(A/N: I never though this many people would like my story so much, but I'm so psyched that you people do! Thanks for all the reviews so far:) )
Disclaimer: I don't own them. ((points to Lost cast)) I just borrowed them. ;)
-Conversation-
-Chapter 5-
-Turn Around-
"Learn from yesterday, live for today, hope for tomorrow." –Albert Einstein
Kate was stunned. She hadn't expected Jack to react badly, and now it was her turn to be confused. Sawyer came up behind her.
"What happened there, Freckles? Looks like Jacko was jolted to see us together."
"We aren't together, Sawyer." She shot back at him, trying not to shoe any emotion.
"That's what you say now." He grinned at her. "You'll be surprised sometime soon."
"Go to hell." Kate mumbled, and walked back down to the waterline, 3 figures walking up the beach, soaked to the bone.
"Kate!" A familiar high-pitched voice yelled out, and the little boy ran over to her.
"Hey Walt!" She tried to sound happy, but inside, her heart was breaking. "Where's your dad?"
"He's helping Jin." He responded, pointing back to the two men. "Are you glad we came back? Sawyer said you would be." He looked so happy, so innocent. He never knew how big a deal this was, being stuck on the Island, and how big of a scar it would leave on his life.
Kate forced a smile. "Of course I am!" She gave him a tight hug, and raked her hand through his hair.
His father soon came up and smiled at Kate. "Kate! How's it going here?"
She nodded. "It's going good." She knew some random survivor would soon fill him, and the rest of them, on her story about her and Jack. "Yourself?"
"Wet." He chuckled, setting a hand on Walt's shoulder. "Where is everyone?" He questioned her.
"Back at the caves. A huge storm is headed this way." She indicated at the sky again. "So, typically, Jack and Sayid wanted everyone to be safe."
She didn't realize until later that Jack had wanted her to be safe too.
Jack walked back across the threshold of the cave entrance, and he instantly knew that everyone's eyes had automatically caught sight of him. The caves were so quiet that Jack could hear a couple birds taking off in the distance. He felt them follow him as he made his way to his cave, in hopes that people would eventually get back to what they were doing.
As soon as he disappeared, the whispers started up, and though they thought he couldn't hear them, Jack did. He heard everything from their theories of what would happen with the relationship of his and Kate's, to opinions of everything about them.
Jack couldn't believe it. He knew that there had been some speculation about him and Kate, but never had her thought the whole community of survivors he had come to know so well, were talking about it like it was some addicting TV show soap opera.
He heard the "I thinks", "Well, that's a good points", and the "No, that won't happens", along with the "They were meant to bes" and the murmurs of agreement that came along with it. And it made him think for once, how much Kate really meant to him.
Waking up the next morning, Kate still heard the light drone of the rain hitting stone. Looking off to Jack's cave, she saw he was already attending to the raft men that had come back last night. When the Island survivors saw them come through the small opening, a hush had fallen through out the whole crowd, and then massive amounts filled the place, echoing off the cave walls and bouncing into the forest. Kate had managed to slip by all the excitement, and headed off to the cave that she, Claire, Shannon, and Sun shared for the time being.
As soon as the rain stopped, she'd pack up and be off to the beach once more. It seemed Kate was always packing up, moving on; leaving nothing to show that she was there. She was used to it, a life as fugitive had taught her many things. At a terribly early age in life, she was also taught that she couldn't always please everyone, and sometimes things she did could help people in the short run, while harming them in the long one.
For a brief moment, Jack caught her eye, and, like it was frozen in time, they stared at each other. And then, Kate looked down at the ground, feeling even guiltier, while Jack sighed and watched her go through her pain. All he had to do was get up, and say he was sorry, but something held him back too. He had seen her with Sawyer. Why risk his pride for something that might have already been out of the picture?
(A/N: I know, it was a filler chappie of sorts, but it sorta explained some things too. Sorry about the short chapter. Alas, tomorrow's chapter… ((grins mischievously)) For all you angst lovers out there, you'll be pleased.)
