DISCLAIMER::pff: I wish.
-JADED-
-BY WHENICOMEAROUND-
-CHAPTER THREE-
"You!" gasped Jack.
"Me," said Desmond with a smirk. "now put the gun down, or your friend here gets it."
Jack looked at Locke. "Is this what you were talking about, Locke?" he said, feeling as though his tongue was a dead weight. It was hard to speak. "This is our destiny? All roads lead to here-"
"Jack, calm down-"
"PUT THE GUN DOWN!" shouted Desmond, sending a bullet into the ceiling.
Jack obeyed, slightly. He lowered his gun to his side. "Where's Kate?" he repeated.
"Oh, she's in the back, waiting for me." said Desmond with a smirk.
A lump grew in Jack's throat and he wondered with an aching heart if Kate was still alive.
He raised his gun.
"Put it down, or you both get it!" Desmond shouted.
"Where's Kate-"
"PUT IT DOWN-"
"WHERE THE HELL IS KATE?" Jack shouted.
"Jack-" Locke began, but Jack shot at his feet.
"IT'S YOUR OWN DAMN FAULT SHE'S HERE, AND IF ANYTHING HAPPENED TO HER, I'LL-"
"Jack, listen-"
"SHUT IT, THE PAIR OF YOU!" Desmond roared, sending another bullet into the ceiling. Locke and Jack stopped shouting.
Jack was breathing fast. "What are you doing here?"
"Never you mind that. Put the damned gun down."
"No!"
"PUT IT DOWN!"
"NO!" shouted Jack again, and he pulled the trigger, sending a bullet straight into Desmond's thigh.
"AAAH!" Desmond collapsed and sent another bullet, but it hit the wall beside Jack as opposed to Jack himself.
Desmond fell to the floor and dropped his gun; Locke picked it up in a hurry.
"Jack, come-"
"I'm not finished with you yet." said Jack, his gun pointing at Locke's chest. "Put the gun down."
Locke obeyed and put the gun on the floor.
"Stay here." Jack commanded.
"Jack, I-"
"STAY HERE!" Jack roared, and Locke got the message.
Jack jumped over Desmond, who was attempting to stand, and raced past him into another room, which looked similar to an apartment.
"JACK!"
Jack turned; he fell to his knees beside Kate, who was tied to a chair nearby.
She was crying.
"Kate, what's wrong-"
"Please," she sobbed. "please, don't let him do it-"
"Do what, Kate?"
"Please," she cried. "please, Jack, please..."
"Do what, Kate, do what?"
She gasped and sobbed. "Don't let him hurt me, Jack. Don't let him..."
"Hey," said Jack. He held onto her face and spoke. "Kate, look at me. Kate, look." she looked.
"I won't let anything happened to you, okay?" she was still sobbing. "Okay?"
Kate nodded hysterically and cried out again.
"Let me help you," said Jack. He picked up a knife that was lying nearby that had probably been used to cut the rope and cut Kate free.
Kate inhaled shakily. "Thank you." she said to Jack.
Jack held onto her face still. "Tell me what he did to you."
Kate breathed in again, then pointed to the knife, then to herself, again and again. She then began crying uncontrollably into Jack's shoulder.
"Hey," Jack said in what he hoped was a comforting voice. He put a strong hand on her back. "Kate, it's okay. I'm here, I'm here."
Kate continued to sob. She threw her arms around his neck.
"He tried to kill me, Jack," she whispered through the tears. Jack held her tighter. "He tried to kill me... please, don't let him... please, help me..."
"Hey," said Jack in that same soothing tone. "it's okay. It's gonna be okay."
A minute later, Jack pulled her up.
"Kate, listen, we've got to get out of here." Jack said.
Kate nodded shakily.
Jack helped her stand and led her back to where he'd come from. Desmond was nowhere to be seen, but Locke was standing in the exact same spot as before, this time, holding a gun.
And pointing it at Jack.