Tears are the most powerful emotion a person can give out. They reveal your deepest feelings, the times when you are most vulnerable, and are the only physical proof of your thoughts.
It's been a long time since he had cried and as he stood idly by, watching Sawyer shamelessly flirt with Kate, it was the first time in forever since he actually felt a need to let it out. It was too much. Everyone was looking up to him, looking for guidance, looking for salvation, looking for something. And it was all he could do to keep from breaking down. The weariness showed in his eyes but he knew that the instant he allowed his emotions to present itself would be the moment fear took hold of the remaining survivors.
Just moments before, he had been packing the fish up for the caves when he – regrettably, caught a glance of the two. There she was, sitting on a log, talking to the criminal. Although she was one herself, Jack had overlooked her history, opting for who she was now. He had allowed Sawyer the same break, but it was all thrown back in his face accompanied by a sarcastic one-liner. He grounded his teeth together and watched on, in spite of the pain.
There was obvious ease and comfort evident on their faces as the fire in front flickered on and off. She was content with Sawyer. What was there to complain about? He was handsome, charming, and athletic. Jack knew she would be happy with Sawyer; there was no doubt about it. But it wasn't the fact that they were flirting; it was the fact that she would rather stay at the beach then come to the safety of the caves. Call it hope, call it ambition, but Jack knew that it only played a part in the reason why she was down there.
The doctor stood there for a moment longer before he shook his head and trotted back into the caves.
x
Numbed, Jack let out a small sigh as he sat down next to Hurley. The feelings gone, the urges gone, all he was left with was his confident doctor façade. Truth be told, he was as scared as the rest of them but he was the only trained physician and that meant responsibilities. "Hurley, you need some protein. I have fish in my backpack; Jin caught 'em."
"No man, I shouldn't. You haven't eaten much and you look -"
"Just take them."
"Oh dude, thank you so much. I'm starving out here." Giving into temptation, Hurley ripped into Jack's backpack just as his stomach let out a long groan for food. He picked up a stick and hastily speared a fish with it. Soon, the process of cooking was well on its way and Hurley had begun rambling to Jack. "So there's Skywalker stuck in a death grip with Darth and all of the sudden -" He glanced over at Jack and noticed the way he nodded his head, almost in a trance, and the way he was staring into the fire as if contemplating the meaning of life or … thinking about that special someone. "I'm having sex with Kate."
Startled out of his mind, Jack rubbed his eyes and looked at Hurley with a frown. "K-Kate? What about Kate?"
"Oh man, I'm not even going to start. You obviously have it in for her." Lightly touching the morsel, the bigger man took a chunk of the fish.
"What? No, Hurley. Kate and I have a very professional relationship right now. I'm a doctor and I have to be concerned for her health and everyone else's but that doesn't mean I have it in for her because I don't." Jack had said it with more of an edge than he had hoped for. Damn, he needed to get better at lying.
Hurley stared at him before letting out a guffaw. "Yeah, and I'm the skinniest man on the island. Anyway, I'm going off to bed dude. You should too, you look exhausted."
Hurley stood up and walked to his corner of the cave while Jack glumly sat by, staring into the flames for a few moments longer before turning in himself. Just a little bit of sleep, he'll allow himself just a little bit of sleep…
I do not own any of the characters and/or Lost. I wish I had the brain capacity to create such a wonderful show, but as it turns out, I do not. SO, Read and review please.