Disclaimers: I do not own "Lost", The title "Slow Heat in Heaven" belongs to Sandra Brown, and the song "Strange and Beautiful" belongs to Aqualung

Chapter 2- Strange and Beautiful

Did Kate really think he was smothering her? It seemed as if she enjoyed being with him, or at least he thought so. Jack lowered himself onto the couch, and then stared at a slowly dying fire in the fireplace. If only Kate would let him in long enough to help her deal with whatever she was going through. Jack sighed. He doubted that would happen anytime soon.

He stretched his legs out on the tan sofa, and then rested his head against the chair arm. Even if he tried to go to sleep, he knew Kate would be the only thing on his mind. Everything had been so perfect earlier, they had danced, kissed, and even made nicknames for each other. A grin came to Jack's face at the thought of Kate dubbing him her "honey". The grin disappeared as fast as it came, when he thought about what happened afterwards. Kate was fine until she went off with Sawyer.

"I knew I should've went with Sawyer instead." Jack placed his hands over his tired eyes, and then slowly dropped his hand down to his mouth. He was having bad "Kate withdrawals". Every time he closed his eyes all he saw was them dancing together. Her body was so close to his, and his hand was draped casually around her waist. Another smile formed at the thought of Kate in Taylor's dress. Her hair had hung loosely around her shoulders in soft chocolate curls, and she was wearing a perfume that only caused him to be enticed even more by her natural beauty. Kate looked radiant, and the thought of being in a relationship with her, made him feel like the luckiest man on earth.

Jack's eyes slowly closed as he drifted off to sleep. The wind whistled underneath the door, but that didn't disturb him. Kate just needed some time. She had told Jack that she loved him, so that's all he needed to know. Jack shifted in the chair once again, he grabbed a throw pillow and propped it underneath his arm. If only that pillow was Kate. As he squeezed the pillow tighter, Jack slowly started to drift away into dreams about Kate.

Kate sat on the edge of the heater. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and then leaned forward, pressing her arms against her legs. The last 45 minutes all she had been thinking about was what she said to Jack. How could she tell him that he was smothering her? Kate shook her head, She wanted to go to Jack, and tell him that she was sorry, and then confess to him about the car accident.

Kate shivered at the thought of the cop. No matter what Jack said, she knew he was still very much into doing the right thing.

Kate bit her lip. Jack couldn't handle it. If she couldn't then neither could he, and she was happy to see that he was trying to live life with less worry these days, despite their situation. Kate was not going to bring him down with her.

She placed her hands to the side of her face, and then exhaled. Kate needed fresh air, she needed to get out of Taylor's house for a little while. She rested her hands against the heater one last time, appreciating it's warmth during these trying times, and then forced herself up. Kate's green eyes rested on a flannel shirt Jack had been wearing earlier, she reached for it, and then slipped it over her shoulders.

A quick snapshot of her trying to drag the cop towards the truck flashed into her mind.

She paused waiting for it to pass. His eyes stared back at her helplessly, and somehow he had managed to hold onto her hand briefly as she tried to talk to him. When the painful flashback continued, Kate closed her eyes. She squeezed her eyes shut tightly and then started to count to five. Jack had taught her this trick when they had downtime in West Virginia at Sawyer's old place before it had been blown up.

Kate cringed. Just great, she tried to avoid one fear, and she thought up another. With small slightly paranoid footsteps she crept towards the door. Her arm reached out, and then she creaked the door open. "Jack," She whispered.

There was no response.

Kate gripped onto the sleeves of Jack's sweater and then pretended as if he was walking beside her. Jack had a calming effect on her, and she wasn't sure if that was the main reason she pushed him away. Maybe it was because she felt that she didn't deserve Jack, after keeping such a big secret from him. Kate placed the sleeve of Jack's flannel shirt to her nose as she sneezed. The aroma of his cologne wafted to her nose. She couldn't help but wonder again, where he had gotten it from. As Kate walked out into the den she saw Jack sprawled out on the couch, a pillow was wrapped in his arms, and his mouth was wide open.

