Title: Unexpected
Rating: PG-13 (I think. These ratings is confusing me. However, Idon't plan to curse a lot or write anything grapic, if that will be the case - I'll warn you.)
Summary: Kate finds out about Boone's real identity. (I know it's a short summary but read and you'll see) This fic takes place right after Jack and Kate has the argument about the toy plane and she tells him that it belonged to the man she killed. Future happenings in the following episodes might not happen here.
Warnings: None so far!
Status of Fic: WIP
Author's Notes/Disclaimer: I do not own the characters in this story, nor do I own any rights to the television show "Lost". They were created by JJ Abrams and Damon Lindelof and they belong to them, Touchstone, and ABC.
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CHAPTER 1
He counted his steps
1, 2, 3, 4...5
...and then turned left. There it was. The stone. He was close now, he could feel that. Unsure of where he was supposed to go next he stopped and looked around. He didn't turn back, though, something was driving him, Iforcing/I him to continue. Searching his surroundings he finally remembered that he should go through the place where the trees and leaves were growing thick together.
He felt like a cat moving around in the djungle, sneaking up on her.
This was her place
...Kate's secret hide away.
Well.. not that secret, he knew about it after all.
His gut feeling told him that she would be there after what had happened earlier today. God, how he hated Jack for torturing her like that. Hadn't he seen that she was haunted by her past? It was so obvious that she was vulnerable right now, that she didn't need Jack to question the truth in what she was saying. SO obvious that even Ihe/I that wasn't that close to her could see it.
If he stared hard he could see her sitting down on the grass, curled into a ball, rocking herself back and forth... like she always did when she was sad.
Boone had seen her do this a thousand times before but this time he could even hear her sob and that was new. Despite knowing better he walked up to her.
"Kate?" He looked down on her, noticing that her eyes were red from crying. Tears still flooded down her cheeks.
When she, after a couple of seconds (like she was trying to gain strenght), looked up on him, she had a distant look on her face. An expression that made his heart sink like a stone. He felt silly for letting seconds pass by without saying a word and pulled himself together.
"What's wrong?" He asked, already knowing the answer. It was the right thing to say, it wasn't like he could talk about the weather.
"Nothing" She said, her lips trembling.
Boone frowned his forhead.
"Do you think I'm stupid?"
It was a rethorical question.
"I have eyes, you know. I can see that you've been crying"
Kate got up, crossing her arms in front of her. She did not intend to make this easy for him. Somehow her body language reminded Boone of an animal that was protecting it's territory. Other men might had backed off, knowing that it was Ibetter/I to leave her alone but not him.
"Go away, Boone" She said savagely.
When he didn't move she gave him a look full of hatred.
"Just leave! What do you want from me?"
"I want to help you" He paused "Nothing more and nothingless."
"Why?" She asked wryly.
He hesitated.
"Because I can see that you are hurting and I thought you could need a friend"
She began to become less tense, to let her guard down. Piece by piece.
"I don't even know you" Kate's voice was so low that he had to concentrate to hear her.
"Sometimes..." He began "It's easier to tell a stranger"
"I can't" Her voice broke down.
Kate walked away from him. She couldn't let anyone in, she didn't confide to anyone. She ran, that was what she did.
Ran...
From Jack.
From Sawyer...
...and now from Boone.
She didn't want too but that was who she was, a part of her, the essence of her soul.
The diffrence now was that Boone didn't let her runaway from him, to her frustration.
"Stay!"
She didn't.
"Katherine. Please stay."
She turned around, facing him with confusion reflecting in her eyes.
"How?" She asked incrediously, her voice still letting her down.
"How I knew your full name?"
He smiled.
"I don't think that we have been fully introduced"
His face turned serious. Raising out his hand he said,
"Boone Carlyle"
"FBI"