(A/N: Thank you to my reviewers… all five of them. Anyway, I'm glad that they all liked the story, and as I go on, I hope I will get more. Because a review for a writer is like a gallon of gas for a car, they have to get lots of them, or they'll just get discouraged and quit. And what's really sad is that people are great writers, but no one's ever heard of them on here, or anywhere else, so they automatically think they're bad. So, I would just like to say that you people are all great writers, even if people say you suck, you don't. You just have to take a risk and put up here, then get used to the game. Believe me, its not that bad. And yes, like all writers, I too, flipped out when I got my first flamer. Wow, this was a long A/N, but today I got on, and I was like just amazed at all the flamers I actually see on this site, and thought I should say something to all you budding writers out there.) (Hopefully, in the future, my A/N's won't be as long as that)

Me: earlier this morning Hey, it's snowing!

At school

Me: It's stopped snowing...

later this afternoon

Me: It's snowing again!

tonight

Me: Dammit, make up Your mind! Is it going to keep on snowing or not!

Disclaimer: I don't own LOST, I don't write for LOST, I am in no way, shape, or form, associated with LOST. JJ Abrams and the brilliant minds over at ABC and Bad Robot own LOST. Not me. "What Happens Tomorrow" is copyrighted by Duran Duran. Hey, I know one thing I own… this Disclaimer… and this story. (But not the characters)

-Searching-

Chapter 2-

Drunk-

Jack bit his lip when he saw the writing. He knew it was Kate's, but it had caught him off guard. Yet he smiled as his eyes swept over the message once more. 'I love you' written in the dust of the computer monitor wasn't something he got everyday. Sitting down in his chair, he made it emit a sound that made him chuckle lightly to himself. It sounded somewhere like a small scream and nails being scratched over a chalkboard and he knew he would have to oil it soon. Jack didn't want to touch the computer, afraid that he might wipe away the message absentmindedly to see his e-mail. Besides, his paperwork was stacking up on him anyway.

As the pen scratched upon the papers, his need for coffee became more and more appealing to him. Jack pushed himself away from the desk and got up tiredly, making the sound once more. This time, it didn't even make him smile. Walking across the room, he headed towards the kitchen; occasionally stubbing his toe on some item he had not seen. A slap came at the door, echoing off till it faded into nothing. Jack yawned as he approached the coffee maker. It's digital clock read 5:49am. Sighing, he switched it on, and went to the door. A newspaper lay outside, a wet mark had been made on the outside of the wooden door since it had been thrown at it. Grabbing the soggy paper, he looked to the headlines. Same stuff. Ever since the survivors had come back, the papers had made up all sorts of rumors. 'Flight 815 survivors back in U.S.' this one read. He scanned the page quickly, pausing at the new information it gave, which, fortunately, was either a load of bull or overly exaggerated.

Yet something caught his eye at the bottom of the page.

Kate woke up, the pitter-patter of rain absent in the air. The first rays of sun were peeking above the horizon, and cars could be heard on the road below her. She was soaked to the bone, nothing was spared, not even her bag. Sighing, Kate took out everything and wrung it out, the water dribbling over her fingers. She shifted from her spot once everything was replaced inside her pack, including the island blanket. Kate figured it was time to start mending her relationship with Jack, or at least find a better place to stay. Unfortunately, the Hollywood sign wasn't cutting it this time. She gathered her things, only leaving a puddle of water as a sign that she had actually been there.

Walking through the woods, Kate was reminded oddly of the forest on the island with its huge tree canopies and massive tree trunks. She soon came to the all too familiar fence. Throwing her bag over, she started to climb it. As she reached the top with ease and jumped onto the public side of it, she couldn't help but smile. No one had caught her in 14 years, and this time was no different. Walking down the worn dirt path that many tourists had cut into the woods from trying to get around the fence, she reached a back street. In the distance she could see Beverly Hills where all the stars lived, and Kate didn't pause for second thought. Stars were always trying to get attention by placing themselves in public parks and streets. Didn't they have better things to do other then getting mauled by overly crazed fans?

Jack sped down the streets of Los Angeles, his Volvo reaching 80 miles per hour in a matter of seconds. He swerved to miss several cars and a pedestrian, and nearly crashed into a nearby telephone pole. Missing the pole by inches, he slowed down just a bit, but he couldn't contain his happiness. He knew where Kate was. She went to where every tourist tried to get, she went to that famous Hollywood sign that overlooked LA. But she might already be gone. Kate could have figured that he wouldn't come looking for her, so she just left. She could anywhere now. If she was there, up at that Hollywood sign, Kate most likely spent the night being rained upon. He sighed and just pressed the gas pedal closer to the base of the SUV. The digital clock read 6:02am.