He looked adorable. If only he wasn't so damn perfect. Or at least in her eyes. Kate quickly turned around, headed back into the room and then grabbed the comforter. Seconds later the comforter was on Jack. Kate sighed, and then leaned forward to kiss him on the forehead. She paused seconds before her lips came in contact with his skin. What was she doing?

Jack snored.

Startled Kate snapped out of her thoughts. She looked back at Jack remembering what she was about to do. Kissing him on the forehead was innocent, she didn't want a relationship now, but a friendship would be fine. Kate knew in her heart she wanted more, but as of now she was too conflicted to admit any feelings she had. Closing her eyes, Kate leaned forward. Jack had slightly moved his head upwards in his sleep. Her lips came in contact with his mouth.

Oh God. Kate thought pulling away.

Jack's mouth opened wider, and then he started to stir. Fearing he would get up, and see her hovering over him like a lunatic, she walked towards the door.

"Kate,"

Kate froze at the door. Her hand gripped the doorknob. She glanced up at the ceiling, debating whether she should turn around and explain her actions, or else make a mad dash towards the woods in true fugitive style.

"Mmm…Kate,"

Kate's eyebrows lowered over her eyes. Was he sleep? Slowly her hand dropped to her carpenter jeans which were way too baggy for her small frame. First she glanced at the fire, it had completely died down, and then at the back of Jack's head.

"Kate, Love…"

Kate pouted. He wasn't helping her situation, he was only breaking her heart even more. If only she could be like every other woman who realized love when they saw it, and went after it before they lost their guy. Kate looked down sadly, if only she was used to Jack's love. Taking a deep breath, Kate walked back over to the chair. As she suspected Jack's eyes were still closed. Lowering herself down on the floor next to him, she stared back at him thoughtfully.

Kate would listen to him for a couple of seconds, and then try to take her late night walk. Her thoughts shifted for a second as her eyes rested on Sawyer's boots by the door. When was he coming back?

Sawyer crawled onto the banks of the river. Lucky for him the bridge wasn't too high, and he was even luckier that he was able to swim while being so damn drunk. His black shirt was matted to his body as he laid gasping for air, and squeezing the damp dirt between his hands. He was alive.

"Damn, I almost died," He muttered. Sawyer turned over on his belly, and then tried to push himself up. "Drunker than a hog, so damn drunk don't even remember my own name, where the hell am I?"

He placed one hand to his aching forehead. Right, he was staying with Taylor, his ex-girlfriend. Now all he had to do was get his drunk ass up and walk through the dark woods back to the house. Sawyer's blue eyes scanned the woods for any landmarks, the only landmark was the bridge a little way up, and the highway that led off of it.

"Well I'm fit to be tied. Where the hell is a navigation system when ya need one?" Sawyer groaned and then tried to pull himself up again. This time he was successful. He groaned once again when he felt a sharp pain rush through his arm.

"Aw shit, not only did I fall down a damn bridge, but I just injured myself to. What else can happen, what else do I deserve?"

Sawyer scowled when he remembered the reason that had brought him to this bridge. It was that man they had ran over, well he had ran over. Kate wasn't the murderer it was him. Sawyer stumbled towards the direction he faced when he stood up. "I don't like these woods, they ain't welcoming, look like something is going to jump right out at you." He reached in his pocket. Damn, he didn't have his gun. After running from hit men for a couple years he knew better than to leave the house without a gun.

"Shit, if they come after me I'm good as dead." He shook his head in frustration and then tried to pick up the pace. For a man who didn't scare easily, Sawyer had to admit that he was a little frightened. Out of all the woods he had been in, none of them had been this dark, he could barley even see the moon or the stars.

The same pain surged through his arm once more. Sawyer reached out with his free hand, and held his arm still. He closed his eyes, when he had remembered that he had driven Taylor's truck to the bridge. "Damn, lost my common sense, don't know which direction I came from, how I got here, where I'm going…a damn mess that's what this is."

Sawyer turned around, his bare feet sank into the damp soil as he walked back towards the truck. Crickets chirped noisily in the bushes, and when he looked ahead a deer stopped to look at him.

