I don't own "Lost" or the characters used in this story, I also don't own "Hallelujah" which belongs to Jeff Buckley.

Chapter 6- Tragedies of the Heart

"This is for you Kate," Jack said sitting down next to her.

Kate turned away from the burning embers in the fireplace and then forced a smile in Jack's direction. She couldn't understand how he could be so warm to her, after she had just confessed what had happened that night with Sawyer. Kate searched Jack's hazel eyes for any signs of forced kindness, but it seemed as if he was sincere. She then looked away from his face, and then focused on the dark orange journal in his hand.

"This is for you," He repeated softly.

"Oh," Kate raised an eyebrow but took the bound journal anyways. She rested it in her lap, and then traced along the cover with her hands. "What is this for?"

"Reflections, thoughts, and worries," Jack said. He lowered himself downwards and sat across from Kate. "You've been through a lot these last couple of days,"

Kate continued to look down as warmth radiated from the crackling fire in the hearth. "I don't understand why you're not mad at me."

"Why would I be mad at you? Because you didn't tell me?"

"No, it's not that, it's just…" Kate placed her hand against her cheek, and looked down at the dark red bricks that made up the fireplace. She let out a sigh, and then turned back to Jack. "Death is a big deal…at least for you it is."

Jack shook his head, "You don't have to talk about it if you don't want to Kate."

"The guy was a cop," She confessed.

Jack flinched, but he didn't say anything. Sawyer had killed a cop. That definitely wasn't helping their situation. A part of him was tempted to drill Kate and find out every detail of what happened that night, but then again he loved her too much. As Jack watched the soft yellow and orange lights flicker off her features, he couldn't help but adore her.

"I thought the journal might be helpful," Jack said placing his hand on the small book.

Kate looked down at his hand, and then back at him. "You and Sawyer got in a bad fight, I'm sorry I wasn't able to jump in."

Jack smiled, "I can handle my own battles,"

"I know, but I think I've been in more fights than you." Kate smiled to herself. Her smile was small, but it was true. She opened the book, and then raised an eyebrow at the neat handwriting scribbled on the first page. "Did you write this?"

Jack nodded, he stretched out his legs and then placed his hands on the carpet. "It's a letter to you, I hope you don't mind if I stole the first page."

"Not at all," Kate closed the book. "I'll read it later, I'm sick of falling apart right in front of you and Sawyer,"

"It's okay to let it out sometimes Kate, especially when you're going through so much, no one's judging you here."

"I just hate crying, but I seem to do it a lot." Kate shrugged, and then placed the journal down on the floor. "I'm a fugitive, I'm not supposed to cry."

Jack chuckled, "Is there some rule book on how to be a proper fugitive that I don't know about?"
Kate gave Jack a half smile, "I wish,"

"Taylor told me to tell you that the pumpkin pie is almost ready, so whenever you're ready we can go and get some."

Kate nodded in appreciation. "She's too kind, I'm sure she suspects that we are in trouble with the law, but she doesn't even bother to ask."

"Maybe she doesn't want to know." Jack responded.

Kate sighed, and then nodded back in agreement. "And it doesn't hurt that she has a thing for Sawyer,"

Jack grimaced, but kept all negative Sawyer related comments to himself. "I've been meaning to ask you something,"

"Go ahead,"

Jack rested his back against the bricks that made up the fireplace. His eyes traveled down to the purple throw pillow Kate was sitting on, and then he started to play around with the woven strings on the edges. He was fidgeting, because he was nervous. Jack didn't usually fidget, but Kate had unexplainable effects on him. He looked up and opened his mouth to speak, but his words got caught in his throat. Kate's olive eyes were glowing, and her skin shined with a bronze like tint from the fire. Jack didn't ever think he would get used to her beauty.

"What is it?" Kate asked sitting up. She gave Jack a diminutive smile. "Did you just realize there is a warrant out for my arrest, and I am claimed to be armed and dangerous?"

"There probably is a warrant out for my arrest too by now, but no, that's not it." Jack reached out for Kate's slender hand. Her skin was soft and warm to the touch. "I was looking for something, and I can't seem to find it."

"You're sanity? Because if that's what you're looking for them it might be hiding with mine."

Jack ran his thumb over Kate's hand, "No, I was looking for Sarah's ring."

