(A/N: Ok, this chapter was made especially for CrAzYhOrSeGiRl88! Hope she likes it! Also, she won again, (she answered first, and the answer was indeed "The Titanic". She even got the whole scene down!) and I'll have to think up of a new surprise for her. Also, if I decide to continue this game (which I probably will:) ) then there shall be a set of rules in the next chapter's A/N.)

Disclaimer: I do not own Lost. If you think I do, then e-mail me, and I'll give you the closest mental hospital location. ;)

-Searching-

Chapter 7-

Meetings-

Jack knew he was to leave the hospital, and not come back, but he wasn't going down without a fight, He was going home for now, but only to change. Dr. Shepard was going to come back early from vacation, and he knew that they wouldn't resist a doctor.

His SUV raced back down the highway, the wheels sliding over the wet roads, knowing he had only minutes to spare if he wanted to see Kate again in this hour. Pulling up to his apartment, he shot up the stairs, unlocked his apartment, and found that the coffee pot still had steaming liquid in it.

He sprinted to his room, threw on his doctor attire, and ran back to the kitchen in 5 seconds, pulling out a coffee cup so he could get some actual caffeine in himself. He looked at the clock. 7:42am. The sun's rays were peeking through his window, spilling into his kitchen. Grabbing his wallet and cell phone, he was out the door and back in the car, starting it up.

A loud tune went off as Jack's cell received a call. Sighing, he fished it out of his pocket and took the call, still keeping his eyes on the road.

"Hello?" His voice sounded a bit harried.

"Hello, Jack." A familiar female's voice filled the earpiece.

Jack nearly dropped the phone in surprise, but managed to get under control. "…Mom?"

"Yes, dear. Who else would be calling you at this time?"

Jack let himself laugh a bit. It was true, only the hospital or his mom called at some un-Godly hour of the morning.

"…What do you need?" Jack said after a few seconds.

"Sara's back in town." The voice at the other end sounded hopeful. "I was thinking you could take her out for a cup of coffee, just for old times sake."

Jack sighed. His mother could never fully understand that him and Sara were over. Well, for that matter, neither could Sara.

Kate stared up at the ceiling, the machines whirring in the backround. It killed her to hear those sounds again. She had only heard them once, and she hated it from the very beginning. They were the signal that her mother was slowly dying and nothing else could save her. Once Kate had left the hospital that harrowing day, she thought she'd never have to hear those din noises again.

-Flashback-

Kate's footsteps echoed down the hallway, the reverberation bouncing off the walls. This was the last time she'd see her mother. Both she and her mom knew that. Ever since she received news that her parent's cancer had spread from the lungs to the heart, Kate wanted to see her. But times were bad, and it was always getting pushed in the back of her mind. But she was finally here, in Albuquerque, New Mexico, to see her dear old mother one last time.

One last time. The words rang out through her head. The woman who was always there for her when she was smaller, when Kate always got left out, was dying of cancer. She couldn't help but smile smally as she spotted her mother on a stretcher across the hall.

"Hi, mom." Her hollow voice carried across the hall.

The woman looked over to Kate, and she smiled as best she could. "Katherine?"

Kate nodded, tears coming to her eyes. "Yea, mom. I'm here." She caressed her hand gently.

"…Help."

-End Flashback-

Jack burst through the double doors of the hospital, breaking into a run as he raced against the clock to see Kate. The only obstacle was the receptionist.

"Sir!" She called after him, "Please sign in!"

Jack sighed and jogged back to her. "Fine. Hurry up, I haven't got a whole lot of time…"

It seemed that the receptionist took forever to get out the clipboard. "Sign here." She said, snapping her gum in her mouth.

Jack stared at her. "Haven't you got a pen?"

"…Let me check." She snapped her gum again as she opened various drawers in search of a pen, while Jack eyed the pen on her desk the whole time.

Reaching in, his fingers grasped the pen, and he scribbled his signature on the line furiously. "There!" He barreled past the double doors before the receptionist had time to lift her head.

Jack ran up to the elevator, pushed the button, and waited for 5 seconds, tapping his foot non-stop. Suddenly, his eyes brought up a new sight, a arrow with stairs pointing up on a sign. Running over, he swung open the door, and bolted up the stairs, two at a time.

Skidding across the hallway, he ran over to an unused computer and typed in 'Kate Austin', his eyes scanning the dim screen. There she was, floor 4, room 423. He clicked out of the page, not wanting to read what condition she was in.

Jack quietly opened the door, his sight automatically flying to the bed where Kate was. She turned her head, and smiled slightly at Jack.

"Hey." She managed to croak out.

Jack put a finger to her lips and smiled. "Shhh…" He whispered. "They don't know I'm here."

She couldn't help but smile inside. Jack, the do-gooder, was finally breaking the rules for once in his life. And it was all because of her. "Won't you get in trouble?" She asked quietly, her voice coming back slowly.

He shrugged. "If I do, it's worth it." He pulled a chair over by her. "Look, Kate, I'm really sor-" Kate cut him off.

"No apologies, Jack. It was the same amount of your fault as it was mine."

Jack shook his head. "Still. I really am. I mean, I should of never said those things to you…" He sighed. "If I hadn't acted like such a dumb-ass, none of this would of ever happened."

Kate let out a small, tired laugh. "It's jack-ass, Jack. Dumb-ass is a word that can only describe Sawyer."

Jack laughed. "True." He planted a small kiss on her soft, yet cold lips. "How're you doing?"

"…As well I can be." She replied back, her voice getting more tired.

Jack nodded. "That's good to hear. I didn't bother looking up your condition. Well, actually, I don't really want to know."

"Neither do I." Kate agreed.

Jack brushed a small curl out of her face. "I love you." That's all it took. 3 words out of the whole English language. And it instantly made Kate feel better.

"I love you, too."

(A/N: Gah, sorry about such a long time updating. CrAzYhOrSeGiRl88, your prize isn't over yet, so, next chapter, I'll finish it off. Also, you've won another thing, and I'll shoot off an e-mail to you about that, since I'm too lazy to the do the Reviews To The Reviews That My Reviewers Left Me thing tonight. :) )