He frowned, "Whatcha lookin at Rudolph, you wanna mess with me too. Because I'll win this battle." Sawyer's speech was still slurred, and with every step he took, a stumble followed right after.

The deer ran off into the woods.

Suddenly Sawyer heard some walking behind him. He stopped dead in his tracks and then looked around. Silence invaded the crisp night air. He clenched his jaw, He was drunk, but not that drunk to be hallucinating. Sawyer made a sudden grab for his "gun" but then he remembered that he didn't have it.

Someone else was out here with him.

Kate stood up. For the last couple of minutes she had listened to Jack murmur her name over and over again, mixed with groans, and sighs. Kate wasn't sure what Jack was dreaming about, but whatever it was brought a smile to his face. She glanced down at him once more, and then headed outside. The air smelled smoky, and her ears prickled from the surrounding coldness. Where was Sawyer?

Kate scowled as she stared into the woods. Maybe going in there wasn't that good of an idea. She lowered herself onto the porch and then stared ahead thoughtfully. Tonight had been rough, and she just wanted to forget it all. Kate sighed, and then a sad smile covered her tired features. "If only life was that easy,"

She heard something. Kate shot up, her fugitive instincts taught her to be alert at all times. "Who's there?" Kate quickly turned around to step back inside, but she had closed the door behind her, and now it was locked. With wide eyes, Kate turned around again. Everything seemed normal but she could've sworn she heard something. She bit her lip nervously as she stepped down from the porch. Kate took slow cautious steps towards the woods, determined to find out what or who the noise belonged to. Kate stepped over a thick log, and then peered around every tree.

The wind gently rustled tree branches.

Kate's heart started to pick up pace. She swallowed down a wad of nervousness in her throat. After the accident earlier she was already going through fits of paranoia, and that last thing she needed was something else to worry about. Kate slowly started to count again. "1…2…" Her eyes closed briefly, and then she allowed herself to relax against a tree. There was nothing in the woods, she was just wound up. Kate placed her hand to her forehead and then wiped away at the tears that had welled in her eyes. Why was she crying? Kate reached for her other hand in order to stop it from shaking so violently. Just as she was about to turn around, her eyes narrowed in on a figure standing up ahead. He was just standing there…or at least she thought it was a he. Kate cautiously stepped closer, her heart beating rapidly.

He quickly ducked behind a tree.

Kate stopped. She raised an eyebrow, and then looked around for a weapon. With a quick and nervous gesture she snatched up a branch. Kate glanced at the branch, realizing how insufficient it was as a weapon. Her brain was screaming for her to go back, but she couldn't, what if one of Sawyer's "friends" had tracked them down. Kate glanced at the tree branch once again. But what could she do with a branch? Kate dropped the branch, and then substituted it for a large rock.

Sawyer was conscious enough to realize someone was walking towards him. He had dived behind a tree, because he expected gun shots to be fired at him seconds after being sighted. Sawyer took in ragged mouthfuls of air as he heard them step closer. He was going to be damned if he was going to get killed in the woods. After running all this time, he wasn't going to give up without a fight. Sawyer looked around for a weapon.

Jack stepped into his apartment in Cologne, Germany. In his hands he held a paper bag with three German dishes, and a six pack of beer in the other. He flipped on the light switch, and a smile crept across his face when he saw the red and white rose petals, which led to a satin sheet laid on the polished hardwood floors. Jack sat down the food, and beer, and then walked towards the back. Night had washed over Cologne, boats floated down the Rhine River, and people talked loudly on the sidewalk below.

"Kate?" Jack called. He glanced at the satin sheet on the floor once more, and then grinned. "Are you here baby?"

"I'm in the room."

Jack raised his eyebrows in anticipation, and then walked towards the back. He pulled his denim jacket off and then draped it across a cream chair in their place for the time being. He placed a hand against the door and then opened it. Candles illuminated the dark room, and more rose petals led towards the bed. Kate had beat him at his own game.

"Hey Doc," Kate sat on the bed, her hair hung loosely around her face, and she wore a sexy dark purple lingerie gown. "I thought you deserved a treat so…" Kate paused to look around, "I decided to treat you."