If anything happened to her, he would never forgive himself. Every time he would look at her, he would see this night replay over and over again. And he would know that he could've of stopped it. It would drive him to the brink of insanity and more. Finally he reached the back street that started the way on how to get up there. Running a total of 11 red lights, 7 yellow ones, and 16 stop signs, he was there. Almost ripping off the handle to open his door, he dashed out of his seat, only taking seconds to lock the car door behind himself. He didn't know that Kate was already down the hill and across the street. He didn't recognize the familiar shadow walk out upon the almost deserted, wide street, calling his name.

"Jack!" Kate called out. "Jack, I'm here!" she started to walk across the street, following the form of Jack swiftly moving upwards. She didn't see the bright red sedan charging down the street at an unrecognizable speed. As it closed the gap between them faster, Kate didn't even hear it. She was too caught up in trying to catch Jack's attention.

Kate felt her body suddenly lift upwards, her torso feeling glass being pierced into her skin. She heard the horn blare, and a man hysterically screaming at her to get up. But she couldn't. Try as she might, she just couldn't. Her legs were losing feeling fast, and the rest of her body had gone numb in minutes.

The man saw blood mixed in with the shattered glass and small pieces of his car.

"Oh God…" was all he could say. "Oh God, what have I done!"

Cars were now stopping to see what was the matter, and the sight they saw shocked them. A woman, no older then 28, was lying on top of a car, her battered body bruised, and gashes bleeding uncontrollably. Suddenly someone called out.

"She's lost consciousness!"

Many cell phones could be heard flipping open, their number pads being pressed upon as people called 911 and local radio stations to warn of what had happened on Shiwin Dr. at approximately 6:16am.

A siren could be heard wailing in the distance, soon accompanied by many others.

A blur of flashing lights rounded the corner and stopped only feet away from the car and body.

The man had burst into sobs, repeating things such as "Oh my God…" and "I hit her! I didn't mean to!" Two paramedics went to go put him up in an ambulance, sending him to the local hospital. There, once calmed, he would give his account of what happened.

Kate, however, was a completely different story.

Jack had heard the screeching tires, the breaking glass, the sirens, screaming people, he had heard everything. Yet he was determined to find Kate. Reaching the fence, he saw something glint in the ground. A quarter. He picked it up like some sacred artifact and held it to the light. Kate had definitely jumped the fence. Climbing it, he was careful to avoid the live wires, knowing that if he got shocked, the whole night would be a complete waste. Dropping to the other side, he called out her name a couple times, but only hearing his voice echo through the empty woods, he ran to the sign. Nobody, nor nothing was seen. Just a bunch of white letters with initials carved into the sides, all with different years and dates. He desperately looked around, calling her name once or twice, but she didn't appear.

Climbing the fence once more, the flashing lights caught his eye. Increasing the speed in his walk, he nearly ran down the hill. A couple of ambulances, 2 police squad cars, and a fire-truck were parked along the street. Their radios bristled with static voices that were barely audible, as a tow truck started to pick up a red corvette with it's front pretty much totaled. A police officer came over, his eyes glistening like black crystals.

"May I help you sir?" he asked.

"Yes… what happened here?" Jack replied.

"A pedestrian got hit by a drunk. Usually doesn't happen in these parts of the city, but you can't not expect it, 'eh?" he told Jack the basics.

"Yea…" Jack said. "Do you know who the pedestrian was?" he just wanted some information. Anything to take his mind off Kate.

But nobody knows what's gonna happen tomorrow

We try not to show how frightened we are

If you let me I'll protect you however I can

You've got to believe

It'll be alright in the end

(A/N: Wow, this makes for an interesting chapter. Jack is most likely going to freak when he finds out whom the pedestrian was. And Kate will have to get well sooner or later…)

Reviews To The Reviews That My Reviewers Left Me:

(I dare you to say that 3 times fast…without screwing it up. Ooooo…)

LostGirlKate: Wow, my first reviewer. I thank you such for liking this story! Yep, chapter 3 going to be up on Sunday or Monday.

Gowland: Lol, I have a feeling they might. Not making anything official yet though. Thanks for reading!

Rain1657: Yay! I'm so glad you liked this. I'm hoping some of the reviewers from my other story might jump onto this one too, makes it all the more better for me. Thanks for the compliment, I think this story has lots of great stuff in for it too, and since I knew I'm going to be ending my other one soon, I started up a new one. Lol. Chappie 3 on Sunday or Monday!

JerseyGrl00320: Wow, thanks! Yea, I think that their relationship on the island is definitely the most interesting one, and so I was like "Why not write a rescue story and such…" Believe me, the stuff that comes up in this story is going to bring up a whole lot of Kate's past and all the good stuff. Lol.

Whirlwind-2005: Yay, another one of my Saving Kate reviewers! Thanks so much for reading this. Yea, Jack and Kate had a fight. And they're most likely going to end up together, but I dunno yet. Well, you'll find out how they got off the island as soon as I make how they did. All these people are saying Cruise ships and rescue planes and such, and I want to be original, so I have to think up of something good. Ya, I'm going to update Saving Kate right now!