This is just something that popped into my head when I was watching 1x03 Tabula Rasa and the Marshall said the line that is below. I don't know where it's headed, but I know I have some ideas in my mind. Be nice, one of my first Lost fic's. So go ahead and read, and review if you want.
Believing;
"She got to you, too."
Those words repeated over and over in Jack's head. He just couldn't get them out, no matter how hard he tried. So he just kept staring off into the ocean. All the while thinking about how maybe, just maybe, the Marshall was right.
So he started to walk down the beach, looking down at the sand, thinking about when he met Kate.
"You don't seem afraid at all. I don't understand that."
"Well, fear's sort of an odd thing. When I was in residency, my first solo procedure was a spinal surgery on a 16-year-old kid. A girl. And at the end, after thirteen hours, I was closing her up, and I – I accidentally ripped her dural sac. Shredded the base of the spine where all the nerves come together. Membrane, stenos tissue.. so it ripped open. Nerves just spilled out of her like angel hair pasta. Spinal fluid flowing out of her, and I.. and the terror was just so.. crazy. So real. And I knew I had to deal with it. So I just made a choice. I'd let the fear in. Let it take over. Let it do its thing. But only for five seconds. That's all I was gonna give it. So I started to count. One.. two.. three.. four.. five. Then it was gone. I went back to work, sewed her up, and she was fine."
"If that had been me, I think I would have run for the door."
"Well, I don't think that's true. You're not running now."
He smiled at that. He remembered how she had been afraid, and how he had told her not to be. They were total strangers at the time, but she still trusted him. Trusted him enough to believe in him. Not many people would do that. Not many at all.
The sun was starting to set, so he decided to go back to the rest of the camp. By the time he reached it, he was still thinking of Kate. Of how he always wanted to make sure she was all right. At first, he thought it was subconsciously. But then he realized he did it more for her than anyone else. 'No.' He thought, 'It never meant anything. It was just one of my duties as her friend.' Friend? Yes, that's all they are. Friends. Nothing more.
Right?
He looked up at all the people sitting around the fires, finding company in each other.
He also knew that that's how he felt when around Kate. He always felt exhilarated. Her beauty hypnotized him, and he felt like he didn't deserve to feel this way. He didn't deserve her, he wasn't good enough. He just admired her from afar. Never to act on his feelings, it wouldn't be worth it because she didn't feel the same way. Did she? No, it was impossible.
Why would she want him? He knew he should give up on that dream, but he just couldn't let go. It was too hard, and he didn't even want to. He would always want her; want her passion, her affection.
Would he ever get it? Would he just have to keep waiting, waiting for the right moment?
Maybe.
A/N - I swear this story isn't done yet. Just stay with me, and it will turn into some Jack/Kate romance.