"I've had a long day."

Kate tilted her head to the side, "Don't you always, I thought you could use a massage…do you want oil or lotion."

Jack grinned as he looked down. "Where did you get these flowers from?"

Kate shrugged, "They came today for Jennifer Ryan,"

Jack chuckled, "So you plucked off each petal and made trails for me."

"I had a lot of time on my hands, and besides I'm not a flowers kind of girl you know that Jack…or should I say Michael?"

"We don't have to use the code names here," Jack kicked off his shoes and then lowered himself onto the bed. He rested his head in Kate's lap and then looked up at her. "I'm starting to get used to Germany, I hope they don't find us."

Kate placed her hands against the sides of Jack's face. "We've been pretty good at covering our trail so far," She leaned forward to kiss him.

Jack immediately accepted Kate's kiss. He brought his head up slightly, so he could get better access to her soft and warm lips. Jack reached forward and then wrapped an arm around her back. He was tempted to gently slide down the straps of her lingerie gown, but he allowed his hand to rest on her shoulder.

"Is that food I smell?" Kate asked between kissing him.

Jack rested his head back on the bed, and then took in a mouthful of air. Whenever he kissed Kate, he had to remind himself to breathe. Her beauty intoxicated him, and made him foolish.

Kate traced her hand along Jack's gray shirt. "What did you bring back for me?"

Jack smiled, "Nothing you can pronounce, it's all German."

Kate rolled her eyes up to the ceiling playfully, and then she grabbed Jack by his shirt.

Jack placed his hands on her shoulders, and then smiled in satisfaction as Kate crawled on top of him. "It feels so good to have you all to myself. I don't like to share."

Kate's lips curled into a smile, "Neither do I," She leaned forward to kiss him again. "How about we do dinner first and then a massage and then…"

Jack nodded, "Then get a little closer."

Kate traced her hand against Jack's lips, and then she stole a quick kiss. Jack slowly got up, he placed his hands around Kate's waist. She squealed as he picked her up, and then carried her through the apartment. Kate kicked her legs outwards, and then wrapped an arm around Jack's neck.

"You didn't say anything about my decorating."

Jack looked around, "You changed the little bit of furniture we had around?"

"Yes, isn't it beautiful?"

"Nah,"

"Jack!" Kate hit him upside the head.

"I was kidding, Damn Kate,"

She smiled satisfied, "I thought the place would look better if we pushed the couch aside so we could take advantage of the view of the river,"

Jack let Kate down on the satin sheet on the floor.

"Can I ask you a question babe,"

"Ask away," Kate prompted looking back at Jack with temptation.

"What exactly is this sheet for on the floor, what were your plans for it."

Kate shrugged innocently, "The massage, and maybe a little fun afterwards."

Jack reached for the food on the counter and then the six pack of beer.

"Mmm…it smells good," Kate reached for the bag as soon as Jack sat it down by her.

"Hey, hold on there,"

Kate pulled back, "What Jack, do you have to get my bib ready?"

Jack smirked, "No, but we're not eating normally tonight. You haven't had German cuisine before, so I thought we could make this interesting."

"Oh okay,"

Jack quickly grabbed something off of the counter and then held it behind his back.

"What is that?" Kate asked trying to peer around Jack.

"Hey," He bent down beside her and then whispered, "Close your eyes,"

"You're lucky I trust you."

"I know, but it took a long time to gain that trust." Jack watched as Kate closed her eyes. He smiled back at her as he placed a gold blindfold over her eyes.

"I think I see where this is going."

"I have three dishes here and you're going to tell me which ones you want to try."

"Okay," She said softly.

Jack pulled the Styrofoam containers of food out of the brown paper bag. "Okay I have some Rosti, Tafelspitz, and Schawzwalder."

Kate's eyebrows furrowed low over her blindfold, "Jack, you better not give me something like roasted rat or seasoned pigeon."

Jack laughed, "I wouldn't. So what do you want first?" He reached for three plastic forks and then opened the boxes. Hopefully she chooses the Schawzwalder first, the chocolate cake with cherries, whipped cream, and grated chocolate, he thought to himself.