Kate narrowed her eyes at Jack curiously. "What do you mean looking for it? Is it lost?"

Jack shrugged, and then opened his mouth to respond. He thought it over, and then nodded. "I think so,"

"Where was the last place you had it?"

"My shirt, it was in the pocket." Jack stated.

Kate pulled Jack closer to her by his shirt. Jack held his breath as Kate "man handled" him, which he surprisingly didn't mind. She tugged a little harder, and his top button opened. Jack was tempted to ask what she was doing, but if she was going to kiss him, he definitely wasn't stopping her.

Kate slipped her hand into the pocket of Jack's shirt, by his chest. No ring? She promptly searched the other pocket, and then she gripped the fabric in her hand.

Jack smirked. It was beyond crazy to him that all he wanted to do was kiss Kate, despite the confession she had just revealed to him. He had obviously changed a lot since Kate and Sawyer held him "hostage" back in May.

"Is this the shirt that you put the ring in?" Kate asked with wide eyes. She felt his pockets once again, and inevitably him in the process.

Jack couldn't help but notice how vested Kate's interest had suddenly become in finding the ring. It was as if she knew that he wanted to propose to her when the time was right. In all actuality, Jack didn't want her to have Sarah's ring, because Kate deserved her own ring, but for now, until Jack could afford a new ring for Kate, Sarah's would have to do.

"It's not in your pockets?" Kate leaned forward. Her thick auburn tresses fell forward in delicate curls as she slipped her hands into the pockets of Jack's jeans, which Taylor had bought earlier.

Jack tried not to look down at Kate, so close to him. He felt her hands glide against his leg through the fabric. He clenched his jaw, as he felt his body start to respond. Suspiciously Jack wrapped his hand around Kate's arm, and then pulled her hand out of his pocket. His cheeks were an embarrassing shade of crimson, and he could barely contain his nervous smile.

"I'm sorry, I just can't believe you lost it. We have to retrace your steps, and…" Kate looked around the dark den covered in shadows and then back at Jack. "What shirt were you wearing?"

"The one you came back in the other day."

Kate's mouth dropped, "The ring was in that pocket?"

"Yeah, but maybe it fell out before you left." Jack rubbed at his forehead, "Well I hope it fell out."

Kate bit her lip and then looked down at Jack's shaking hands. Her eyebrows furrowed low over her eyes, and then she reached for his hands. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, I just…" Jack found his eyes looking everywhere but at Kate. He noticed that it was raining lightly outside, and the moonlight was shining through the window, and whether he wanted to realize it or not Kate's eyes were on him. If only he could understand why Kate made him so flustered, then maybe he could control it. Jack shook his head, he had been around plenty of beautiful women before, but something about Kate was different.

Kate placed her hand on his. "Is the accident starting to sink in?"

"Remember I'm not bringing that up until you're ready." Jack pointed out. He glanced up, and watched as her eyes watered.

"Crying again…"

Kate turned her head in disgust.

"But it's okay, because you have reason to." Jack added softly. He had managed to control his shaking hands, so he reached out for Kate's shoulder, and gave it a gentle squeeze.

Kate smiled, "Thanks for the journal, I think it might come in handy."

Jack nodded, "Thank Taylor,"

"Does Sawyer get one?"

Jack smirked, "Yeah, his has and angry tiger on it, with its claws out."

Kate giggled, and then covered her mouth. She placed her head against her raised knee, and tried to shake the image. "I already know the first thing I'm going to write about."

Jack was tempted to ask, but instead he just concentrated on the fire.

"Don't you want to know what I'm going to write about?" Her tone was somewhat playful but yet saddened at the same time.

"Escaping to the Netherlands, Australia, or my personal favorite Germany?"

"What's in Germany?" Kate asked thoughtfully.

A smile tugged at the corners of Jack's mouth. "Good times…or at least good dreams."

Kate's smile widened.

Jack's eyes crinkled at the corners as he beamed back at her. "So what are you going to write about?"

"Somebody that make's me smile."

Fire swayed and danced in the fireplace, and the wind whistled as branches scraped against the window.

The electricity that surged through Kate and Jack as they stared deep into one another's eyes was undeniable, and after a while Kate had to look down.

Jack returned back to his senses seconds later and then took in a deep breath. "I didn't mean to stare you down."

