Whee. Part two. Jack POV. This one is for xxkatrina because she
reviewed.:) Hopefully you'll like this. I'm not so sure about it, so
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These first two 'chapters' are more like introductions. I swear they'll be a smidge longer in the next chapters IF I continue this.
You know the drill: I don't own anything related to Lost, I just play with the characters.
Rain, rain, go away, come again another day…
I sit from a distance and watch as her fingers play with the constantly coming rain. Too starker like? Probably, but it's not safe out here on the beach, in the dark. Too many people on this island had their brush with death. If she was added to that list, I don't know whether I could handle it or not.
Every rainfall night, I would watch her fidget while she pretends to sleep and finally when she thinks everyone is asleep, she slowly walks out of the caves or the hatch and heads towards the beach. She walks quickly at first, but then slows down eventually as the path nears to the beach. Then after sitting on the beach for half the night or when the rain stopped – which ever came first – she would return to where she came from in a Zombie like fashion, her face expressionless and body almost limp.
In all honesty, I hate rain, even when I was a kid. Mud puddles never appealed to me. Plus, Sarah was…gone on a raining Sunday morning. Dad was presumed dead on a raining Australian evening. The forecast for the day of the flight was light rain. The day Charlie, Kate and I went out into the jungle …something almost ate us alive. And the island gave us a sudden shower. The hunt and finding of a lifeless Charlie? Again, sudden showers. Point taken, my history with rain isn't too great.
Which makes me wonder about Kate and why she's out on rainfall nights. Kate's complicated to say the least. I often wonder's why I'm drawn to her. What is it about Kate that makes me get up and follow her, even though I'm the one who needs sleep to help the others?
I wish I knew.
I shiver as I wait for the last bit of rain to fall underneath nature's umbrella: a wide branched tree. Second or minutes later – I can never tell anymore – Kate gets up. I see that she noticed me and I offer her a smile. She starts walking closer towards the path, her face nearly expressionless. I don't know whether she's mad that I'm out here, waiting for her, or happy that I am here, watching out for her. I'm afraid she'll blow me off, forget about me and I don't know if I could handle that or not. But when she smiles back, I forget about my doubts and the next thing I know, I'm offering her my hand. Without hesitation, she takes it.