"Can we please get back to the damn beach or somethin'?" Sawyer begged harshly.
"Sawyer, you have to help me carry Jack. I can't carry him by myself," Kate told Sawyer, glaring at him. "Now help!" Kate helped Jack up while having one of her shoulders under his left arm. "Sawyer…!" she said, "help!" Sawyer sighed, frustrated, and put a shoulder under Jack to help.
"Happy?" Sawyer said sarcastically.
"Very," Kate replied, smiling teasingly.
Jack leaned in on Kate, about to fall, but Sawyer quickly said, "Hey! No time for kissin', Doc. Let's go for God's sake!" Kate rolled her eyes, and they started to walk towards the beach.
The only thing that was currently on Jack's mind was his flashback, though. An outlaw? Now he knew the truth. Kate was an outlaw. Just like Sawyer. Jack wanted her to change. Badly. That's all he thought about until they came upon the caves. Everyone stared up to look at them, and Jack seemed to snap out of his thoughts.
The first thing Locke looked at was the red shirt around Jack's lower leg.
"What are you doing with that?" he asked, standing up from a log. "I thought I threw that in a well-hidden area."
"And you sure did," Sawyer said, rolling his eyes. "We were in the middle of no where. No, wait! We are in the middle of no where!"
"Now's no time for jokes," Kate said seriously, helping Jack sit down on his little 'doctor bench'. She inhaled a deep breath, clearly tired. Sitting down next to Jack, she smiled at him. "You okay?" she asked.
"Yeah, but I don't know about Locke. What's up with him?" Jack said. He looked at the red shirt wrapped around his leg. "I mean, what's so special? Well… this was Boone's, but… I mean, does it matter to him or something? We just happened to pass by it-"
"Okay, I get the point," Kate said, chuckling. She put a hand on Jack's shoulder, as Locke walked up to them.
"I'm serious, here. I need that shirt back," he said, putting a hand out to Jack. Jack sighed, and started to unwrap the shirt, but Kate put her hand on Jack's hand.
"Wait," she said, looking up at Locke. "Can we give it to you later?"
Locke hesitated, then sighed, knowing he couldn't convince them not to. He shrugged, then turned to walk away. But he quickly turned around again and warned, "Don't do anything stupid." Locke turned around again, then went back to fixing his backpack on the log. From time to time, he kept glancing up at Jack and Kate, as if he were spying on them.
"Sometimes he scares me," Kate admitted, serious. "I wonder why he wants that shirt now. It's like it's haunted or something." Kate and Jack laughed out loud. "Hey, where's Sawyer?" Jack and Kate looked around.
"I don't know," Jack replied, looking around still. "Maybe he went for a walk or something. After all, that guy is mysterious." Kate shrugged at the thought. Jack took the red shirt off and placed it next to him on the bench.
"It isn't that bad," he said to himself out loud, sighing with relief. "Thank God." He moved his leg, to check it. "And my leg works perfectly." Smiling, he stood up, and tried to catch his balance. Kate caught Jack as he was about to fall, putting her hands around his waist. Smiling, Jack turned to face her.
Then, out of no where, Jack and Kate heard a gunfire. Everybody at the caves stopped what they were doing, some terrified, and some just plain surprised and shocked.
"Sawyer," Kate whispered, letting go of Jack. "I have to find him. He's the only one I know with a gun on this island," she told Jack, and started to walk away.
"Wait, I'm coming too," Jack said, putting a hand on her arm. He walked next to her, and did a pretty good job, assuming that his cut hurt like crazy. But he didn't want to be left alone, so he might as well fake it. "Okay, lets go," Jack said. "No, wait." He ran back to the bench and grabbed the red shirt, wrapping it around his leg. "Okay, now lets go."