All right, as I promised the next chapter, it's not fluffy although there is fluff in it, but not that much (if that made any sense at all…)

Pangs Of Guilt

Chapter 4

Regrets

The waves crashed on the beach, as the early morning sun was beginning to heat up the day. Kate opened her eyes wearily, but smiled gleefully when she realized that Jack was still with her.

She turned her head up from his chest and looked at him. To her surprise he was awake, she beamed at him, and he grinned back. He moved one of his hands and began stroking her hair. She sighed contently.

He chuckled, and her head bounced with the rise and fall of his chest.

"What?" she asked curiously.

"Your hair is full of sand," he replied.

"I don't care," she answered still smiling, "I'd pour ten bags of sand in my hair to relive last night again."

"And all you had to do was ask nicely."

She gave him a smirk and moved off of him, taking one of the blankets that covered them. She wrapped it around herself and walked to her bag in search of clothes.

"Are we going to tell anybody?" she asked.

"Do they need to know?" he answered.

"I guess not, what they don't know won't hurt them," she shrugged, then a somber look fell over her face, "Do you regret it?"

"What? No," he answered surprised, "How could I regret being with you."

She found her clothes and flopped on the ground beside him again, "I don't know, I feel kind of guilty," she revealed.

"Why," he asked sitting up to meet her distressed eyes.

She looked in his eyes, then her view fell to the flour thin, white sand, "I guess because so many people died on the plane crash, and here we are…" she stopped in mid sentence, "Besides the group is probably looking for us."

"Kate, we survived that plane crash for a reason," he explained lifting her chin up so she met his gaze, "And the group was fine without us for a day."

She grasped the hand that was on her chin, and leaned in to kiss Jack, "In that case do you want to come with me?" she asked.

"Where are you going?" he cocked an eyebrow.

"Well I have to loose this blanket, and wash the sand out of my hair," she explained.

"Well if you're loosing the blanket…"

She laughed and pushed him back, running towards the waves.

After some time spent in the ocean, Jack and Kate began the trek back to the caves.

"Are you still going to stay on the beach?" he asked as they held hands, while walking down the sandy shore.

"Yeah, I have to," she explained, "If I leave and go to the caves so suddenly, people are going to know that there is something up between us."

Jack sighed, she was right, a downside to having a personal relationship on the island, "When will we see each other?"

"I don't know, I could try to sneak into your cave," Kate suggested.

"Or we could go out into the forest," Jack proposed.

"And what, have hot jungle sex?" she asked with a laugh.

He chuckled, "It's better then none."

"That reminds me," Kate started her voice sounding suddenly serious, "about last night…"

Jack looked over at her, his eyes willing her to tell him what was on her mind.

"You used protection, right?" she asked with a nervous chuckle, it almost sounded like she was making light of the situation.

Jack stopped walking, he stood idol for a few seconds.

"Right?" she asked again a little stricter as she turned around. When he didn't answer she became a little nervous, "Jack?"

She walked over to him, "You didn't, did you?" she was now becoming angry.

"You were with me the whole time, when could I?" he asked defensively.

"I don't know, I just presumed you had some," she shrugged.

"Jesus Kate, we're on an island," he answered.

"So there must have been some condoms somewhere," she replied.

"There is back at the caves," he explained.

"Well why didn't you bring them?" she asked angrily.

"Because I didn't expect to be having sex with you on the beach!" he voice rising as he responded.

"Okay," Kate took a deep breath in and placed her hand on Jack's face. He was hotter then usual, "Okay, we can't get upset about this, nothing might happen," she explained and looked at him for an answer but received none.

"You're a doctor Jack," she exclaimed, "What's the chance that nothing will happen?"

"Kate you really…" He began, she grabbed his arm softly and looked into his eyes, hers glazed over, almost like crystal.

"What's the percentage that nothing's going to happen?" She asked again, her voice and body trembling.

Jack froze, he knew the percentage all right, but he didn't want her to obsess over nothing. He looked at her and was about to divulge the information but they were interrupted.

"Jack!" a familiar voice yelled, "Kate!"

They looked down the beach, and saw the recognizable silhouette of Locke, who was just immerging from the forest. He jogged up to them

"I take it you're both okay?" he asked when he reached them.

