A/N: This is the last time I am revisiting the hatch. I've put too much of it in my previous chapters. OMG POC MOVIE AWESOME GOOD REALLY COOL AND JACK WILL LIZZABETH! AWESOME SO MUCH (The writing fairy says that the Pirates of the Carribean: Dead Man's Chest is the best movie. The writing fairy is always right. You never argue with the writing fairy. Listen to the writing fairy. The writing fairy despises and detests TheEvilTrafficCone's horrible grammar and awful sentence structure in the above sentence. And F.Y.I., Will turner is very, very, very, very, very, very hot. Jack looks like a rat without his wig.) JACK IS BETTER THAN THAT PTRETTY BOY WHO IS A GOOD PERSON WHO NEVER GETS IN TROUBLE. (The writing fairy disagrees, and just to let TheEvilTrafficCone know, Will -SPOILER ALERT- was arrested at the beginning of the movie and at least he wasn't seduced by Elizabeth) tHATS IT STAY AWAY FROM THE KEYBOARD FAIRY,PEPRICA, CHAIN HER DOWN. THAT'S RIGHT! DON'T SCREW WITH CAPTAIN JACK SPARROW! YOU FIEND! HE IS SOOOO MUCH HOTTER THANWILL TURNER ( Yeah, well,the writing fairy still thinks Will's hotter and plus, at least he's not anwise ass (I like those moments, I like to wave at them as theypass by.)who willed his life away to some stupid sea urchin.) THATS IT! YOUR GOING DOWN! U 2 GO IN UR CORNER!(At least I don't need a writing fairy.) DUDE I THOUGHT THERE WAS SUPPOSED TO BE A BRIEF COMMENT AT THE END...WHATEVER. (Yeah, but as I mentioned before. I am the writing fairy and what I say goes.)
Chapter 8
Kate walked over to Jack's tent where she found him passed out on a blanket. Poor Jack, never getting any sleep. He had stayed up all night on Desmond's boat helping Sun to sail, and now when he finally got some rest Kate had to wake him up.
She gently tapped him on the shoulder and when he didn't stir she pushed him a little harder. Finally he eyes fluttered open and he looked up groggily at her.
"Sorry Jack," Kate said, "You gotta get up. The funeral's about to start."
"Yeah, I was just resting my eyes for a few minutes." Jack explained tiredly, "I guess everyone's expecting me to say something."
"No, actually Charlie volunteered." Kate told him.
Jack got up and the two of them walked across the beach toward the grassy embankment where their make shift graveyard stood. For such a beautiful place, it had not such a beautiful reputation. Jack remembered many days when the survivors migrated upon the hill to bury one of their friends and the pain it brought them to do it.
Today was no different. A large group had gathered around a grave dug as they waited in silence. Some of them turned around when they saw Jack and Kate approaching. Sawyer stood a little ways off like he always did, not wanting to be a part of the group. Jack hoped that this funeral would go better than the others. No one had really said much in the past when it came time to speak of the dead one's life. Not that anyone knew that much about them to begin with.
Jack stopped when he reached the group. He saw Charlie standing close to Eko with his arms folded across his chest somberly. After everyone was there he began, "I only knew Eko for a short while…he never really spoke much. He was a priest and he did a lot around here to help." Charlie spoke slowly, "And he baptized Aaron and was building a church over there." Charlie pointed to the unfinished structure in the distance. "Eko helped a lot, he liked to. He helped me. I don't know much about his life except that he had a brother who was a priest and his brother died on the island when his plane crashed." Charlie explained, some people looked surprised by this new information, "It was the one Boone tried to climb." Charlie stopped, thinking of what else to add, "Eko was a great man and I know I'll miss him very much."
At the end of Charlie's monologue he threw some dirt into the grave. Other people followed in the same manner. Locke came up to Charlie and spoke, "I was with Eko before he died." Locke explained, "He said you should finish the church for him."
Charlie didn't say anything. He just nodded his head and then walked off to join Claire with Aaron.
Once the grave was filled completely, the group slowly drifted back to their tents, going back to their lives. These days, dwelling on death could quite possibly mean your own. Jack went back to his tent and sifted through his medical supplies. He was running out, as much as he hated to admit it. And now that the hatch was gone, or so he was told, it was like going back a few months when he had little or no medicine to treat wounds.
Jack walked over to Kate, "I'm going back to the hatch to find more supplies."
"Wait, what? There's nothing left. Charlie said it was all ruined."
"Either way, I could find something useful."
"I'm coming with you." Kate repeated her catch phrase.
Jack sighed knowing Kate's adventurous spirit all too well.
