Title: Gnat

author: jmaria

tth100 prompt: Kit

Crossover fandom: Lost

Characters: Kit, Hurley, Jack, Sawyer

Prompt: 077. Annoy

Word Count: 589

Rating: FR-15

Disclaimer: Joss owns Kit, J.J. Abrams owns Jack, Sawyer & Hurley

Summary: She gets under your skin

Mini-Series Set: Southern Comfort - 3

Gnat

With all the craziness going on the island, Kit was surprised to see one of the big shots standing in front of her. Hurley was standing a bit in the back of the group, which was just weird, because he was normally walking with her or sitting by her whenever he came over to talk. Which meant something big was going on.

"Doc, what can I do for you?" Kit asked, squinting up at him and trying to sharpen a piece of bamboo into a cross/stake.

"We're trying to get more people up to the caves, it's a lot safer there and -"

"I'm staying on the beach," Kit said stubbornly, bowing her head to focus on her work once more.

Jack glanced back at Hurley, who only mouthed the word 'dude'. Jack stared down at this girl that Hurley was so sure was going to get into trouble down on the beach. To be honest, he hadn't noticed her, but he hadn't had the time to notice every single person. She was young, maybe in her early twenties. She had dark hair and eyes, and wore faded jeans and a ripped tank top like nearly everyone else that had survived the crash.

"Besides, it's safer on the beach. Didn't the pregnant girl get snatched up at the caves?" Kit asked.

"Dude, it's just as dangerous down here as it is up there. Cept there's water -" Hurley broke in, glaring at Jack.

"Which you guys bring down to the beach, Hurley. And I'm a girl, not a guy," Kit said grinning.

"It'd be safer. If you got hurt, Jack could fix you up. He fixed Charlie," Hurley argued.

"Hurley," Jack said warningly.

"No! You're gonna get hurt, and I don't want that, Kit. It's not safe here, there could be more polar bears," Hurley cried.

"Hurley, I'm a big girl, I can take care of myself. Thank you for the invite, but I'm staying here," Kit turned back to her work.

Jack sighed, but turned away, motioning for Hurley to do the same. Before he completely turned away, he saw the girl's eyes flicker to her left. Following her gaze, Jack found him looking at Sawyer, who was stalking over to Kit.

"Dude," Hurley said quietly.

"I see, just keep walking, Hurley."

Sawyer was pissed. That stupid nickname was dogging his every step, he'd heard Sticks giggling about it and that Steve guy say it to a couple of other people. Freckles was usin' it to taunt him. There she was sittin' pretty in the sand, whittling. Sawyer glared at her.

"You're in my sun," Kit said blandly.

"Don't really care if I'm in your sun or not, Kitty."

"S.C., to what do I owe this pleasant visit?"

"That stupid name's been on everybody's lips for the last two days. I want you to end it."

"End what? I didn't start anything," Kit said innocently. "Kate circulated the nickname. I only thought it up."

"Yeah, well I got the whole damn island laughing at me, and I don't much appreciate it," Sawyer snapped.

"Gee, sorry about that."

"You little," Sawyer gritted his teeth.

"Yes, I can be annoying that way, tootles," Kit smirked, making her way over to some of the others.

Jack merely grinned at the girl who made her way across the sand. Sawyer glared at the girl's back, before huffing off towards his shelter. Jack turned to Hurley, who's mouth hung open a bit. Jack laughed.

"I think she can handle herself all right, Hurley."