Kate sighed, "I'll have the…um the Ta..Taf…"

"Tafelspitz?"

"Yeah, that one." Kate replied.

Jack dipped the fork into the beef with horseradish and then brought it towards Kate's mouth.

"Open up,"

Kate hesitated, "Jack, I swear if it is curried snake then…"

"Curried snake isn't even a dish, open up."

Kate slowly opened her mouth. He then quickly fed her the Tafelspitz.

"Not bad,"

"I told you," Jack whispered.

"I smell chocolate…I want that Jack."

Jack looked down at the cake, "Rosti, or Schawzwalder?"

"I'm going to hurt you Jack…okay the S one,"

He then lowered the fork into the chocolate cake coated with cherries, whipped cream, and grated chocolate. "Open your mouth for me again."

Kate opened her mouth and then leaned forward. Jack smiled, and then smeared a little bit of the whipped cream against Kate's lips.

Kate licked the whipped cream off, "Jack, is that the cake?"

"Yeah," He fed her the rest of the forkful, and then took off her blindfold. "How is it?"

"Good!" She declared. Kate reached for the cake, and then grabbed the fork out of Jack's hand. She sliced into the velvety smooth treat and then held a forkful out to Jack. "You have to try this, it's like Heaven."

Jack opened his mouth, but Kate tricked him by flicking the small piece of cake at his nose.

"Kate!"

She jumped up and then made a mad dash towards their room. Jack shot up as well, he chased after her, and then tackled her onto the bed. Kate pushed him over her, and then got on top of him. "Next time you tackle me like that…" Kate licked the chocolate off of Jack's nose, and then leaned away, "I'm going to make you pay."

Jack pointed to the chocolate and whipped cream on his eye, "Could you get that too."

Kate pinned Jack's hands down by his sides, "I'm a tough girl Jack."

"I know,"

"I could easily take you down."

"Maybe," Jack laughed.

Kate giggled, "I could, I went through strenuous fugitive training before I met you, and…"

Jack silenced Kate with a kiss. "And I went through Med school, but none of that matters now does it."

"I guess not." Kate kissed Jack's eye, and then licked off the chocolate cake. "All that matters now is that I'm with you, and that you decided to follow after me no matter how many times I tried to push you away."

Jack slowly opened his eyes. He looked around excitedly expecting Kate to be on top of him in a very tempting lingerie gown. But when he sat up, he realized that Kate wasn't anywhere near, and that he was in North Carolina not Cologne, Germany. He closed his eyes in disappointment. He could still feel Kate on top of him, and taste her lips on his. If only it was real.

Jack stood up. If he didn't give up on his love for Kate then maybe he could make that real. Travel with her across the world under aliases, and just rely on one another. Jack walked towards the room he shared with Kate.

"Hey Jack,"

Jack turned around and looked into the kitchen where Taylor sat. Her blonde hair was tied up in a messy bun on top of her head, and she wore an oversized gray sweater over black shorts.

"What are you doing up so late?" Jack asked.

Taylor shrugged, "Having coffee, reflecting. Do you want some?"

"Um…sure,"

Taylor got up and then reached for a container of ground coffee from the pantry. "Folgers, Maxwell, any preferences?"

"Surprise me," Jack said sitting down across from her.

"Okay, so I heard you and Kate fighting earlier."

Jack sighed, "Yeah,"

"She loves you Jack,"

He glanced up at Taylor.

She gave him a reassuring nod, "My daughter noticed it first. Whenever you're turned away from Kate, she suddenly develops this look."

Jack crossed his arms and then leaned forward, "Look?"

Taylor nodded, "It's hard to explain, but she looks at you like some…hero, or man of her dreams. Corny I know, but that's what it looks like to me, and Chloe."

Jack looked down thoughtfully. "I love Kate…" His thoughts trailed when he realized that Taylor was hanging on his every word. "I know you used to have a relationship with Sawyer in high-school do you still like him."

