Part Four. Whee. Thanks to everyone for the reviews, seriously, you do not know how much it means to me. Please review this part because I'm really if-y about it. Okay, good news? I've got a rough idea of what Part V is going to be about. I just need to rewatch this weeks episode of Lost.
Bad news? I'm really sick (getting better though!) and really busy at the same time. I got a huge test on the French Revolution on Wednesday, two dryland and one rowing practice before Wednesday, and a lot of school band practices for the fall concert coming up in the beginning of November.
Their will be an update by Friday. I hope.
Anyways, as always please read and review. Tell me what's OOC or just nutty. Anything relating to Lost doesn't belong to me, I just play with the characters and plot. Spoilers up to and including "Everybody Hates Hugo" And if anyone has ideas for upcoming parts, please, don't hesitate to let me know.
Enough rambling. Here is Part IV

There was no rain tonight. Thank god. No rain. No wind. No elements in our way to enjoy one of the first good times we had on the island. It was the first time in the last month and half where we could finally stop caring, just laugh and forget about everything. At least, for the near future.

Hurley did good today. The potato chips, the candy bars, the peanut butter, almost any food imaginable other than boar and picked fruits. These things were all something we needed today. We need this lavish banquet. We need a time where thoughts of our past, our present and our future were erased for the time being.

Yeah, Hurley did good today.

"Hi, Jack." Kate sat down beside me. "You got salsa? No way."

I grinned, "Yeah, trade you for some of that PB&J sandwich you got there."

"Deal," and she handed over half of her sandwich. "So what did you find with Sayid today?"

"Not exactly sure, you'd have to ask Sayid for the details, but it's some energy thing. That's how the water, uh, runs and stuff."

Kate blushed a bit, I've never seen her blush before, "Right," she said.

"So I guess you were right about the hatch." I said after a while.

She looked up from her food, "Hm? About what?"

"We can't really rely on the hatch for everything. We can't anymore. Food is about half gone by now, more or less."

Kate said nothing. I started feeling that weird nervous feeling I get sometimes around her, so I started to ramble.

"And I think you're right…about replying on each other…I think that works…"

Kate nodded, still saying nothing, but she finally spoke up, "You never did tell me how you got that tattoo, Jack." I saw the smile forming on her face.

And as I start the conversation about stupid med school pranks, I get sucked into telling her everything. I tried to keep the conversation light and well, fluffy, but talking of my father's death, my mother's disappointment, Sarah, and well, my life in general, turned the conversation into anything but fluff.

But it felt good to talk it all out, especially with Kate. She would nod in sympathy, laugh or saying nothing at all in all the right times.

"So you were married?" she asked as we started to finish off the rest of dinner.

"Yeah. I was. Almost didn't though." I answered.

A grin appeared on her face, "Wait. Hold on. I cannot picture that. Cold feet? From you?"

I couldn't help but smile back, "Yeah, me of all people."

We finished off our food, "Well, your turn now." I said, "I rambled on for a while on the great life of Jack Sheppard, why don't you go?"

There's little I know about Kate. That little toy plane she carries around is obviously extremely important to her. It's simple to see that. I don't know what exactly made her be in Australia and come on Flight 815. I know nothing about her childhood, her teenage and adult years. I don't know what makes her tick. What makes her so angry that she wants to scream. What makes her stomach sore from laughing. I know nothing. But yet, the more we spend time together, the more I feel like I've known her forever.

"We'll save that for another meal." She replied.

And with that she got up to head back to the hatch, leaving me to wonder some more on the mysterious Kate.

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