They quickly glanced at each other, Locke took notice of this, "Did I disrupt something?" he asked.

"No," Kate shook her head and began walking, "Nothing at all."

The trudge along the beach was extremely awkward, Kate hadn't said more then a sentence since Locke had arrived. She simply kept five feet ahead of Jack the whole trip.

After what seemed like hours, they returned to the beach. Shannon lay sun tanning, Boone sat absentmindedly beside her staring out into the ocean, and it seemed the second Kate stepped onto the recognizable beach, Sawyer emerged from his tent.

"Well, well, well," he began in a mocking tone, "Look what the cat dragged in." Kate glared at him, an unamused look plastered on her face, "Whatsa matter Freckles? Get caught by the warden before you could make your escape?" He asked sardonically as she walked by him.

She said nothing as she passed him, which caused him to become confused. Usually she would have had a come back by now.

Jack and Locke stood a few feet away from Sawyer, watching in puzzlement as Kate continued to walk away.

"Freckles?" Sawyer called after her, his voice angry in misunderstanding. Her answer to the question was a simple gesture as she continued to walk down the beach, not looking behind her as she flipped Sawyer off.

Sawyer looked over at Jack and cocked an eyebrow, "I don't know what you did to her Jacko, but I'd hate to be in your shoes right now."

Jack said nothing in return, but turned and walked into the jungle heading towards the caves. He and Locke were silent until they moved through the bushes and saw the familiar faces.

"Jack, you're back, dude," Hurley explained as he rose from his spot by the fire

"How are you?" Charlie asked as he sprang up also.

"I'm fine," Jack answered forcing a smile.

"What happened? Where did you go?" Charlie asked again.

"Dude, did you see the monster?" Hurley asked.

"I think Jack would like to rest for a little while," Locke pointed out.

"Oh, sure. Sorry Jack," Charlie apologized.

As Jack was about to make his way back to his cave he heard on more question, "Doctor," Walt called him before he left.

"Walt, man let him rest a bit," Michael suggested, grabbing his shoulder and began leading his way.

"What is it, Walt," Jack asked calmly.

Walt turned back around to face him, "Is Kate, okay?" he asked worriedly.

Jack's mind wandered, oh of course she was fine, he'd only found her in the forest in an emotional breakdown, lead her to the beach where he had unprotected sex with her, and then he argued with her about the fact.

Jack forced a calming smile once again, "She's fine," he answered.

The cool winds blew through the trees, rustling the leaves. It was getting close to what winter would be on the island, the rainy season. Since the temperature was too hot to freeze the rain that fell, and make it snow, it would rain steadily for the winter months.

Kate sat on the cool shore away from the others, her uncovered feet dug deep beneath the sand as she twisted her toes for comfort. Her mom had always told her that wiggling her toes allowed her body to relax, not only because it had got her mind off the situation, but because it increased blood flow throughout the body.

She looked down at the moving bumps in the sand caused by her feet, it reminded her of when she was young, every summer her family would go to the beach. She stopped moving her feet, when someone came and sat beside her. Still keeping her feet under the sand, she gathered her knees to her chest and rested her head on them.

Jack sat beside her silently, feeling guilty for leaving her, for going to the caves. They didn't want any uncalled attention thrown on them though.

"I'm sorry, Kate," he apologized.

"For what?" she asked turning her head towards him.

"For leaving you here on the beach with Sawyer, for last night…"

"Jack," she began, "None of that is your fault."

"Really?" he asked looking her straight in the eyes, "What happens if you get pregnant, Kate? Then will it be my fault?" he asked her resentfully.

"No," she replied still looking him in the eye, "Then it will be half your fault."

This forced Jack to smile, even if it was a small one, "Why are you the calm on now?"

"Because, nothing may happen, there's no use getting all worked up about something that could never happen," she explained.

"Never?" he asked her in return, she looked at him and smiled, he returned it as he pulled her in his lap, kissing her.

"What are we going to do if…" Kate put a finger to his lips to silence him.

"We'll worry about it if it happens," she replied kissing him again.

In the next chapter Charlie and Jack have a convo, and what happens when Kate starts to have bad dreams?

I might put the next chapter up tonight, if not expect it tomorrow…