(A/N: Thanks to my reviewers. Alas, Ethan is dead… for now. ((evil laugh)) But this chapter is mainly fluff, and a bit of angst at the end. Enjoy!)

Disclaimer: I think we all know this by now… Don't own Lost. And the lyrics of 'Hey Jude' go to The Beatles.

-Ends Meet-

-Chapter 2-

-Make It Better-

A couple long days later, Charlie had entered the cave to check up on things. The man he saw surprised him. It was indeed Jack, but this Jack look more tired. More worn, like the duties of life were slowly wearing him away.

"Man, get out. Now." Charlie said, pulling Jack's arm. "You can't just sit here and watch her!"

"She told me not to leave her!" Jack protested, wrenching his arm away.

"You can for a couple hours! Not like she's going to come after you or anything…" Charlie examined Jack's face. Dark circles lay under his eyes, and tear routes had stained his cheeks.

"Charlie, just go. I'm fine." Jack avoided his eyes.

"I think everyone's going to back me up when I say this. Jack, you have to let go. Just go to the beach or something." Charlie shook his head. If the doctor got this messed up over Kate, the Island life would soon come to an end.

"But no one would be here to watch her! What if she goes un-stable?" Jack couldn't bring himself to say the word 'die'. Not yet.

"Believe me, we'll come and get you if anything happens." Charlie replied. "Now, just get up, and go do something. Like, oh here's an idea, maybe you could even eat for once." Charlie noticed that Jack was losing weight, a little bit at a time. He admired Jack for wanted to conserve the food, but he also thought the man was completely stupid for not eating at all.

Jack gave a small, forced laugh, "Okay, okay, I get the idea. But if anything happens…"

"…You be the first to know." Charlie finished. "Now go! The survivors will watch over her, promise."

Claire put on a smile at Kate stirred, her face wincing at the gunshot wound. It had been wrapped up, and Jack had confirmed that it would heal, but it still gave her a sense of uneasiness. She knew Kate had to be in a lot of pain, and Claire thanked her lucky stars that Kate's hangover had been yesterday and not today. Jack had dealt with the difficult part of it, now it was time to just sit back and wait as she slowly got better. The only problem was that Jack was an impatient man when it came to Kate. "Hello there."

Kate gave a yawn and rolled over as best she could. "You aren't Jack." She answered as her hand flew up to rub the sleep out of her eyes. Her arm was still killing her, though she was sure she'd be in a whole lot more pain if Jack hadn't have found her. "Is he okay?"

"Yeah, he's fine. He and Charlie went to go skip some rocks at the lake. We finally forced him out of here." Claire laughed at the thought of the doctor and rock-star skipping rocks together. In the real world, that would of never happened, at least not with two full-grown men.

Kate smiled, at least he had let go enough to take a break. That's what she wanted him to do. Let go of her. She knew they would never make it together in the real world, and she didn't want to leave the hard way; the way that included screaming in tears as she got forced into a police car, never to see the daylight again. In fact, she would never make it with anyone. After Tom had died, her heart was too broken to be mended by any other man. "That's good."

Claire examined Kate's eyes, filled with sorrow, but it wasn't the kind of hurt that you get physically. She knew that face anywhere, it was the face you got when you were in love, but didn't know how to respond. "You know, I can get Jack, if you want…" She replied. Maybe all Kate wanted to do was to tell Jack, before anything else happened. Claire knew that life could change in a blink of an eye, and that the very next day she could be possibly at Kate's funeral.

"No, no." Kate shook her head. The last thing she wanted to be doing was having a heart-to-heart conversation with Jack. "I don't think I can talk to him right now…" She tried to suppress the thoughts of her rejecting him, she already felt horrible enough for all of this.

"So… You and Kate, 'eh?" Charlie grinned as the rock released from his hand and shot across the calm waters. He knew this had moment come, he was just another random person who happened to stumble upon the relationship that was Jack and Kate, and who automatically got sucked in like a fan of some horrible TV-show soap opera that was so bad that you had to keep on watching it. (A/N: Lost is not some horrible TV-show soap opera. It's not even a soap opera, it's a drama! A very good one, mind you. :) ) He turned to Jack for an answer.

Jack just threw another rock silently, watching it skim the top of the water, causing a ripple effect. That's what life was, a ripple effect. You did something, and it caused something else to happen. Take surgery for example, you opened up the person, fixed whatever was wrong, and then closed them up, leaving them to feel like never before. Jack just wished that life could be as easy as that.

Charlie's eyes followed the rock, and again he skipped another. "Come on, man, you've got to talk to someone. It's not like we don't know what's going on between you two." The rock crashed beneath the water, and the waves casually stopped. Charlie stared at the man, trying to make himself useful so Jack could at least let some stuff out. Jack was just a bottle of pressure, waiting patiently to explode.

"I honestly don't know if we're together at this point or not." Jack quietly said, and instead of throwing the rock, he tightened his grip on it. "I guess we've sort of been avoiding each other." It was true; Jack knew this for a fact. Whenever he woke up, or tried to examine Kate from a doctor's view, all he got was either her pretending to sleep or a cold shoulder. That's not to say he wasn't doing it also. They hadn't had a real conversation in days, and the times he tried to talk, or she tried to talk, all they got was silence from the other.

Charlie was dumbstruck to hear this actually come out of Jack's mouth. Never in his time on the island had he seen the doctor so insecure. "Well, then you just wait. You two will come to your senses eventually." He knew this talk wouldn't keep up for long, so he tried to get as much out of it as he could. The other survivors needed to know what the hell were up with these two anyway.

-LOST-

Hey Jude, don't let me down.
You have found her, now go and get her.
Remember to let her into your heart,
Then you can start to make it better.

-LOST-

(A/N: So, how was chapter two for you guys? I got a new sense of writing style after the second line, and I think it give a whole lot more insight on the characters. :) Happy 4th of July! ((random fact of the day)) Did you know that today, 229 years ago, we declared independence from Great Britain? But we didn't win it until 1781.)

Okay, this chapter, it's really important that you review, so then you can tell me if you'd like to see me go on with this new sense of writing of mine. Thanks!