Chapter 3
She could hear the waves crashing against the shore, she could feel the sun caressing her skin – slowly, safety bronzing it. Silently, to herself, she admitted that this island was a place she wouldn't mind spend the rest of her life on. All the other survivors where eager to get away from there, they wanted to go back to their lifess, jobs, and perhaps dear ones. But not her. She had nothing to go back to, no one…
It was funny how her life was different here but no matter what, she would always be Kate, the woman who ran, the one who never trusted anybody and never let her guard down. She had done it though…let it down and where had it gotten her? Jack had turned on her, not trusting her anymore and Boone…
Boone was a living proof that she didn't know anyone on this island.
Ha! She had in a way considered him as a friend, or at least an acquaintance but now, after a month, she find out that he is FBI.
"I don't want you to think of me as the enemy."
Now, that wasn't that easy – was it? She had said to him that she wouldn't do that but still, every time she thought about him being FBI – her heart began to pound of fear. Biting herself in the lip, she continued to think about it.
FBI…
…The agency that was after her had an agent on the island. Not only that, but she was attracted to him.
She, a fugitive, was attracted to him, an agent. It was like a bad love story. A love story that would end in disaster.
It wasn't the fact that he was FBI that had made her feel this way. In fact, she had been drawn to him even from the first day or so. She could still remember that night when he had given her the gun with that look in his eyes, a look that could have melted any girl's heart. Now she knew how much that must have hurt him – to be overpowered by Charlie and Sawyer like that – it must have hit both his man ego and his agent pride hard.
Despite how hard she tried, she couldn't ignore that Boone was everything she wanted in a man: caring, strong, handsome and (now) dangerous. Why did she always want the ones she knew would hurt her? She should know better after Tom… the man she had loved all her life, the man who had married someone else. The man she had killed…
After Tom there had been no one else, at least no one she had feeling for. The other men had only been used to get what she wanted.
She had made up her mind! No matter how many feelings she had for Boone she wouldn't let them out, no, she would keep them in a box, carefully locked in. Just like Jack had done with the guns.
Kate tried to think about something else but her mind constantly wandered of to Boone. She blamed the island for not giving her something to do. It had been a quiet day, for the first time in a while and she hated it! First of all, she didn't know what do with herself and secondly, because she always did like this, allowing her thoughts to torture her.
A part of her wanted to go to him, to ask all those questions that she was dying to know the answer to, but she didn't.
Why would it matter anyway? They were on an island; his FBI status didn't mean that much here. He couldn't really do anything until they where rescued – which she was praying for that it never would happen.
One thing she needed to know though was why he didn't out her. Why hadn't he told everyone about her criminal past? Thousands of questions where riding a roller coaster in her brain and they had one single thing in common – Boone…
I don't regret it, he thought, putting another orange in his bag.
Kate deserved to know the truth about me. He put his hips tighter around the tree. It wasn't as easy as he had thought it would be to get some fruit. Nothing was easy anymore, not after they had crashed. He wasn't easily scared but he hadn't even in his wildest imagination thought that he would see polar bears on a tropical Island or pictured himself being stranded. These things scared the heck out of him.
His life was being thrown upside down. He wasn't in control of the situation like he was used to be. He was totally powerless and he hated it! Not only that: he had a fugitive on his hands, one that he sympathized with.
Rule number one in the FBI handbook: Don't feel anything for the criminal.
He should be used to that by now, after four years on the job. He had been recruited at the age of 18, more or less because his father had been an agent, and since then he had done everything in his power to help his country.
What good did he do now, stranded here on this Island?
No good at all, He thought.
No, he needed to do what he had been assigned to do and that was not to stand her and dwell or to focus on Kate, She's not the one he was after…