Kate put the beer down and looked up at sawyer.
"And now here we are,"
She got up and walked over to the baby. He was sleeping peacefully. Not a worry, yet, for him in this world.
"Sawyer, I can't keep him,"
Tears swelled in her eyes once again. Sawyer stood up and put a hand on her shoulder. They both stared at the small boy.
"Why not?"
"What kind of a mother would I be?"
Sawyer turned Kate towards him and looked her in the eyes.
"A perfect one,"
And he leaned in and kissed her. This one wasn't like the other. The other was mysterious and unknown; this kiss was comforting and somehow moving.
As they pulled away they realised that would be the last time they kissed. They couldn't be together. They were too much alike. It was too dangerous.
Sawyer gave her one last smile and picked the baby up.
"Once we're found I'll take him,"
Kate looked at her son.
"Thanks,"
She kissed the boy on the head and headed out of the hatch.
Sawyer looked down at the child.
"Hello Tom,"
He felt it was important to name the baby Tom. To commemorate a life of love, bravery and adventure. A hidden life, Kate's life…
A week later the survivors were rescued. When scientists tried to return they couldn't find the island.
Kate was never found after she left the hatch.