"How couldn't I love that man's southern charm." Taylor smiled. "Sawyer is still the same handsome, mischievous guy that he used to be. I still like him, but I think he likes…"

"Kate," Jack filled in.

Taylor nodded, "Yeah,"

Kate raised the rock above her head as she got closer to the tree.

Sawyer jumped out.

Kate screamed and then dropped the rock, Sawyer tackled her to the ground. They both slipped, and tumbled backwards down a small hill coated with damp mud and leaves.

"I gotcha, I gotcha," Sawyer chanted.

"Sawyer it's me!" Kate yelled.

Sawyer glanced down at her realizing for the first time that it actually was Kate. "Damn Freckles, what the hell?"

"You've been drinking, how could you after…"

Sawyer clamped his hands over Kate's mouth. "Don't even bring that up. I mourned for a bit, and I'm not trying to stay sad, so I done forgot about it."

Kate's eyes widened, and she was about to scream back at him, but stopped when she heard footsteps.

Sawyer shifted his weight off of her, and then relaxed as he looked up startled. "Did ya hear that?"

Kate nodded.

Sawyer clenched his jaw as he looked around. "I thought you were the only one out here Freckles…did Jack follow ya?"

Kate shook her head. She didn't think Jack followed her, after all he had been so caught up in a dream about her.

"Where are you?" A voice said.

Sawyer ducked down lower into the shadows. That voice definitely didn't belong to Jack.

Kate's eyes widened in fear.

The sound of footsteps loomed closer. "Come out and talk…I promise I won't…."

Everything grew silent.

Kate grabbed onto Sawyer's damp shirt in fear.

"What the hell?" Sawyer whispered.

Kate signaled for Sawyer to keep his mouth shut frantically.

"If you come out and talk to me, I promise I won't tell anyone what you did."Kate gasped.

Sawyer glanced down at her in fear. His eyes widened, and his heart picked up pace. He could feel Kate's heart beating against his own. Hers' was just as fast and frantic.

"Won't tell, won't tell," The footsteps disappeared.

A couple of minutes later Sawyer started to get up.

"No!" Kate whispered harshly, she grabbed Sawyer by his arm and then pulled him back down. He collapsed back onto her.

"Well unless you like this position sweet cheeks, why don't you let me up?"

"How can you joke during a time like this! That person said they know what we did." Kate growled.

"They don't know shit, no one was around, I may be drunk now, but I know that much." Sawyer spat. He held out his hand to help Kate up.

Kate gingerly took it. She wasn't as convinced as Sawyer, he was good at denial, but she wasn't. Kate looked down. Something was wrong with this situation, very wrong.

"I left the truck back on the bridge, I forgot and I started to walk back." Sawyer laughed.

Kate grabbed him by the arm, "Can we just hurry up and get back to Taylor's house."

"You scared…I'll protect you from the crazies in the woods." He laughed, and then repeated, "Crazies,"

"You're drunk, just shut-up," Kate looked around cautiously as she followed after Sawyer.

Jack and Taylor turned around as the door opened.

Both Sawyer and Kate stepped in.

Jack stood up, and then walked over to then in surprise. They were both covered in mud. He glanced at Kate, hoping she would give him answers, but Kate quickly diverted her eyes away from him. Jack frowned. He wasn't going to ask any questions, because Kate wanted him to back off…so he was, at least for the time being.

Kate looked at him once again.

Jack looked up. He gave her an encouraging smile. If she knew he was on her side, then maybe that would help.

Kate looked back down.

Jack sighed. He didn't handle rejection well, but he continuously found himself willing to take Kate's.

"Oh mi god," Taylor gasped. She ran to the pantry closet and then grabbed two towels, and washcloths. Seconds later she returned, and gave them each to Sawyer and Kate. "What happened?"

Sawyer started to pull of his shirt, "Freckles and I wrestled in the mud, she's tough."

Jack looked away. In his dream, Kate had told him the same thing. But he didn't believe Sawyer. Kate and him hadn't been wrestling, something else happened and Kate was really bothered by it.

Kate stepped back into the room she was sharing with Jack after showering. A towel was wrapped around her waist, and she held a tee-shirt, and some sweat pants in her hand.

