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CHAPTER THREE: GLEAMING AUCTION

Jack and Kate had hatch duty together. Kate got there first and was busying herself with sorting the records. When Jack got there, however, she was stuck close to where he was. Eventually, she was finished sorting them all. She moved to the bookshelves to look once more at the books when the loud ringing of the alarm went off. It stopped a moment later and Jack appeared a few feet away from where Kate stood.

"I'm getting tired of nearly having heart attacks with that thing. I'm gonna need a doctor if we keep this up." He said, trying to be friendly. She didn't turn to look at him, just shook her head, as if his words were useless and had gone unappreciated. He tried again. "There are some great records in there. I heard you playing one a couple weeks ago… You've got good taste."

"Leave me alone, Jack. Just for a little while." She said, and he could hear anger in her voice. Like he was the problem.

"You're the one with the attitude, so don't try to make me out to be the root of the evilin this damn thing." He said, his words harsh but truthful. She moved around him, going to lie down on the bottom bunk. He followed her.

"I'm tired." She told him. He wanted to scream at her, but he didn't.

"Alright. Lie back and suffer. After all, we've both earned it." He said calmly. He turned and walked away. He sat down at the computer, knowing that this was going to be a long shift. He'd lost so much since he crashed here. He wouldn't be able to gain most of it back, because the chances of rescue were slim to none. She'd been right in the past, many times, but that didn't mean she was right now. To make up with her would just prove that he was letting her control him. He wasn't going to let that happen.

Later, she woke up and went into the kitchen, washing some glasses and plates that some of the others had found and used. He moved into the kitchen behind her, hoping to either get a rise out of her or have her beg for forgiveness.

"It's not as simple as how much you think you care." He told her. She turned and glared at him. She wasn't taking the hint. "Things weren't supposed to end up this way."

She had her eyes closed, ignoring him. He continued to make jabs at her until she turned and hurled a glass across the room, missing his head by less than an inch and smashing against the cabinet behind him. The glass stung his back and his legs, and it was all around him.

"Sorry." She mumbled, moving out of the kitchen. He cleaned up slowly. Even though he had cuts covering him from the glass and he felt covered in blood and fear and spite, his feelings had stayed the same. He still loved her.