A/N: Heh… I know. It's late. Pleasedon'tkillme.
Might as well finish this up while I still have time. Thanks for the reviews, guys. I really appreciated them all. You have no idea how much they mean to a writer, unless you are one. I'm on Spring Break right now, so I'm going to get a lot of writing done. Most of it will be in Gilmore Girls, because I haven't written anything for them in a while, but if I'm in the mood, I might pop back in here for some more Jate. Because, who in the world can resist the perfectness of Jate? I mean… I know I sure can't.
Anyway, it's been a pleasure writing for you all.
It's been weird, not writing those huge A/N's like normal. I mean… There's not much to say about Lost… In a weird way. I mean, you can't write anything random about it because it's such a serious show. Well, in my opinion, it is. Very good show, though.
Red pop, anyone? (There, that's random.)

Oh yeah, you get to dance with Jack, if you review. Queue line starts back there

Disclaimer: Anything you recognize, I don't own.

Previous Chapter:

"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.

Auf Achse
Part Four

Kate swiftly threw the phone back in her purse, and started rifling around for one of her cigarettes. She knew she shouldn't smoke around the baby, but this called for it. When she found the compartment, Kate found everything but the package, and let out a growl.

"Claire! Where are they!" She swung around, and turned to face the short, five-month pregnant woman. Kate knew she was treading dangerous water already, since Claire was most prominently against smoking. It took months to get Charlie off the drugs, and then off the cigarettes that got him off the drugs. Once he had let go of the horrible habit, the house had been void of all hazardous materials to the children. And that's when Kate started up.

But all Claire gave her was an innocent smile, and an "I guess you must have run out."

Kate let out an angry roar, grabbed Emma and her keys, and walked to the front down of the townhouse. "I'll be back later." Was all she said as she left.

Making her way down the steps, she saw a familiar car pull up, and a sandy blonde head poke out from between the doors.

"Well hey there, Freckles. Didn't expect you to give me such a warm welcome, but I guess I can grow on it." The mischievous grin glowed underneath his tan, and it just added to the southern accent. "I see you got the good doc's kid there. Where you gals goin'?"

All he got in return was an icy glare that reached Kate's eyes before she got in her beat-up old Mustang and drove off down the street. Emma pointed at the man heading inside, and said "Dada!"

"No, Em, Sawyer isn't your dada." It was the first time Kate has ever spoken of it. She knew Emma was too young to understand what she was saying, but she plowed on anyway. The plan was to say that Emma was Sawyer's kid, so Jack would never bother Kate. It'd be too painful for the both of them, and Kate knew he'd want custody of Emma, and she couldn't handle that. Sawyer knew she wasn't his kid, but he still liked to mess around, and go along with it, just so he could be closer to Kate. Eventually, she'd give in.

Eventually.

Before she knew it, Kate was at the gas station. She pulled up to the parking space, and stared out the door. She knew she shouldn't be here. Not here as in 'at the gas station', but here as in 'England'. Jack should have a right to know of Emma.

The sight of planes taking off nearby made Kate's stomach plummet as she drove to the parking lot. No one knew she was here. One minute she had been filling up her tank, the next she was getting off at the exit for the international airport.

Her cell phone rang, and she checked the caller ID while pulling Emma out of her car seat.

'Claire.' It read while the monotone ring of 'Cha Cha Slide' still went off.

"Hi, Claire." She quietly said into the mouthpiece.

"Kate! Where the bloody hell have you been! It's been an hour! You said you were just going to go get smokes! Not spend the bloody day driving around because we had a flimsy fight!" Claire's voice screamed. But Kate could still tell the concern from the anger, and she knew that in the end, this was her way of dealing with things.

"I'm at the airport." Kate swiftly cut in, knowing this would slice Claire's image of a perfect day in half.

"What! Why!" The pregnant woman asked again.

"You know who I was talking to, before I asked you where my cigarettes were?" Kate was close to breaking half herself, and she slammed the door shut, making her way to the entrance with Emma in tow.

"Who?"

"Jack." Kate only had to speak the one word. Jack's name had become a danger to speak in the household of the Paces. She didn't know why, but as time grew over the wounds, it was rarely spoken, and now, almost never.

"Oh." That was all Claire had to say, before it clicked. "He knows, then?" A sigh came over the phone.

"Not completely. He knows I have a kid. And he thinks its Sawyer's, like we planned." Kate sighed along.

"Then I don't see the problem. I thought that's what we wanted." Claire's soothing voice was somewhat of a comfort to her.

"He needs to know." Kate stopped, right before she got all teary-eyed. The last thing she wanted was to break down like some mad woman right in the middle of an airport. "He needs to know Emma is his."

A while later, a plane made it's descent down to New York City's airport. On it, was Kate and Emma. The child was sleeping in her arms as Kate hailed a taxi. She had looked up the Shepard residence in a phone booth nearby.

Only a couple more blocks away from her life.

From her destiny.

Kate made a face at the thought. 'Destiny? There is none.'

She got out in front of the apartment, the rain pouring down still. Taking cover under the giant covered walkway, she nodded at the doorman, who let her in.

Kate gaped in awe at the lobby of the place. Everything was white, and marble. This whole set-up cost more then she had ever made in her life combined. Drenched, and looking for the elevator, she soon came across it at the very back.

The tinkling elevator music woke up Emma, who started crying.

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Jack was sitting in his, bed contemplating the day. More then he ever cared to think about, he knew had probably ruined his only chance to ever get back with Kate.

Suddenly, a knock came at the door. Jack looked at his clock. 4am. 'Who on earth would be calling on me this hour?'

And then it clicked.

'You're the last of your kind, Mona Lisa
With a wink of your eye,
Ya make it all right
Oh there's more left to life, Mona Lisa
Let me take you along for the ride'
-Grant-Lee Phillips' 'Mona Lisa'-

A/N: Again, thanks!