Thistakes place after the long con. Kate dies and everyone must deal with it. I'm not sure if It's any good or not, but you know...
Everything had happened so fast.
First Claire and Aaron had been taken, and then the usual group had gone racing after them.
Difference pushed aside for the moment, they all worked together-it was the only chance they had of getting them back. But even when Claire and Aaron had been saved, it was too late.
Too late for Kate.
The gunshot rang out a second before Sawyer managed to shot the offender. But it was too late…too late……
Kate had staggered a look of shock clearly written in those green eyes. Her mouth opened slightly, head turning to see the blood spilling from her stomach. It all seemed in slow motion, then there was that look, the way hers and Sawyers eyes had connected before she fell.
The whole time there seemed to have been no sound, just Kate, Kate's breaths, her gasp of surprise, the look in those eyes.
Then reality had suddenly hit. The sound of pouring rain returned, the frightened yells, the screams, Sawyer franticly running towards her-Jack still standing, unable to believe what had happened in front of him. Locke and Sayid looking at each other, each wondering what they should do-Ana Lucia standing behind Jack, eyes blazing with hatred for the others-Charlie, Claire and Aaron sobbing in the rain.
But Sawyer only had ears and eyes for Kate.
"Freckles, Freck-Kate!" he pulled her into her arms. "sawyer." Her voice was so weak, so full of pain. He would never forget the sound or it, or the way the light was quickly fading from her eyes.
"Jack!" his head quickly snapped around, "Jack, Jack help!"
"Sawyer,"
He snapped his head back to Kate, who was staring up at his dripping face. "Sawyer," she repeated even more weakly.
"your gonna be alright sweet cheeks, right Jack? Isn't that right? Yer gonna fix her up?" Jack was desperately trying to stop the blood from flowing, but she had lost so much already. "She's losing too much blood." Jack sounded like he was going to vomit-his voice was high with panic and the raindrops on his face were mixed with tears. "You can fix her doc, god damn you can fix anyone!" Sawyer was shouting, he was desperate.
"Sawyer," Kate was still struggling to speak, but her face was determined, those eyes locking in a fierce gaze with Sawyers own. "its alright freckles," Sawyer soothed, "we're gonna fix yer up, your gonna be fine…" his voice trailed off, what the hell was he supposed to say? A part of him already knew what would surely happen.
"Sawyer," Kate repeated, even weaker this time. "Sawyer, Sawyer…I'm….I…..I'm sorry." It was all so quiet, that the whispers seemed to echo through space and time.
Then she died.
"No!" Jack shouts echoed throughout, "no! no! Kate no! breath, c'mon…breath damnit!" He tried, even though his efforts we're in vain. He tried till couldn't and had to look away, crying and sobbing.
But Sawyer just sat there, still holding onto Kate, and he sat there for a long time, before slowly rising.
He began to walk away.
"Sawyer, wait! Sawyer!" Sayid tried to pull him back. "Get the hell off me!" Sawyer flung him back with frightening force. Anger was written all of his face, only his eyes showed the great sadness and aching that was inside of him, tears were the only evidence what he had just lost.
"Where are you going!" Sayid cried after him-the only answer he got was "to get even!"
