Title: Soul Whispers
Disclaimer: I absolutely do not own "Lost," but I absolutely wish that I did!
A/N: Thanks to all the reviewers! I'll try not to disappoint you in the second chapter of what seems like it is going to be a three or four chapter fanfic.
She had been on her own for what seemed like forever, hardly being able to remember a time where her emotions weren't suppressed out of necessity or fear. Her life was hard, it had always been that way, and she wondered why she had even expected this time of strife and pain on the island to be different. She was not blind to the number of men who were willing to offer her comfort, but it wasn't the comfort she needed. The longing that built up in her heart was not for someone to warm her at night, but for someone who understood without asking, could see without staring, and fully accepted her without even knowing.
Jack seemed to be perfect, believing in her strength and courage from the moment he met her, but even he had his doubts. He was so righteous and good, the model citizen back in civilization, and the very backbone of the fragile society they had formed on the island. It was this goodness that kept him apart from her, and made him unable, even if he didn't know it himself, to accept her and the crimes of her past. She had loved him when he told her that he didn't need to know the reason she was the captive on the plane, but later found that he had to.
Sawyer might be able to accept her faults and stained past in a way that Jack could not, but he was a selfish bastard driven completely by lust. He was no different from any other selfish bastard she had ever allowed to comfort her for a moment, or night, however it had been. He didn't know her sorrow and guilt, and he didn't want to. He only wanted to know the touch of her skin and taste of her lips.
As Kate sat at the mouth of the cave, she heard Sayid stir behind her, shifting his wounded leg. Sayid was more like her than Jack and Sawyer would ever be. He had done horrible things, she knew, also knowing that he was pained by the memory of them. He was silent in his suffering, and noble in his efforts to help the other survivors, possibly as essential to their survival as Jack was. But he was so utterly alone, in pain, and Kate realized, just like her. She turned suddenly to look at him, and the nod he gave her in return made her heart stop as she felt a connection like she hadn't felt with anyone in years.
With a deep breath, and a hurried smoothing of her unruly hair, she went to sit beside him, not knowing what to expect other than a connection as deep as the darkest depths of her soul.
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