Sparks
Disclaimer: Lost belongs to J..J. Abrams and Co. at ABC and this fic was inspired by StandardBlack's "Suspicion".
Summary: My take on the missing scene from the end of Born to Run. Jack/Kate. One-shot.
The tiny sparks popped before Kate as she stared into the ignoramus fire in front of her. But it wasn't where she was before. No, that one had been left vacant. When Sawyer had told her that there wasn't anything left staying for she wanted to scream in his face, wanted so badly to shout 'don't you get it!' but he didn't. And now that she thought about it, she wasn't so sure that she had 'gotten it' either.
From the moment she met Sawyer, to that day when he told her the truth about his past, Kate had felt an instant connection to him. But now, she realized, that there was no connection at all. Every single thing about the two were exactly the same, and Kate was beginning to realize that the only reason she had ever stayed with Sawyer was because whenever she was helping Sawyer, she was helping herself.
Footsteps creaked behind her, and then stopped, and if she hadn't of been so down, so busy crying, she would've smiled.
"You can come out now, Jack," Kate said, wiping the tears from her face.
"How'd you know it was me?" Jack asked, stepping forward.
"Because everyone else has been treating me like I have some contagious disease," Kate said sadly.
"Michael told me what happened," Jack said, as he stepped behind her, "mind if I sit down?"
Kate shook her head, and scooted over on the log she was sitting on. When it was clear that Kate was going to refuse to talk, Jack did it for her.
"How're you doing?" He asked, and could've kicked himself.
What a stupid question.
"It could be an advantage to you, you know," Jack said thoughtfully, "having everyone afraid of you."
"What kind of advantage is that?" Kate asked dully.
Jack shrugged.
"It's better than having dozens of patients complaining to you every day," Jack said, trying to amuse Kate, "I had one person today who tried to get me to tell them how to treat a mosquito bite."
"Funny," Kate said, obviously not amused.
Studying her, Jack fought against his nerves, and reached up, pulling Kate's hair that dangled in her face, preventing him to see those eyes of hers he loved so much. The eyes of her that told so much. The window to her soul.
"We all make mistakes, Kate," Jack began, but didn't get very far when she interrupted him.
"It wasn't even my mistake!" Kate said, in a tone that made Jack jump back a little. "I don't even know how he found out! I never saw it coming, I never-"
Kate let out a sob and Jack felt weak when he found that all he could do was watch her. Hold her, he told himself, comfort her. Say something. Anything. Tell her it will be okay. But Jack couldn't. Because that was a lie. Everything wouldn't be okay, not in a society like this, where all rules of fairness were taken away. Forget second chances. Forget live and let die. One mistake, and you were left out in the cold. Well, one thing Jack knew was that Kate didn't deserve being left out in the cold, and he wasn't going to allow it.
So even though he didn't have the words to comfort her, to reassure her, to tell her that he was there for her, proud of her, that he needed her, Jack still sat with her and held her, in the comfort of the fire in front of her, and the sparks.
Author's Note: Wow, that was horrible, but I've had that scene in my head since the end of Born To Run. Thanks for reading if you read the dreadful thing!
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