"It's okay," Kate grabbed her journal and then stood up. She looked down at Jack who was looking back up at her. A smile formed on her face, at how adorable he looked. "Do you need some help?"

"I think I can manage,"

Kate shifted the journal underneath her arm, and then held her hands out. "Believe it or not, I'm a pretty tough girl, I think I could take you."

Jack was happy to see her smile, so he held his hand outwards. Kate wrapped her hands inside of his, and then pulled him up towards her.

"Thanks for the lift."

Kate nodded, and then looked up at Jack. "We have to find Sarah's ring."

"Thanks Kate, I didn't think anyone would care except for me."

"Why wouldn't I care?" Kate asked in surprise.

Jack shrugged, "It's just been sitting around with no real purpose, unless you see a purpose for it…at least for the time being."

Kate would never admit that she wanted to hold the ring for Jack, and pretend that it was her own. She knew it was foolish, but then again she didn't care. "When we find it, I can hold onto it for you…"

Jack grinned.

Kate blushed, she quickly focused her attention on her the journal in her hand. "I'm just going to hold onto it so you don't lose it,"

Jack reached for something around his neck. Kate watched as he unclasped a thin gold necklace. "When we find it, you can put the ring on this…"

Kate stared at the necklace in curiosity, "I've never noticed that necklace,"

"It's a good luck charm."

"You believe in good luck?"

"Not really, but I wear it anyways," Jack replied placing his hand on Kate's shoulder, and then turning her away from him. He hesitated before he stretched the necklace outwards holding the clasps between his hands.

Kate looked at him through the corner of her eye. He was waiting for something. Seconds later Kate felt Jack's hands on the back of her neck. She expected his hands to be cold, but they were warm, probably from the fire. He brought the necklace in front of her and the slid it around her skin, until it was on right.

Jack linked the clasps together, and then turned Kate back towards him. "Keep that safe."

"I will," She said placing her hand to the small circle which was inscribed with something. "What is this?"

"Safe travels from St. Christopher, I'm not really into that stuff, but so far so good right?"
"Right," Kate replied looking down at his hands which were still on her shoulders. "I know you want to interrogate me Jack…and I appreciate you for not doing it."

"You must think my goal in life is to torture you."

"You're a doctor, isn't it?"

Jack nodded, "I am…or was, I'm not exactly sure if I'm going back to that profession. I mean if we're skipping from country to country I might have to get another job."

Kate hated to hear him say that. Give up his job, for her, a fugitive. She felt that she was barely worth it. But she wasn't going to argue with him, at least not now.

Jack massaged Kate's shoulders for a couple of seconds, his hands digging into the fabric of the sweater she was wearing. Even in a sweater she was drop deal gorgeous. "Want to get some pie?"
"Could we talk?" Kate asked.

"Of course we can,"

Kate reached for Jack's hand and then led him towards their room. Once they stepped inside the drafty space she closed the door behind them. She felt like she was trying to seduce Jack, but she had no intentions of it. After all they had been through so much, a relationship seemed impossible, but somehow it seemed to be working. Kate wanted to accept the way that Jack made her feel, before it was too late. What if something happened, and he or she died before being completely honest with each other. Yes she had told him that she loved him, which was a huge commitment on her part, but she didn't want to hide from it anymore. "I meant what I said out there you know,"

Jack sat down on the edge of the bed. "What did you say."

"Oh god, don't make me repeat it."

"You heart me?" Jack replied with a laugh.

Kate ran her hands through her tangled hair, "Yes, I do. And I don't want to run away from it any more. I want to accept it, but not with anymore nicknames or romantic craziness that you drive out of me."

"I agree with the nicknames, I guess it was a spur of the moment kind of thing."

Kate nodded, "I must really love you to do that." As soon as she said this a wince crossed her face. "I'm saying too much."

Jack shook his head, "Why don't you read that first page?"

Kate looked down at the journal and then smiled back at Jack. "You want me to read it while you're looking right at me?"

Jack nodded, "Is that too much to ask."

Kate still couldn't believe he was treating her as if nothing happened. But she was going to go with it, because she wanted and needed to be cheered up by Jack. It was funny how Jack had transformed over the months, but she liked the new him. Looking away from Jack, she opened the journal.

