(A/N: Drama! (Drama!) Angst! (Angst!) That's what this chapter is going to be about! WOOT!)

(Err, also, this is NOT a SKATE story. It's a JATE story, just like it said in the summary. Just some Jate angst. :) I wanted to clear that up with anyone who didn't see that.)

Disclaimer: Does it really look like I could own Lost? (If you say yes, stop and think.)


-Conversation-

-Chapter 6-

-Chocolate-

"Drama is life with the dull bits cut out." –Alfred Hitchcock


Jack sighed as he checked the man for anything serious. Sawyer winced as Jack poked and prodded his bruises. "Easy there, Jacko."

"Do you want me to do my job or not?" Jack sighed exasperatedly.

"Jesus, don't hit the roof just 'cause you left Kate." Sawyer grinned.

"I didn't leave Kate. Kate left m- We were never together." Jack tried to cover his mistake, but Sawyer already heard enough.

"Oh, so you and Freckles were together then?" He grinned, knowing this would just taunt Jack.

The doctor just prodded a particularly tender spot on Sawyer's arm. "Don't push me, Sawyer."

Sawyer gave a small yelp of pain, then a mischievous grin. He knew that if he pushed Jack long and hard enough, he'd open up, and give Sawyer plenty to hold over his head. The only problem was trying to find the point of cracking Jack open, making him leave his shell.

"Word has it that you two were in a fight before the beach scene. This true, doc? Does she really think you're a sexist?"

"Shut up and let me do my god-damn job!" Jack raised his voice to a new level.

"What have we here? Did we touch a nerve with jack-ass?"

"Sawyer, do you want me to help you or not?" Jack questioned angrily.

"I dunno, do I?" He shot back, "You're the doc, you tell me if I need any friggin' treatment."

"When was your last outbreak?" Jack voiced, grinning inwardly.


A couple days later, Claire sat up, yawning and stretching, seeming enjoying the quiet downpour of the morning rain. Kate jumped slightly, as she heard movement in the back, and whipped her head around.

"Morning." Claire spoke up, her soft Australian accent kicking in already.

"G'Morning." Kate replied back, her voice absent of its usual luster.

"…Still thinking about Jack?" Claire bit her lip. She knew for quite sometime now that her friend had stopped sleeping since the fight had begun.

"Is it really that obvious?" Kate spoke, sighing. The rain was still coming strong, and Sayid had refused to let anyone back to the beach yet.

"You know, he misses you too." Claire stated. "He just doesn't display his emotions to anyone."

"Doctors never do." Kate retorted back. "It's like their mission."

Claire laughed. "You know, I've had quite a couple fights with Charlie, and we've always turned out okay in the end."

"You never called Charlie sexist either. Or kissed another guy on the island right in front of him." She acknowledged.

The mother raised her eyebrows. "Go on…" She prodded Kate to tell more.


As soon as Kate done with her story, Aaron started to whimper.

"Damn, it's just about time for him to wake up. Mind if we finish the conversation later?' Claire asked, her voice gentle.

Kate nodded, "Later then. D'you need any help with him?" She gestured at Aaron.

Claire smiled hopefully. "Can you please change his nappy? I've got to go snatch Charlie away from the man cave."

Kate forced a laugh. "Sure."

Claire gave her a grateful smile and handed her a clean diaper and a wet cloth. "Thanks Kate. I owe you." She left, covering her head with a damp newspaper, used by many others, by the entrance.

Kate started to unpin the cloth, feeling the warm material under her nimble fingers. It reminded her of so many memories. Suddenly, like a floodgate opening, she burst into tears, not exactly knowing how to feel. It had only happened a couple times before in the months earlier, and no one had actually seen her. Now, in a cave with 2 other women and an infant, she finally decided to open up. She kicked herself mentally for showing anything, and quickly wiped away at the tears as Claire and Charlie came back in, cracking up about something or other.

Claire instantly knew something was up. "…Kate? You okay?"

When the woman looked up at her, she gasped lightly, while Charlie whistled lowly. Kate's cheeks were drained of all color; the bags under eyes didn't really help the red look from crying. This was not the Kate they knew, and they had to do something about it.

"I'm fine…" She mumbled. "Just allergies."

"Hon, don't try it with me. It's raining anyway." Claire kneeled down by her, looking helplessly up at Charlie.

"Errrr, I could go get something. Sawyer might have some chocolate. I mean, women love chocolate… right?" He chuckled nervously. In a cave of women, he didn't want to start a commotion.

Claire just nodded absently, brushing back Kate's hair from her face. "Kate, hon, it'll be okay…"


Charlie rushed out into the rain, not bothering to grab the old newspaper. If Kate was this lost without him already, then the island was going to hell pretty quickly. She was the strong one, the emotionless one, the person who kept things in order between Jack and Sawyer.

Huffing and puffing, he appeared back at the cave the men called home, Jack and Sawyer looking up at him. "Oh, just the weird one." Sawyer replied, going back to his book.

"I thought Claire came here to get you… Is anything wrong?" Jack asked, wondering what in the world could tear him away from Claire so quickly.

Charlie had to catch his breath for a minute, and then he stared at Sawyer. "Hey Sawyer?" He asked, not bothering to answer Jack at the moment.

"Yeah, has-been?" Sawyer replied, not tearing away his eyes from the book.

"Got any chocolate?"

Sawyer looked up at Charlie. "Why the hell do you need chocolate?" He bluntly questioned.

"…Err, something happened. It's an emergency." He eyed Jack nervously, then went over to Sawyer and started whispering the story of Kate into his ear.

"Ahh, Fr- I mean, she okay?" Sawyer caught himself before he said anymore.

"That's why we need the chocolate." Charlie said quietly,

"Top drawer, in the back. Tell her she owes me big time." He grinned slightly.

Charlie forced a laugh and headed over, grabbing the bag of half-melted Hershey's chocolate kisses. "Sawyer?" He mumbled on his way out.

Sawyer sighed and set his book down once more. "What now?"

"Thanks." And with that, Charlie bolted back into the foggy rain.


Jack sighed. "It was about Kate, wasn't it?"

"Can't tell, Jacko, has-been told me not to." Sawyer replied, returning his sight to the many dog-eared pages of Watership Downs. But out of the corner of his eye, he watched Jack slump down against the wall. This was it. This was when Jack was going to open up, and pour out his life.

"You ever fallen in love with someone you know, but not very well?" Jack asked quietly.

Sawyer was shocked. This was the moment he'd been waiting for. Was he going to milk it, or just wait for it to come around again?

"Save it, Jack. We all know." Sawyer said, his eyes never off the book pages.

"Yeah…" Jack said. Instantly, his armor was back up again, but this time, not so much. Some of it had worn away in the small second he let his guard down.

"Jack?" Sawyer asked, looking up at him.

"Yes?" Jack sighed. Here came the insults, the jokes, or so he expected.

"It was about Kate."


(A/N: Woot! What'd I tell ya! That, by far, was the most, greatest chapter I have ever written. Took me a damn long time to do it too. And, the good news is, IT'S NOT OVER YET! Tomorrow's chapter… It's going to be so friggin' awesome. Angst, regrets, love scenes, surprises, the works. So tune in!)