Disclaimer: I don't own Lost...and that's probably a good thing.
Background info: I should probably say before I start that I don't think Kate has committed any serious crime. Even if she has, in this fic she is supposed to have been framed for something she didn't do. She was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. Like I said before, this is just what I think, and want, to be true. Here it goes...
sun rose slowly, enveloping the island in its seizing light. The survivors began to wake, one by one: preparing themselves for yet another day of fighting to stay alive. Claire was tending to baby Aaron, while Charlie stood close, keeping a watchful eye on the pair. A little ways down the beach Locke set about organizing a hunting party. The group was running out of food, and everyone was in agreement that it was time to hunt boar once again.
Kate left the group of eager hunters and wandered over to where Jack was tending an older man's swollen ankle.
"Hey," said Kate as she approached.
"Morning," replied Jack, not even needing to glance behind him to know that Kate was there.
"So, I was planning on going on the hunting expedition with Locke and some of the others today," Kate ventured. She didn't know why she always informed Jack of her plans, especially those in which there was a high risk of danger, but, she just felt somehow that she owed it to Jack to let him know where she was. He had done, and was still doing, so much for all of the flight 815 survivors that she felt that by at least letting him know where she was, she was easing his mind of at least one concern.
"What else is new," Jack stated flatly. Jack cared about Kate. He cared about everyone on the island. But, he and Kate had developed an obvious connection from there very first encounter.
"What is that supposed to mean," Kate asked, the tone of anger slowly rising in her voice.
"Oh, I don't know, you just always seem to be throwing yourself into the face of danger. Kate, you know I don't like the idea of you being in the jungle, even with Locke there. Ever since that day, with the pilot...I just...I want you to be okay. I need you here. I need someone to keep me sane. Someone who can automatically tell when I'm overworking my self and who will tell me to rest."
"So is that all I'm good for on this island Jack? Telling you when your burning yourself out?"
"C'mon, you know I didn't mean it like that. It's just...it seems like you keep signing up for these encounters with danger. Almost as if you want to...never mind."