(A/N: Enjoy chapter 3.)
Disclaimer: Don't own Lost. I make no money, only entertainment.
-Conversation-
-Chapter 3-
-Storm-
"The truth is more important than the facts." -Frank Lloyd Wright
Her body shook with anger as Kate made her way down to the beach, the rain pouring down on top of her. She had no idea what had just happened, only that Jack was ticked at her, and she at him. Kate knew she had pushed the subject too far; she should have stopped before she made of mess of things, but she hadn't. Once her mouth got going, it couldn't shut off until her mind had cleared or the other person stopped.
The rain had an odd sort of sense to it, almost like it was sad to see her leave. Raindrops fell onto the sand as the sky lit up once more, outlining the angry masses above. The beach was only a couple feet away, the mixture of leaves and granules of sand becoming more noticeable as she got closer. Soon, the cool earthiness of the forest left her feet, placing what seemed like wet powder under her feet.
Kate made her way down to the waterline, the tide lapping against her feet and the wind blowing almost gently across her face. The snow-white crests of the waves melted into the teal sea before her very eyes. Massive cloud littered the sky all the way back to the horizon, and probably beyond, and a single thought crossed her mind as she looked over the rage of the ocean.
Sawyer.
She thought of the man who always had a come back, no matter what the remark was, and a mind that could react faster then anyone else's on the island. He and the other 2 men on the raft, along with Walt, that's what brewed in her thoughts as she stared over the misshapen waves. Were they okay? Had they reached any other land yet?
Jack made his way through the woods, rubbing his eyes, partly from tears, and partly from the rain. Why was Kate so mad at him? He swore up and down, she had more mood swings then his mother when she reached menopause. Of course, he wasn't always with Kate, so he couldn't tell if it was something someone else said to her, and she took it out on him, or if he had actually said something to get her hyped up.
Why did he love her anyway? Just because of her beautiful figure and her eyes that always held a mischievous glint? Or was it something more? Something that he had never felt himself, just always heard about? She was the girl he had always dreamed about, the girl who wasn't afraid to take a risk, and bite down on her lip when things got tough but still tried anyway. She just wanted to be part of the crowd for once, and he could understand why. She had always been shunted away, stereotyped, and when she thought she had made a real friend, the person always just took off soon after.
But why did he do it to her too? Did he just want to be part of the crowd, and gawk at her, while she felt so much pain and hurt? He knew how it felt, to be shied away from, and laughed at, so why did he just inflict the same thing that he got put through on some other person?
He was doing it again, he was berating himself, but why, he didn't know. Kate had said it herself that she was just a lost cause to him, just another person in the crowd of survivors. So why did she stand out to him, somehow call to him? Just because Kate sewed up a wound for him didn't mean he owed his life to her.
Kate sat cross-legged on the beach, a torrent of raindrops falling over her every couple of seconds. The breeze had grown stronger now, more adapt to the conditions, and so had she.
"Hello?" She thought she heard. But it was probably just the storm playing tricks on her. Warm water rushed past her feet, sending shells and crabs along the beach.
The call came again, this time louder and closer.
She lifted her head to look up and down the beach, and when the sight caught her eyes, her face lit up in shock and surprise.
-LOST-
(A/N: Woo, small cliffie. Sorry about the short chapter, but hey, it means I update sooner. Hopefully an update tomorrow.)