"I know you're going through some tough times right now, and I just wanted you to know that I'm here for you. I know I've said it over and over again, but I have to make sure you got it. I know you're not a fan of sappiness, and I thought I wasn't either until now…but I've fallen in love with you Kate. I know…I know the L bomb was off limits, but I just had to put that in writing. Throughout this trip so far, I've become attached to you. It makes me happy when you smile, and when you laugh, I suddenly feel whole, and as if there is not a damn thing in this world to worry about except for you…" Kate looked up from the journal even before she was half finished. She walked over to him, and then placed the journal down by his side.

Jack looked down at the journal, but was distracted when Kate placed her hand underneath his chin. His heart pace quickened at the feel of Kate's hand on him.

"I miss your stubble," She whispered.

Jack's eyes fluttered close as Kate leaned closer to him. "I meant every word…corny or not I meant it."

Kate placed her lips against his. Their lips were soft against one another's. Jack's mouth opened wider as he hungrily kissed Kate back. She placed her hand behind his head, and stroked his dark brown hair as she savored every temptation filled kiss that he delivered her way. She lowered herself onto his lap.

Jack wrapped his arms around her sweater. He gripped onto the sides, and then wrapped his arms tighter around her never ever wanting to let her go.

His feet were cold from the freezing late October air which was gliding into the room through cracks in the walls. Kate placed her hand against his chest, he fell backwards onto the purple comforter. She was on top of him, her legs pinned him down on the sides of his waist, and he was unable to move. But he didn't want to.

Jack raised his head and continued to fill his craving for Kate by moving his lips along with the rhythm of her own.

She pulled him back down on the bed, and separated her lips from his in order to breathe. Her cheek fell down on his lips.

Jack kissed her cheek, and then breathed in the scent of her hair as she moved her head once again. "We keep doing this,"

Kate nodded, "Is it so bad to want to be close to you during hard times?"

Jack shook his head, "I feel the same way…"

Kate wrapped her arms around Jack's neck and collapsed onto him. His stomach was rising underneath her own, and she could feel his muscles through his shirt. She wanted to be as close to him as possible. Feel his bare skin against her own, because he affected her in unexplainable ways. But she would wait, she would settle for this, because the time wasn't right. Kate didn't want their first time to be weighed down by stress, and not to mention that she was usually modest when it came to sex.

Kate tilted her head backwards as Jack kissed her neck. She gripped onto his arms, and drew in shaky breaths. Jack had become her drug, and she knew that she was addicted.

Jack rolled over and now he was on top of her. He smiled. "I apologize for my lack of control."

"And I for mine, I shouldn't be doing this because of…" Kate rested her cheek against Jack's.

He closed his eyes, and then breathed softly on her skin.

"How does your nose feel?"

"After Sawyer punched me?" Jack asked with a smirk.

Kate nodded.

"Better,"

Kate placed her hand against his chest, and then placed her other hand on the bed as she leaned forward to place a loving kiss on his nose. "I hope that helps it feel better,"

Jack smiled. "Being held hostage had to be the best thing that's ever happened to me." He stood up, and then wrapped his arm around Kate's waist to lift her up.

She smiled. "Thanks," Kate fixed her hair, and then straightened out her clothes. "Thanks for the "talk" it helped to make me feel a little better."

"I'm here to talk always, and when you don't want to talk to me…you can write in the journal, let it out."

Kate patted his shoulder, "I'm going to check on Sawyer, and make sure he's okay."

Jack nodded, "I guess I'll have to talk to him eventually, but not now, I'll do it when I'm ready.

Kate cupped Jack's chin in her hand, and then gave him a kiss on the cheek. "No more running…at least not from you."

"Let me be your rock," Jack offered pulling Kate into a hug.

She blushed.

A couple minutes later Kate walked towards the kitchen. She spotted Taylor and Chloe sitting at the table eating pie, and watching the news. Kate couldn't help but smile at Chloe as she listened attentively. Looking around the kitchen once more, Kate decided that Sawyer had to be in the back. She turned around and walked through the house. Once she reached Taylor's room, she creaked the door open, and peered in looking for Sawyer. He wasn't anywhere to be seen.

The bathroom door opened from inside Taylor's bedroom. Mist spilled out into the air. Kate backed against the wall and then watched him through the small crack in the outside door. She could tell that Sawyer was dealing with a lot. Kate reached for the doorknob ready to step inside, but then she paused when Sawyer glanced towards the door.

Thinking he had seen her, Kate dropped her hand.

