transceiver. They all sat around the firs that night pondering what to tell the others. Now they were wondering whether or not Walt would make it through the night.

No one else noticed Jack walking up to fire. Kate did. Her eyes shifted up to him walking behind Claire. He seemed not to even notice her, as her eyes were fixated on him. Looking back to the fire she noticed it was going dim. Sighing she got up. Getting his attention she walked off down the lit trail to the beach where she knew had the best firewood. She didn't pay attention to his stare digging into her back.

Sleep was slowly and slowly creeping up on her as she walked down the trail. Coming up on the cut off she took a turn and headed down a dense passage. Bending under trees and walking through the mud she saw the torch that lit the firewood area. Walking over she picked up the axe that sat hidden in the brush. Picking it up she lugged it over to a large branch that had already been cut down, but just needed to be cut smaller. Cutting a few pieces seemed to ease her stress. With the force she was using all the anger hit the wood when she brought the ax to it.

Cutting off a few pieces she set the ax back where she had found it.

"Hi Kate." She heard Jack's voice from behind her.

She looked down under her arms to see his bare feet behind her. She knew he had been standing behind her for a while.

"Jack." She simply said as she turned around and gave him a quick glance before turning to walk back. She was mad at him.

"Kate…" He called turning around. She stopped.

When he didn't finish his statement she began to walk again.

"I'm sorry for how I acted earlier if I made you mad." Jack apologized. She had never heard those words come out of his mouth as an apology.

"I'm not mad at what you did earlier Jack." She stated turning around walking back to him.

"Then why are you treating me like this Kate?" He asked.

"You're acting like you're the only one going through something right now and you're taking it out on us." She explained.

"Well if I wasn't the only one who knew how to do anything around here I wouldn't have a reason." Jack said calmer then she expected.

"First of all Jack that's not the case. Everyone does everything. You just think you get more because of you being the doctor. And second of all I try to do something, but anytime I try to walk two feet out of your sight you get all worried and find some reason for me to stay." She pointed out as he began to see fury in her eyes.

"You expect me not to be worried after what happened to you?' He asked. "Maybe I shouldn't be worried after finding out we have a murderer on the loose. Or maybe I shouldn't be worried that Walt has the same thing you have and he's laying back there dying!" Jack gritted through his teeth as he pointed towards the caves.

Kate stared up to him with deviance in her eyes.

"That's still no reason to treat me like I did something to you Jack." She exclaimed in a tone no louder then a whisper. Taking a deep breath Jack calmed down.

"I'm sorry ok. It's just that I'm exhausted." He said trying to justify what he was doing. "We all are Jack." She said as she turned away. He said nothing as he watched her walk away with wood in hand leaving him there with what he did.

Sleep didn't come to easy for Kate. The looming thought of Walt dying was enough to prolong anybody from sleep, but she had Jack.

Jack never disappointed her. Once he came back from where she had left him he sat down next to her. Thinking she was asleep hopefully she watched him from over the top of her blanket. He sat there staring into the flames like she did occasionally.

But the look in his eyes seemed in more thought them her's even seemed to be. She did more of her thinking looking out into the horizon.

She was awake most of the night watching him sit there. A couple of times she caught him looking over to her and the others. Then there were time when he would get up and walk around trying to avoid Michael and Walt fast asleep on the cot. He came back when he felt right with himself. Before he settled down he got up on his knees and scooted close to her. She closed her eyes as she saw him loom over her. Only seeing his shadow she tried hard not look. He leaned in and left a goodnight kiss on her cheek before whispering;

"Goodnight Kate." And then he pulled back and lay down to sleep. Kate didn't are open her eyes and look over to him knowing her knew she was watching him.

Crying awoke everyone. Kate's eyes opened looking up to see Jack quickly jumping over her and some of the others racing around. Sitting up she turned around to see what the commotion was. Looking over she saw Michael cradling Walt in his arms. He rocked back and forth as he cried. The worst thought came to Kate's mind. Getting up she walked with Claire over to the circle of people that was around Michael.

"Come on little man wake up." Michael cried looking down into his son's face. There was nothing. He was still and limp in his arms.

"Please." Michael cried as Locke came up behind him.

"I'm sorry Michael he's gone." Locke whispered as he rested a hand on back.

"No.' Michael whispered as he looked down to Walt.

Jack squatted down in front of him trying to access the situation.

"Michael I'm sorry, but he's not gonna wake up." Jack tried to say without offending him. "You lied to me." Michael said under his breath.

"What?" Jack asked. "You told me he'd be all right." Michael nearly growled as he looked up to Jack and the others.

"I also said I didn't know." Jack tried to justify. "You should've." Michael said. Jack didn't answer and just looked to the side trying to think of what to say.

"You told me my son would be ok!" Michael yelled as he let go of Walt and stood up causing Jack to stand too.

Michael cried near uncontrollable as he walked to Jack. Jack slowly backed up into the others not sure what he was going to do.

"You told me he's be alright!" Michael screamed before hooking Jack in his right jaw throwing him off a bit. Locke came up behind Michael holding him back from acting out again.

Brining his hand up his jaw, Jack turned to Michael giving him a look of distrust. After all he did he treated him like this. Without a word Jack turned and walked through the crowd. The others looked back to Michael as he came to his knees in front of Walt.

"I'm sorry." Locke expressed as he sat down next to him. The others began to turn away giving their respects to Michael and Walt both. Kate stood there for a moment behind Charlie before he turned back to sit with a shook up Claire. She just watched as her stomach turned into a roller coater.

Turning away she looked over to Jack who stood near by trying to medicate his jaw. Taking a deep breath she walked over to him. Jack saw her in the mirror he held up. Looking out of the corner of his eyes he tried not to dwell on all thoughts of her going through his head. Putting the mirror down he looked over to her. The small smile on her face brushed her curls that fell from her bun against her cheek. He tried hard to keep a smile from his face, but her cheery output didn't help the fight.

Her face dropped as she looked up to his face.

"Got you pretty good didn't he?" Kate asked as she pointed up to the bruise surfacing on his face.

"Can add it to my collection." Jack said as he bent over going through his bag.

Pulling out the peroxide he twisted off the lid and soaked a small piece of cloth. Brining it to the small cut on his jaw he gasped in slight pain.

"Here." Kate offered as she took the cloth from his hand.

Jack looked down at her with a suspicious stare. She felt his stare as she glanced up before she brought the clothe to his face. Easing it to his skin he jerked back. She pulled back her hand as she looked up to him with a raised brow. She was confused about why he was acting like she was poisoned. Bringing it back to his jaw she made contact with the irritated skin. Blotting it around his jaw she felt his constant stare. Glancing up he pretended to not be looking as he looked away.

Getting the feeling he felt weird with what she was doing Kate stopped.

"All better." She smiled meekly. Jack looked back to her giving her the same smile as he put his stuff away.

Kate looked over to Michael again. Him and Locke had covered Walt's body and seemed to be talking of what to do. The thought quickly came over Kate's mind.

"What's gonna happen now?" Kate asked never looking away. Jack turned to see her looking away. He turned to see what she saw

. "We bury him and try and go about our lives." Jack said as he turned away again. Kate looked over to him with her brow furrowed.

"Jack we just can't go on the same after this." Kate exclaimed.

"We have to Kate." Jack said not looking away from what he was doing.

In disgust and total denial Kate turned away. As she walked away Jack turned and watched her. He felt bad for the way he was coming across to her, but he didn't know how to act around her anymore. With all the stress he has been through lately he doesn't know how to act around anyone. But she was the one person he knew he could talk to, but now it was just hard to look at her. For some reason he felt weird anytime he was around her and he had no idea why.