Part Five! Whee. I love the feedback. Seriously, I love it and appreciate it SO much.
Anyways, I lied before, somewhat. This weeks schedual has become more spaced out. Dryland today was cancelled so I was home earlier and I got the chance to study and do my homework faster, leaving time for me to write part five. AND my test was on the French Rev? Postponed for Friday, giving me a couple extra days. Plus, I'm not so sick anymore.
Okay, enough about me. Here is Part Five. It was kind of hard to write. It's Kate's thoughts on what happened in "...And Found" from last Wednesday. And I just realized that there is no new episode this week, not until November 9! So, I won't be updating for a while, just working on a new fic. Maybe. Anyways
SPOILERS: up to and including "...And Found"
I DO NOT own anything involving with Lost, I just play with the characters.

He was married. Wait, or was it that he is married? I can't really remember anymore. Charlie's loud guitar playing and the louder boos coming from various parts of our little beach camp last night made it impossible to hear properly. Anyways, married. I-do-Until-death-do-us-part married. Not much of a surprise though. I mean, come on, it's Jack.

I'm surprised I acted so calm. At least, I thought I was calm. I poked fun at him and left as casually as I possibly could. Gracefully? Not so much. I tripped over that damn stick that Walt's dog carries around. But because of that damn dog and his stupid stick, Jack laughed. God, I love his laugh. It's a shame he doesn't laugh more often.

Ironically enough, this morning Sun realized that she lost her wedding ring. I heard it from Hurley and I honestly felt like she needed some help finding it or talking it out. But then she mentioned the bottle of messages.

When I watched the cartoons as a kid, a smile would creep on my face, especially when that bullet, no, everything proof coyote or Bugs Bunny or whoever would get an idea and a light bulb would turn on above their head. I swear, the same thing happened to me.

"Sun, where is the bottle?"

She buried it. I don't know why. To protect us from knowing the truth? For closure? I don't know. She buried it a couple of feet away from the beach, where we still "live" and not far from the path towards the caves. I don't know what came over me, but the second the bottle was in my hands; I forgot about Sun and started ripping through the noted.

"I miss my father…." No, Jack's dad is dead.

"I love you and miss you, Scott..." Uh, no, as far as I know Jack is not gay…

I went through them quickly, hardly hearing Sun's muffled pleas, "Kate! Those are private! Kate, stop!"

Finally Sun grabbed a hold of my shaking arm, "Kate, what are you doing?"

What am I doing? I'm flipping through private letters to loved ones saying, "I love you" "I miss you" "I'm alright" hoping not to find one addressed to a Sarah and signed with love from a Jack.

I lie, "We didn't, uh, I didn't say good-bye…"

She looks at me, eyes a bit gentler, "Sawyer?"

Okay, true, I didn't say good-bye to him, and yeah, I liked him. But not like that. Whether we like it or not, Sawyer is good for us survivors and being on a good term with him is a good choice.

I scatter my eyes around, not wanting to answer Sun. Something glittering and sparkling in the sun catches my attention.

"Sun…" I didn't even finish my sentence, but just quietly started to laugh, never taking my eyes off it.

Sun finally sees it. She found her ring.

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