A/N: Wow, I'm totally amazed… I seriously didn't think this story was going to get any attention… Funny how life tends to prove human nature wrong.
Disclaimer: Short and simple, folks: Anything you recognize is not mine.
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"Jesus, whose kid are you watching? Aaron?" Jack's voice once again filled her ear, thoroughly frustrated and angered.
"No, Jack, I'm watching my own kid, thanks for asking."
This time, it was his phone that was dropped.
Auf Achse
Part Three
The daytime peeking in-between the curtains of Jack's room, spots of sunlight rushing over his bed like cars on a highway, Jack laid back on his bed, massaging his head as Kate explained what had happened.
"Whose is it?" Jack asked into the phone, only to be met with silence from the other end. "Kate, I need to know. Whose is it?"
A voice barely above a whisper spoke quickly; and quietly. It was so hushed that anyone else could have heard a pin drop, but the name rang out in Jack's ears like a bell.
Sawyer's.
"How old is it?" He wanted to know. He might as well have guessed it was on the Island. Jack knew Kate had been going through some rough time back then, and he wasn't exactly Mr. Helpful then. Oh, who was he kidding, he wasn't helpful now either.
He had to radiate a half-smile as Kate told him off for calling her daughter an 'It'. It was a human being, not some inanimate object that could be kicked around, so she said. But when things came down to Sawyer, every individual point was referred to as "his", "him", or "it." They held no significant influence in Jack's life.
Oh, how wrong he was.
He could hear Claire come into the kitchen, clutching a crying child in her arms, and Jack could just imagine her staring monotonously into Kate's eyes. "Kate, you know better then to leave Emma crying. It's not good for her." He heard over the line.
Kate must have quickly put a finger to her lips, because she went back to the conversation deftly.
Emma.
He now knew the name, and a pain shot through his heart. He couldn't believe it. Kate actually had a daughter, Claire had just confirmed it.
"You haven't answered my question yet, Kate." He tried again. He needed to know.
"My minutes on my cell phone are running out." 'Just another excuse. Seems she was full of them lately,' he carelessly thought.
"I don't care what's running out." Jack was agitated now, and just wanted the conversation to end. "The apocalypse could come, and you'd be no closer to telling me the truth, am I correct?"
All he got was an icy click, and the tone of a far away cell phone.
A/N: I know, I know. It was a filler chapter, and those are usually short.Sorry guys… It's setting up for thesomething bignext chapter, only it won't be over the phone. Heh, hint.