Hey guys, since you're all wonderful (I can really say that, your words are very inspirational) So since you lot are nice, I've decided to update twice today. Yep and I think I might have more chapters written because I'm not even halfway through the story lol. I'm about a third! Plus this chappies a bit short (I apologize)

Pangs of Guilt

Chapter 8

Beached Dreams

"JACK!" she screamed, her arms stretched out as she tried to reach him, he was mimicking her actions, but the soldiers forced them apart. The group of friends had been separated by sexes, and the females were now being lead into the jungle. Before she was gone, Kate screamed one last time, "I love you!"

"I love you to Kate," he shouted as he was being forced back to the ground.

She tried to break out of the jungle, but the man jarred her with the gun. It wasn't gently, but it could have been a lot harder.

She took her spot at the back of the line, Shannon was at the front, bawling her eyes out, followed by Sun, who was nervously rubbing her right hand up her left arm, and then Claire, who held her son closely, quietly crying and kissing his golden hair.

Kate looked down and placed a hand on her expanded stomach, tears were in her eyes, but she would not let these men see her cry. She was not going to die, she was going to be strong, she'd beat this. She looked down at her stomach once again and rubbed it, they were going to get through this together. The baby kicked as a response and Kate almost smiled…Almost.

The men lead them to a clearing where they were told by the translator to line up. Shannon was still crying constantly, and was now shaking like a leaf, and now had begun to cough a little.

"Shannon, breathe through your nose," Kate reminded.

One of the soldiers yelled something in a different language and Kate stopped talking. Shannon began to breathe through her nose. While the men were conversing about something.

When they broke, two men grabbed Shannon and took her into the jungle, she was screaming and fighting with all her might, but it proved to be unsuccessful, all she managed to do was cough more.

One man asked Sun a question in English, and when she proceeded to answer in Korean, he shot her. Her frail body fell lifelessly to the ground, as blood poured out the bullet wound in her chest, soaking her lavender top.

Claire gasped and Kate bent down to check her, but stopped when she heard the gun cock again. She slowly stood up, and rested besides Claire.

The translator walked up towards them, and paced in front of them, first stopping at Kate. Her face held pure disgust, as she held his stare, but on the inside, Kate was scared witless.

When she looked away he chuckled domineeringly, and explained, "The mothers to be are always the most dangerous," then moved his gloved hand towards her stomach.

She jerked away and growled, "Don't touch my baby."

He shook his head and laughed the same vile laugh as before, and continued to move towards her, Kate kept backing up until her back hit a tree. He shot his hand out and placed it on her stomach.

Kate grabbed it by the wrist and twisted it, angrily growling, "Don't touch my baby!"

The man brought out a handgun and cocked it, and brought it down to her stomach. The look of disgust washed off her face, as did any color.

He was about to pull the trigger when Alex woke up, and immediately the six-month-old began to cry. A horrible look of terrified shock crossed Claire's fast as she tried to gently silence him.

The man turned and shot the gun, Kate screamed, Claire screamed, but the crying ceased…

Jack didn't think Charlie could get mad, and he thought if he ever did it wouldn't be at him, but he was wrong on both accounts. The look of rage in Charlie's eyes cancelled out the rage in Jack's body. Now all he felt was disgrace, and regret.

He'd been needlessly malicious to Kate, and now that he remembered the look in her eyes, his heart did break. How she tried to comfort him, and he blew her off with a cruel comment.

He began to run the path to the beach, stopping only when he made his way to the jungle's edge. He saw Kate lying on his blanket in the sand, as he walked closer he noticed she was sleeping. Jack sighed, believing that leaving her to sleep would be better then waking her.

About to turn away, Jack looked down one more time, and noticed Kate's eyebrows were knit in pain, her skin glistened with sweat, her eyes forced shut, and her mouth formed a agonizing expression.

She turned to her side and she gripped a handful of blanket, squeezing it tightly until her knuckles turned a powder white. Jack bent down and kneeled beside her, her eyes forced tighter as she pleaded, "No…"

Jack turned her over onto her back, and his hand slide to the side of her face, the other gripped the hand that once held blanket.

"Kate," he said softly, "You have to wake up, it's a bad dream." She began to shake her head back and forth, so Jack moved his other hand to the other side of her face, "Kate," he stroked her cheek gently, which settled her down, "wake up, Kate."

Her eyes shot open and she moved back breathing heavily, when she finally noticed Jack, she stared, not knowing what to do

To Jack her body language and gestures told him she wanted to be alone, but when he looked into her faded green eyes, they told him she needed to be held.

He grabbed her by the shoulders and pulled her against him. Encircling her in his arms as she wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him. He comfortingly rubbed her back, and kissed her hair, and her ice-cold cheek.

With her, so frail and trembling in his arms, he realized that these dreams were serious, that they might mean something, and they required more attention. Maybe Locke would know something about it.

"I'm sorry I upset you," Kate apologized, her face set against Jacks shoulder.

Jack pulled her away, holding her steadily by the shoulders, "I'm sorry Kate, I forgot what was important for a moment. I didn't recognize how lucky I am to have you, to have you put up with me, and care about me, and console me. I took you for granted, and I promise you, I'll never do that again," he clarified as he moved a stray lock out of her face.

She smiled, and Jack leaned in and kissed her passionately, like the night six weeks ago on the beach, when he could only breathe Kate, and she could only breathe Jack.

His arms slipped around her and leaned her back gently into the sand, as the kiss intensified. Her hands moved from his neck, down his back trailing to the bottom of his shirt. She began to undo the buttons, but he found it easier to take it off.

She let out a small giggle as he continued to kiss her, moving down her neck, while his hands reached her shirt and gently tugged it over her head and throwing it to the side with his.

She leaned up and kissed him, to bring back his attention, his hands slide down to her hips, as his lips moved from her shoulders downwards, laying kisses across her skin. Until he stopped.

He abruptly stopped, his lips just about to touch her stomach. Jack immediately thought of the life that could be growing there, or the life that could be growing there after they were finished.

"Jack?" she asked unsurely, her hand gently rubbing the back of his neck.

"We can't do this," he explained, moving back up and sitting beside her.

"We already did," she added.

"Yeah, but we still don't have protection, I'm not letting that discussion happen again," he explained, leaning over and placing her shirt over her head.

She smiled appreciating his views, and wrapped her thin arms around his broad arm as he buttoned his shirt, "I guess we could just relax," she suggested.

He laughed as he did up the last button, "Sounds like a plan."

She lied down on the blanket sideways with Jack behind her. Her head was under his chin and his hand was absentmindedly placed on her stomach. She smiled and placed hers on top of his, and he returned the expression.

"You know, I can never seem to sleep unless I'm with you," she explained, moving her other hand to grip his forearm, and began moving her thumb back and forth.

"You were asleep when I got here," he explained, happy Charlie had given him a verbal beating.

"Blanket," she exclaimed, "This is your blanket, it smells like you," she added as she adjusted herself to fit better against him.

Jack kissed her hair contently and wore a smile on his face until he fell asleep.

Aww, see everything's better, and once again sorry for the short chapter; the next one is way longer.

Next chapter- What happens when Claire has her baby? Can Jack deliver it? And what about his own 'baby' problems? Everything becomes clear next chapter!