Also, I don't know what's going on with that hatch. I just said they didn't want to use it because I don't know what I want to be inside it. Maybe one day I will be struck with an idea. But currently I'm not sure.
ENJOY!
Kate sat down beside Jack. They had just blown the door off the hatch. They accomplished something, at least.
But now it seemed that there weren't any others, and Rousseau was off her rocker. So no one seemed to find any reason to hide inside the hatch.
Our scene begins at three o'clock in the morning. Jack Shepard is exhausted. He rubs his eyes and falls back on the sand where he sits on the beach. He was here with Kate, on that night...
"Hey."
Jack didn't sit up. He was too tired. He opened his eyes and saw Kate.
"Hey," he said. Then he sat up.
Kate sat down beside him.
"I know what you're going to ask me." said Jack.
"Good, then I don't have to waste any time asking." she looked at him. "Why?"
"Kate," said Jack. "I am not going to let the woman I love, who is pregnant with my child, carry three sticks of dynamite in her backpack."
"I'm not a child, Jack."
"I know that. But I love you. And I could never just lose you like that."
"But didn't you think," said Kate. "That if you exploded, I'd be upset, and all alone?"
For the first time in a while, Kate was right when Jack was wrong.
Jack looked into her eyes. Her eyes, they sucked him in. He could stare forever. Those eyes got him into trouble. "No," he said, smiling. "I have to admit, I never thought of that. But I asked you, and you said it- you've got my back. And Kate, I've got yours."
She smiled. Then there was a short span where neither of them spoke.
Kate stared at the waves. "I've never been pregnant before," she said to Jack after the moment of silence. "I guess you figured that. I'm scared. But that doesn't mean I'm not scared for you."
"Hey," said Jack gently. "I'm scared too. I'm scared for you. I want you to be okay. I will do anything I have to for you to be okay."
"We don't need to do this."
"What other options do we have?"
"I could try and kill it."
"No, you couldn't," said Jack. "Do you want this kid?"
"Yes."
"Do you want us?"
"Yes."
"Then I will protect you. We're here for each other. We never would have done what we did if we weren't."
Kate almost smiled.
"We need to take responsibility for our actions, and killing your baby isn't very responsible. Besides, Kate- you'd get hurt, and I couldn't deal with that."
Then Kate smiled. This is why she loved him. Then they kissed.
"Why do you love me?" she said after they kissed.
"What?"
"Why do you love me?" Kate repeated. "When we get off here... if we get off here, I'm going to jail. It doesn't matter what I did or why I did it. I'm a murderer. Do you really want to have a baby with a murderer for a mother?"
Jack stared at her. If he stared any harder he'd probably burn a whole through Kate's face.
"I love you," he said. "It doesn't matter what we've done in the past. All that matters is now."
Kate knew in her heart that he was right. "Yes," she said. "I guess so."
Jack wanted to ask, "Why do you love me?", but he was almost afraid to now the answer. So he just sat in silence.
Jack stood up. "It's late. We should get some rest."
"Yeah," said Kate. Jack helped her up. Together they walked back to camp.