Kate looked at the forest wearily; the scenery here was all too familiar. She had seen nothing of it for the past two months. She remembered the first night she, jack, and Charlie had trudged through the seemingly harmless forest and had discovered the brutish, strange "monster" that inhabited it.
Jack followed Kate, deep in thought. He wondered why the "monster" hadn't made too many appearances lately. Maybe Ana Lucia had been right. All the survivors were getting way too accustomed to the routine of their lives here and forgetting about all the dangers hidden within it. But how was he supposed to warn them and watch what they were doing, he was just one man.
Jack watched Kate ahead of him. He felt a sudden urge to come up to her and tell her how he felt, but common sense held him back. Something caught his eye, it was just a glimpse, but he saw it none the less. There, just over the neck of her shirt. In a split second he decided to ask before he convinced himself to mind his own business, "Kate, how did you get that cut on the back of your neck?"
She turned around, confused, "What cut?"
Jack reached around and lightly touched the back of her neck. She sucked in air as his fingers grazed the cut, "That one."
"I don't know," She had a blank look on her face. One that Jack knew wasn't as innocent as perceived.
Jack pulled closer and examined it with his trained eye in medical issues. There was a small incision made that had been closely stitched up. He rested his hands on her shoulder and she reached back and put her hand on his as she asked, "What, what's wrong?"
"The Others," She heard him whisper, "What do you think they did to us on that surgical table?"
"Don't know."
"Here check me." Jack asked.
"What?" Kate's green eyes looked at him strangely, and then she realized where he was going with his theory.
He turned around and she pulled his shirt back. Sure enough a small cut was there too. It sent a shiver down her spine. She pulled away awkwardly and told him he had the mark too.
"Why-," Kate asked but she was cut off by Jack as he entered his predictions mode. The one that everybody predicted would happen.
"They must have inserted something. Something small, but for what I couldn't say." Jack began. Kate saw the anger replacing his shock as he thought of the days the Others had held them captive.
The two continued in silence the rest of the way, not saying much. At last, Jack saw the ruined the hatch and the odd clearly surrounding it. He drew nearer to the metal doors and inspected them. The door was oddly charred as if there had been a fiery explosion that had singed the hard plated material. This, of course, had been Charlie and Eko. Hurley had brought him up to speed on recent events as soon as he had rested up as much as he would physically allow himself to.
Kate entered first, not hesitating as if she didn't want Jack to see the uncertainty in her heart. The hatch seemed so different, it was dark, debris scattered the floor, and remnants of life were displayed here and there. But she had never liked the hatch anyway; it reminded her of a place no one could escape, as if it were suffocating her. 'Katie, always running away', that's what Tom had always said. God, she wished he was with her. Maybe not on this island, but alive. Somewhere. Safe. But then there was Jack. Where did he fit in? How did she feel about him anyway? And Sawyer? Her dad's presence mingled around the man, haunting her with every passing moment they were within seeing distance. As she walked slowly in, something moved farther ahead, knocking from her own personal pity party. Jack came up close behind her and she basked in the protective feeling that clung to him in abundance. She had to admit she liked that feeling. That feeling that she was safe. Where else could she get that feeling on this god-forsaken island?
"Who's there?" Jack called, his voice reverberating throughout the metal box. That suffocation feeling always managed to make her heart beat a little faster and speaking seemed to make it worse, make it painfully obvious the closeness of the walls and introverted feeling that accompanied the cold, unforgiving walls.
The only response was the clatter of metal being knocked away. Jack moved closer, carefully taking hold of a splintered piece of wood he found lying near his foot.
The thing grew closer, pulling itself towards them. What was it? Jack thought? The light streamed through the open doors and Desmond stumbled to their feet.
A/N: Dude, I should not write anymore but just to let u know 2 other friends wrote that and I'm NOT talking to myself again.
Now the nice in the white jackets men and women are here to give me my daily madication. Yo i'm out for the day and no I don't mean medication the fairy got fed up with my writing so she flew away. (Like I could leave her alone without feeling guilty about doing it. She might just start stabbing things with pencils.) WHERE'S THE DEFIBULATOR? OH MAN SHE FOUND THE CHAIN SAW! (Um, when she's next sane we'll have her write the next chapter. Later Peprika. This is your issue. Tee-hee) oKAY THIS IS NOT MY STORY ANYMORE THEY TOOK IT OVER.SPECIAL THANKS TO THE WRITING FAIRY WHO MADE MY STORY BETTER AND PEPRICA WHO JUSTY COMPLETLY SCREWED IT UP. JK, BUT YOU DO BELIEVE IT RIGHT?