Last Chapter! Sorry it'ssuch ashort story, but if it wasn't for this seven day weekend I wouldn't have written it at all, as it is I'm so busy with homework and school,I only had a one chapter thing in mind, but as usual, I had to write more :-D
There is a lot of change in Sawyer/James in this chapter. I wanted him to get over the whole Inferiority complex so...yeah. Thanks to everyone who reads this and a big thanks to all those who leave reviews!
Chapter Seven
Jack slowly made his way towards the beach, were Sawyer "James" was sitting, watching the sun as it set. "James?" he said quietly. The word felt strange to him, like he was calling Sawyer by the wrong name.
"yeah doc?"
Jack sat beside him. "What you said, at the funeral today, it was…it was beautiful." James didn't reply, But Jack knew he was thankful for what he had just said.
"I could never have said something like that." Jack admitted quietly, trying to get James to say something,"not the way you did." "It was just the truth," James said without a hint of emotion. Jack nodded. "yeah, yeah I know."
For a while they sat on the beach together, quietly watching the sun sink lower and lower in the sky. It was a very strange thing for the both of them to do, but each sensed change in the other-maybe, for now at least, they needed to work together. "You said she saw a bit of you in her?" Jack finely managed to ask the question that was bugging him since James had said it hours ago.
James nodded, looking Jack in the eye, he quietly told him the truth. "We both killed a man, Jack." There was silence, silence as Jack tried to imagine why Kate would tell James such a thing and not him. Silence as he tried to imagine who she killed and why, butneitherof these things he would ever reallyknow.
Suddenly James began to rummage through his backpack. He pulled out something small and silver-Kate's aeroplane. Before Jack had a chance to get mad, James cut him off. "I was gonna burry it with her, doc, but hell, I forgot. You don't think you can come with me now, do ya?"
Kate had already been buried, but Jack followed James never the less, wondering what he was going to do with the beloved toy-the toy that had meant so much to her, for reasons he had spent hours thinking about, but would never know. The toy he knew Kate had carried with her at all times.
Mr. Eko had made a cross for Kate. It was beautifully craved from wood, with her name in scripted on it.James knelt before it, tying the toy aeroplane onto it so that it wouldn't fall off, before he stood back to look at it in silence with Jack.
"You know," said Jack quietly, "that it belonged to the man Kate killed?" James slowly turned to look at Jack. "Maybe," he said quietly, "but not the one she told me about." Jack looked at him in shock, trying to digest what James had just told him. "But Saw-James, you don't think she was a murderer?" He finely managed to voice his concern, Jack could never imagine Kate as a cold blooded murder, in fact, he found it hard enough to imagine her killing one person on purpose, let alone two or more.
"You know what I think Jack?" James said quietly. "I think that might have been someone else, something she didn't mean, and accident, you know?" he paused, "you don't care things around like that when you killed the person on purpose, don't carry them around for years without letting go if it didn't mean something." He seemed to know an awful lot about the subject.
Jack didn't say anything. They stood there for a few moments, each going over memories in there minds, trying to piece together clues-clues that would never lead toa defiant conclusion.
"Do you ever think we'll know what she did?" Jack asked softly. James shook his head. "No. Freckles she was," he paused, trying to find the right words.
"She was born to run."
Well there it is, hope you liked it and thanks for reading. :-D
