Hey all, sorry for the late update, but I finally got a chance to work on my Lost cartoon (yeah I know, you know you're obsessed when…) but I haven't worked on it for a while 'cause my drawing computer died.

So I present to you Jack getting upset with the mystery girl who's name starts with 'K' and ends in 'Ate'.
PS thank you for the condolences on my sandcastle

Pangs of Guilt

Chapter 7

Patience is a Virtue

Jack was alone, and for once he was relieved for that, everything was beginning to get to him, he supposed they all had their breaking point, though he hadn't witnessed anyone else's.

It was under the assumption that Jack was getting ready to go on a hike with Locke, Sayid, and Boone, but he'd gotten away, he couldn't take anymore. It seemed like every single thing people did pissed him off, even if it was just muttering 'hello'.

He was in his secluded part of the cave, where he began harshly shoving clothes and needed items into the bag. He needed to go off by himself, he didn't need to go on a hike and help other people, just like he'd been doing since before he was in school.

His thoughts were always of someone else, what they needed, what they thought, were they okay? Well, now it was time for him, he needed to get away, or he was going to explode, no one was going to stop him.

"Jack," a quiet familiar voice muttered his name. His mind instantly screamed every curse word that he knew.

He turned around slowly, holding his backpack limply in his hand. Kate stood looking at him; a frightened, worried look crossed her face. Normally Jack's heart would've broken for her, but at the moment, rage was his main thought.

He knew she was worried for him, and he was pleased with that, now she could know how he felt, every single moment, of every single day, about her. About what she was eating, how she was sleeping, where she was going, who she was talking with, the fact that she was probably pregnant.

The last example flew into his head just as easily as the others, they had hinted at the fact, but neither was willing to admit it. His eyes quickly darted to her stomach; a baby on the island was just too much, thinking about the subject, it was probably one of the things that pushed Jack to the edge.

"Jack," she asked again quietly, moving a step closer, her hand reaching out to touch him, to will him to give her some kind of response.

"What do you need, Kate," he asked with as much softness as he could muster at the moment, which unfortunately was not a lot.

She shot down her hand at his stinging reply, "Are you okay?" she asked hesitantly.

"No, Kate, I'm not okay. I'm so far away from 'okay', that it seems like a memory," he answered sarcastically, throwing his bag down. He walked over to a nearby tree and slide down against the trunk to the ground, covering his face in his hands, trying to rid himself of anger.

"What's the matter," Kate asked, crouching in front of him, her hands on his knees.

He sighed and looked her in the eye, "Everything's the matter," he explained, "I have no patience left, for anything," he paused, "for anyone."

She nodded and rose from her spot, beginning to leave the area, when to his better judgment he added, "I'm going away for a few days."

She stopped and turned around, "Why?"

He sighed angrily, "Because I need to get away from everyone," he explained, grabbing his packed backpack, and his blanket and making his way to the fresh water spring.

"When are you going to be back?" she asked following him as he walked briskly to retrieve the water he needed.

Only Charlie and Claire were at the springs, she sat at her spot near the fire, and Charlie sat beside her, stringing random love songs on his guitar, though they instantaneously stopped their activities and giggling when Jack and Kate returned, they could tell by their physical gestures that something was wrong.

"I don't know," he answered, his voice rising, he placed the water in his bag and turned to leave, before he was out of the cave area Kate found the courage to ask on more question as she followed him.

"Where, will you be, incase of an emergency or something?" her voice was almost inaudible.

"Somewhere else, Kate!" Jack growled irately as he turned around. This caused Kate to flinch and step back, "I'm always worried about someone, and it's usually you, because you don't listen! I tell you to take it easy, so you work harder. I tell you it's safer at the caves, so you stay at the beach. It's like you're deliberately trying to piss me off," furiously chided her.

Kate shook, tears peeking at her eyes. Jack was about to continue to yell when Charlie ran up and gently grabbed Kate by the arm, "That's enough Jack, just go already, let Kate be." He turned and walked Kate back to the fire, where Claire sat, a look of dismay on her face.

Jack huffed angrily and marched into the jungle.

"Are you okay?" Charlie asked as he took his seat once again.

"Yeah, but if it's okay with you, I'd like to be alone. I'm going to go to the unpopulated beach for a bit," she explained, wiping tears from her eyes.

Charlie nodded, as Kate turned to take the path to another part of the beach, "Can I borrow a blanket?" she asked, lifting up one that was folded by the springs.

"Sure," Claire replied sending her a weak smile, Kate forced one as a return and began to walk away.

After a few minutes, Claire looked at Charlie, "That was horrible," she exclaimed sadly, "What's gotten into him?"

"I don't know, Love," Charlie replied, "But he has no right to treat her that way."

"I always thought they had feelings for one another," Claire shrugged.

"They do, he does. I know he's crazy for her, or was," Charlie sighed.

Rustling was heard, both Charlie and Claire stopped conversing incase it was Kate. Jack appeared angrily marching through the foliage, slamming his feet to the ground.

He walked over to the spring, scanned the area, finally he gave up and asked, "Have you guys seen my blanket?"

Claire shook her head silently and Charlie replied with a, "No."

Jack began frantically searching the area, a few minutes past when Charlie remembered, "Kate's got your blanket," he piped up.

"What?" Jack asked unbelievingly.

"She wanted to be alone and asked if she could borrow a blanket to go lie on the secluded beach with," Charlie explained.

"Son of a bitch," Jack exclaimed angrily, throwing down his backpack. Claire jumped at the action; Charlie rubbed her shoulder reassuringly and stood up.

"That's enough, Jack."

"Excuse me?" Jack asked.

"Knock it off, you're not being yourself. I know that you've done a lot, and that your probably burnt out, but it's no good taking it out on us, when we're the only people who can help you," Charlie began to explain.

"You have no…"

Charlie interrupted him, "What you did to Kate was wrong Jack. She was worried about you, like you worry about her. I've seen you, stay up late at night because you can't sleep, or when you make up any random excuse to go to the beach to be with her," he paused, "The Jack I know would never have done that, especially not to Kate. You love her Jack, and you just intentionally hurt her feelings. When people are in love they don't do that Jack."

Charlie turned back and once again took his seat besides Claire, watching as Jack took the path down to the beach.

"Charlie, that was beautiful," Claire, explained, hugging his arm, Charlie smiled warmly and placed a kiss on her head. "Do you think he's going there to apologize?" she asked optimistically.

"Hopefully Love, because if he went down there to do anything else, we're all screwed…"

I'd like to say this was written WAY before last Wednesday's eppie so I was going on how I thought Jack would act if he was mad, (If that makes sense to anybody)

Next chapter- If you thought the first dream was bad enough, you ain't read nothing yet. And what did jack go to the beach for??