Sawyer looked away, and then dropped down to reach for something underneath the bed. His face was twisted in suffering, and he looked truly miserable. Kate had never seen him like this before. She reached out to open the door once again, but then paused when he pulled out the shiny black gun.

Kate's mouth dropped. She had almost been positive that they had gotten rid of all the guns.

Sawyer traced his hand against the edge of the gun, and then he placed his head against the bed. His hand played with the trigger, and then he turned off the safety. Sawyer traced the gun along his cheek, and then to his heart.

Kate pushed the door open. "Sawyer, what are you doing?" She asked in fear.

"Get out!"

Kate promptly closed the door behind her, and then turned to Sawyer with her arms crossed. "What are you doing with that gun…and why are…Sawyer!"

"What!" He yelled.

Kate cautiously stepped towards him, "When did you get like this? So desperate to die, I thought it was about staying alive, getting out of the country…"

"Fck you!" Sawyer tucked the gun back in his bag, and then shot up. He grabbed Kate roughly by the arm. "Just the leave me the fck alone!"

"Stop!" She said trying to push him back.

"I'm going to die anyways so why not get the job done a little faster?" He reached for the door knob with his free hand, and then pushed Kate out. "Keep on messin' with me Freckles, and you're going to get burned." He narrowed his eyes at her, and his eyebrows furrowed low over his eyes. "Don't bother me no more, You may need a damn savior to save your ass, but I don't need it…so stay…" Sawyer menacingly jabbed his finger at her. His hand shook as he glared back at her with disgust, which wasn't for her, but instead for him. "Stay the fck away from me."

Sawyer slammed the door in her face.

Kate stared back at the closed door in shock. Tears started to fall again. The tears that she hated so much were barely containable. Her instincts told her to run to Jack, but she couldn't because she had been somewhat happy when they were last together. Kate gripped onto the necklace Jack had given her. She was worried about Sawyer…very worried. He had become suicidal within the last couple of days, and she couldn't understand where it was coming from. Yes, they had both been through a lot, but he always managed to put aside his worries and focus on something else. But not now.

Kate placed her shaking hand to her mouth.

I heard there was a secret chord
that David played and it pleased the lord
but you don't really care for music, do you
well it goes like this the fourth, the fifth
the minor fall and the major lift
the baffled king composing hallelujah

hallelujah...

Sawyer sat on the bed. His jaw was clenched and his face was wet with tears. He didn't care about holding it all in. Because it didn't really matter anymore. Handling the emptiness inside of him was easier to deal with on his own. He reached downwards for the duffel bag where the gun was inside.

Sawyer grimaced as he looked down at his hands searching around frantically for the gun. Misery tortured his soul, and he knew that he had almost reached his breaking point. A man could only smile, and put on a brave face through jokes and ignorance for so long. His hand traced along the cold metal of the gun once more.

What he hated the most was the way Kate and Taylor showed him their care. Sawyer closed his eyes in pain. He didn't want them to care about him, because he wasn't used to it. He just wanted to die, and he didn't want anybody to miss him.

Sawyer opened his mouth. He had contemplated suicide so many times in his life, but he had never been able to go through with it. He briefly dropped the gun and then raised his hands behind his head. He didn't want them to care…he just wanted to die…and he wanted Kate and Taylor to forget about him. Forget he ever existed, and just let him go to the place he deserved to be at. Guys like him didn't get to Heaven, so what the hell did it matter. With shaking hands Sawyer picked back up the gun.

well your faith was strong but you needed proof
you saw her bathing on the roof
her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
she tied you to her kitchen chair
she broke your throne and she cut your hair
and from your lips she drew the hallelujah

hallelujah...

Jack looked down at the floor. His eyes rested on a wallet tucked in the corner. Jack squinted at the wallet, and then bent down to inspect. He picked it up, and then leafed through the contents. Money was stashed in the outer fold, and in the smaller pockets, Jack found credit cards, and behind them he found a license. Jack sat down on the bed, and then looked over the license. Darren Von Amberg.

He sighed, and then rested his head against his hand. Closing his eyes he shook his head. Jack glanced at the picture once more. Regret washed through his soul, if only he had went with Kate that night then none of this would've happened.