Jack who had been wide awake earlier, closed his eyes. He was turned towards Kate, but he tried to keep his eyes shut.

Kate turned to glance over her shoulder at Jack. She then glanced towards the door.

Jack quickly adjusted his head on the pillow, and then rested his arm underneath.

Kate turned around once again.

Jack closed his eyes just in time before there eyes connected.

Kate kept the towel on as she got dressed, once the jogging pants were on, she allowed the towel to fall to the floor.

Jack slowly opened his eyes once more. His eyes rested on Kate's bare back.

I've been watching your world from afar,
I've been trying to be where you are,
And I've been secretly falling apart,
I'll see.
To me, you're strange and you're beautiful,
You'd be so perfect with me but you just can't see,
You turn every head but you don't see me.

Kate slipped the tee-shirt over her head, and then turned around. She knew Jack had been watching her. Kate cautiously glanced out the window, and shivered as she looked out into the woods. With one swift movement she closed the blinds. Maybe Sawyer was right. She really needed to believe he was right, right now.

Kate lowered herself onto the bed with Jack. His pillow was impossibly close to hers'. She laid down turned away from him, and then hugged her pillow close to her head.

Kate scooted closer to him. She stopped as soon as she felt Jack's stomach pressed against her back. She was scared, and she needed to feel safe right now.

I'll put a spell on you,
You'll fall asleep and I'll put a spell on you.
And when I wake you,
I'll be the first thing you see, lyric stop
And you'll realize that you love me.

Yeah...
Yeah...

Kate knew she was settled for the night. As long as she felt Jack breathing softly on her neck, and his stomach rising behind her, she knew everything would be okay for tonight. Jack had to think she was crazy. Pushing him away one minute and then wanting him as close to her as possible the next. Kate backed up even closer to him. He reached out and wrapped his arm around her.

Kate closed her eyes.

Sometimes, the last thing you want comes in first,
Sometimes, the first thing you want never comes,
And I know, the waiting is all you can do,
Sometimes...

I'll put a spell on you,
You'll fall asleep,
I'll put a spell on you,
And when I wake you,
I'll be the first thing you see,
And you'll realize that you love me

Sawyer stepped into Taylor's room, wearing nothing but a towel.

Taylor looked up from her romance novel, and then quickly tried to look away.

Sawyer flopped down on her bed. "I don't want to take the kid's room."

Taylor adjusted her black rimmed glasses over her aqua saucers. "Um…Chloe wouldn't mind, she could sleep in here with me."

"I like them glasses on you." Sawyer replied. He glanced towards the woods through the window and then looked away.

"I'll carry Chloe in here and then you can take her room."

Sawyer crawled up to the top of the bed and then rested his head on the pillow next to Taylor. "I don't like those Care Bears she has on the walls. They're scary."

Taylor giggled, "Care Bears are gentle."

"They're too damn happy, something ain't right about em' and after my day, the last thing I need is to be strangled by a damn Care Bear."

"Okay fine you can sleep in here,"

Sawyer smiled, "One thing Sunshine,"

Taylor blushed, "Yeah?"

"Can we close the curtains, I don't like the woods lookin' back at me when I'm trying to get some shut-eye."

"Sure," Taylor got out of bed, and then closed the curtains. She returned to the bed and then placed down her book, and glasses. "Night Sawyer,"

He didn't respond.

Taylor sat up, "Sawyer?"

Sawyer started to snore.

Taylor smiled, and then she leaned forward to kiss him on the cheek. "I guess I'm not going to get any sleep tonight. Good night Sawyer,"

(Hey everyone, thanks for coming back! I hope you'll liked this chapter. Guys, I want Jack and Kate to be together too, and they will eventually, but I think that if they are just together without conflict, then it could be boring. I added in the "dream in Germany" to make-up for the fight between Jack and Kate…but unfortunately it was just a dream. While writing that though, it made me wish Jack and Kate were traveling to different countries while on the run…that would be fun, but it depends on how long this will be. I might update later this week, or next week, until then. Peace.)