A/N: First, since I forgot to say it last time, THANKS to Foxygirl33 for the suit jacket idea! You always think of the nicest little touches, and I can't wait for your next Jack/Kate story!

And thanks again for all the reviews! Feel free to flame me this time... I think I need a little tough love to get me updating faster, lol.

And since I took so long updating this time, I tried to give you a longer chapter; some Sawyer to start off with, and of course, some Jack/Kate, too!

Enjoy!

Sawyer lay awake, staring up at the blue tarp that formed the ceiling of his make-shift tent. At first he had thought it was the rain keeping him awake, but it had stopped hours ago and sleep still eluded him. There was no use even trying, really. Every time he closed his eyes he saw nothing but Kate. This wasn't strange in and of itself; he'd had more than a few dreams about her since they'd landed on this rock, usually the kind that left a nice smile on his face in the morning. But this was different. He couldn't seem to shake the vision of her lying on the cave floor, pale and lifeless. It had rattled him, and he wasn't used to that.

And all night, he had been consciously avoiding asking himself why.

Sawyer liked to deal in facts. He was stuck on this damn island with a limited amount of cigarettes. Fact. He wasn't the most popular guy on the island. Fact. Freckles had the hots for the Doc. Fact. Eventually she'd wise up and come knocking on Sawyer's tent. He accepted that as fact. And now Freckles was sick. That was a fact, too. And when you just took facts for what they were, plain and simple, it was easy to sleep at night. But when you started thinking about how you feel about those facts? Well, that was just dangerous. The less self-analysis the better, that was Sawyer's motto.

But hell if he could stop himself where Freckles was concerned. It was starting to be a big problem, really. Sawyer couldn't remember exactly what he'd said in the cave earlier; everything was kind of a blur. But the look of realization on Jack's face was burned into his memory, haunting him. And every time he saw it he felt the same horrible sense of vulnerability, of weakness, and he detested it. Most of all, he detested Jack for recognizing it.

Sawyer reached into his bag and pulled out a fresh pack of cigarettes. For now, he was attributing all this damn emotion to a lack of nicotine in his system, and that was easily remedied. He pulled back the flaps of his tent and stepped out into the cool night air, the flicker of his lighter doing little to illuminate the darkness that surrounded him.

He turned in the direction of the water and slowly made his way toward the waves. Picking a level spot in the sand, he sat down, elbows propped up on his raised knees. He inhaled long and slow, and waited for the sun to rise.

Jack felt Kate stir as the first rays of sunlight began to filter through the cave entrance. In her sleep she had turned to face him, and she was nestled against his chest, one hand resting lightly on his shoulder. He had been awake for some time, but didn't want to risk waking her, so he had remained there next to her, one arm draped comfortably around her waist.

Kate opened her eyes and raised her head slightly to look up at Jack. He was watching her, and she gave him a shy smile. "You stayed with me all night?", she asked quietly.

"Of course," Jack answered, smiling back. "What kind of doctor would I be if I let my patients freeze?"

Kate smiled again and gave his shoulder an unconscious squeeze. But neither one of them made a move to get up.

"How do you feel?", Jack asked after a moment.

"Well, right now I feel… warm." Their eyes met, and Kate felt her heart begin to beat faster. The electricity between them was palpable and neither one spoke for several moments. Finally, with great effort, Jack looked away and sighed.

"I, uh… I better get some more wood for the fire."

Kate nodded, feeling a little dazed. She was conscious of Jack's arm sliding slowly from her waist, and of emptiness in front of her where his broad shoulders had been. And although she was still tucked under several blankets and one suit jacket, she felt a distinct chill the moment Jack left her side.

She listened to the echo of his footsteps as he left the cave.

Jack stepped out into the crisp morning air and inhaled deeply, hoping to clear his head. He ran a hand wearily over his face as he walked into the jungle. Keep your eye on the ball, Jack, he reminded himself. That was getting harder and harder to do with Kate as his patient. She was sick and scared and vulnerable, but all he'd been able to think about a moment ago was what it would be like to kiss her. But that would have been a selfish thing to do, Jack knew, not to mention a violation of the Hippocratic Oath. He would never take advantage of Kate's weakened state like that; he couldn't.

When Jack returned several minutes later with an armful of wood, Kate was sitting up. In his absence, she had splashed some water on her face and was now attempting to make her hair somewhat presentable.

Jack was just adding more wood to the fire when Charlie peered cautiously into the infirmary cave.

"Great, you're awake," he directed at Jack. "How are you feeling, Kate?"

"I'm doing okay, Charlie," Kate answered with a smile. "Thanks."

"What can I do for you, Charlie?", Jack asked.

"Well, Claire's kind of panicking right now… about the baby being late and all," Charlie began. "I guess she had a dream about it or something. And bloody hell, I can't seem to say the right thing. I was wondering if you could maybe talk to her? Just to calm her down a little?"

"Uh," Jack looked over at Kate, but she cut him off.

"Go, Jack. I'll be fine. Claire needs you right now."

Jack nodded in agreement. "I won't be gone long, though."

"Take your time, really," Kate encouraged. "I feel fine right now."

Jack began following Charlie out of the cave, but stopped and turned to Kate. "Don't go anywhere," he warned.

"I won't. I learned my lesson yesterday," Kate acknowledged, with a wry smile.

Jack smiled back, then followed Charlie out of the cave.