Jack tucked the license and the credit cards back into the wallet. He choose to pretend that everything was okay for Kate's sake, and he had even managed to convince himself that. But the truth was, when he was alone with his reasoning he knew it wasn't okay. An innocent man was dead, and it was tragic.

Baby I've been here before

I've seen this room and I've walked this floor
I used to live alone before I knew you
I've seen your flag on the marble arch
but love is not a victory march
it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah

hallelujah...

Kate momentarily forced herself to recover. She ran towards the door, and threw it open. Seconds later she was outside, the cold air whipped wildly at her face as she ran over to Taylor's window. Even though Sawyer appeared unreachable she thought maybe there was a chance she could get through to him. Stop him from making the biggest mistake of his life, which would affect everyone in the house. Kate pounded her hand against the window when she spotted Sawyer. Her heart shattered into a million pieces as she watched him hold the gun dangerously close to his face. She felt as if she was trapped in a dream, a horrible dream that she couldn't wake up from. Kate slammed her fists on the glass in pleading. Sawyer turned to her with a look that wasn't his own.

Well there was a time when you let me know
what's really going on below
but now you never show that to me do you
but remember when I moved in you
and the holy dove was moving too
and every breath we drew was hallelujah

Jack stepped into the kitchen with Chloe and Taylor. He smiled and then sat down across from them.

"Hey," Taylor said quietly.

Jack nodded.

"So what happened to Darren?" Chloe asked tugging on Taylor's sleeve.

Jack quickly diverted his attention towards Taylor, who seemed somewhat sad. She rested her chin from her hand slightly, and pouted back at her daughter. "Darren's fine…"

"No, but I heard you tell Miss Cecile that Darren would be back, that he would never leave her alone…because she just lost her husband, and she needed family to depend on."

Taylor looked back at Jack in sadness, and then focused on her daughter. "Nothing gets past you huh?"

"Nope, smart as a whip."

Jack clenched his jaw as he waited for Taylor to announce that the police had found Darren's body somewhere. He fought the urge to rest his head in his hands, but instead he put on a clueless face. Jack couldn't force himself to look at Taylor, so he looked down as she explained to her daughter.

"Darren's been gone for a while and…"

Chloe tilted her head to the side in worry, "He was no nice, is he dead mommy?"

"No!" Taylor said quickly. "He'll be back."

"Do you promise, because after Mr. Matthew went to Heaven, Darren was the only one that brought Miss Cecile flowers every morning, and he read to me, when she got tired, and…" Chloe placed her head against her fist. "Where else could he go to mommy? He never goes a day without seeing Miss Cecile."

Finding this all too hard to take, Jack stood up, and walked out of the kitchen.

Well, maybe there's a god above
but all I've ever learned from love
was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you
it's not a cry that you hear at night
it's not somebody who's seen the light
it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah

hallelujah...

He couldn't go through with it with Kate watching him. The gun slid from Sawyer's hands and dropped down to the ground. He blinked as he came too, and realized what he was about to do. Sawyer leaned forward resting his head in his hands. When did his life become too much for him, and when did he reach that point when he just wanted it all to be over. Sawyer drew in a breath, and then looked down at the gun. Kate knew about him now, she knew that he wasn't as strong as he pretended to be, and that he wanted his life to be over. Standing up he walked over to the window.

Kate stared back at him with her hand over her mouth. He could see the tears from where he stood.

Sawyer didn't want her crying over him, so he reached for the curtain and then closed it. He didn't want to deal with Kate anymore, she had seen too much inside of his soul, which meant that he had to shut her out. Force her to hate him instead of seeing him as a tragic figure.

Sawyer looked around the room sadly. There was no other way, He was going to make Kate hate him, hate him so much that she wished him dead.

(Thanks everyone for reviewing...I know this was a dark chapter and maybe a little depressing.

Nikki-da-latina- Miss you on Lost Forum, and I updated earlier than Monday for u...and hope you liked the angst...more to come.

Rain1657- Thanks a lot, I love developing the characters, and that's why Sawyer is in such a dark place now.

Orlando-crazy- I miss the action a lot, but there won't be any high speed chases, jumping off buildings into water, or explosions until next year, there staying in North Carolina at least until January...I guess they're comfortable Outlaws...lol

Cohen101- It's the only way for Jack and Kate to get by.

Also thanks to KateLilly, Angel, Sunny102, Lindsay. delee. Jillian, October Sky, and NYR88.)