I put just a tiny bit of Jate in this, for all my Jate fans, thankyou for reading:D

Chapter 16

Both Kate and Jack froze. For a moment neither knew what to do.

"Don't panic!" Jack said quickly.

Kate panicked.

Jack grabbed Kate by the arm and led her back to Sawyer's tent. "Don't Panic Kate," he repeated. "It's alright; your water's just broken. The baby's not going to come for hours yet, ok?"

Kate nodded her head, unable to speak.

Forcing her to sit down, Jack looked wildly around for help.

He quickly spotted someone.

"Locke!" he shouted, motioning franticly for him to come over to where he was.

"What is it?" Asked Locke, but one look at Kate and he seemed to know exactly what was going on. "Sawyer, right. I'll go get him." He jogged of without another word.

Kate suddenly realised she was breathing heavily. Jack seemed to notice it too. "Hey, Kate, it's alright. You're gonna be fine, trust me." He held her hand and smiled at her warmly. "I promise ok? Just relax."

Kate managed to return the smile and nod, for some reason, she found herself holding tightly onto Jack's hand. Loud shouts broke the silence and startled Kate looked up.

"Kate! Kate!" Sawyer rushed to her side. "She ok Doc?" he asked nervously, then without giving Jack any time to speak he turned back to Kate. "You ok Freckles?" If it was at all possible, Sawyer was more frightened than Kate.

"She's fine!" Jack said loudly. "Her water just broke; it could be hours before the baby comes." But none of this seemed to be getting through to Sawyer.

"You hurt sweet cheeks?" he asked, frowning with concern. Kate grabbed Sawyer's hand and it squeezed it hard, shaking her head franticly. It wasn't really a lie, Kate couldn't feel anything much-yet.

"Shouldn't we move her someplace else?" Sawyer asked suddenly, "I mean, she can't have the kid here!"

Jack nodded. "I was just about to suggest it. We should take her to the hatch."

Sawyer suddenly turned to Kate in horror. "What are you doing?" he asked in disbelief.

Kate, who was now standing with difficulty, gave him a confused look. "I thought we were going to the hatch?" she asked in a strangely meek voice that sounded nothing like her own.

Both Jack and Sawyer were staring at her open mouthed. "You're not walking!" Sawyer exclaimed, "I'm carrying you!" he said it as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Kate realised how stupid she had been thinking she would wake there herself. And so she let Sawyer pick her up and carry her without complaint.


"You ok Freckle's? You're not in pain? Are you uncomfortable? Can I get you anything?"

Kate squeezed Sawyer's hand hard. "You can stop worrying!" she said in a strained voice. "I'm going to be ok!"

Sawyer gave her a sheepish grin. "I'll get you a pillow." He said quietly, and within seconds had returned with another one.

Kate tried to give a small smile, but at that moment a contraction hit, stronger than the last one, and she grabbed Sawyer's hand, giving a small sort of gasp.

Sawyer panicked.

"Jack! Doc! Get in here!"

Jack suddenly appeared, tablets in one hand, blanket in the other. "What is it?" he asked, concerned.

"There getting stronger." Kate said in a quiet voice, not letting go of Sawyer's hand.

Jack however seemed unconcerned. "Just as I expected. First births are always the hardest, if you're lucky, this one should last maybe as little as eight hours."

"Eight hours?" Sawyer muttered under his breath sarcastically. "Oh yeah Doc, that's real short."

"She was in labour for a day or longer with Lilly." Jack pointed out, a little annoyed.

A fight was just about to start out when another contraction hit and Kate clutched Sawyer's hand harder.

"Can't you do anything for the pain Doc?" Sawyer almost pleaded.

Jack sighed. "I don't think these will be much help…" he held up the antibiotics and pain killers that he had salvaged long ago. "There pretty old too, I doubt they will have any effect."

"Just give them to me." Kate said through gritted teeth. She swallowed them gladly when Jack handed them to her. Eight hours might be short for childbirth, but it seemed like forever to her.


Sawyer clenched his teeth and tried not to make a sound as Kate continued to crush his fingers with her hand. He could see how much pain Kate was in, how hard this was for her, and he hated it.

"Kate, I need you to push again, ok?" Jack was saying, couching her along. "It's almost over Kate, just a few more pushes. On the count of three, ok? One. Two. Three!"

Kate screamed as she struggled to push the baby out. Sawyer felt her hand tighten and heard a distinct crack as one of his fingers almost broke. Kate looked over at him in surprise at the sound and let go when she realised how tight her grip was, throwing an apologetic look his way.

"It's alright Freckle's," Sawyer whispered through clenched teeth, waving his very sore and red fingers in the air, as if this would somehow make the throbbing disappear.

"Sawyer, come here." Jack suddenly said.

"What?" Sawyer looked at him in disbelief. "You want me to come and look?"

Jack threw him a dirty look, "don't you want to deliver it?" he asked. Sawyer simply stared at him open-mouthed. It had never occurred to him that he could actually deliver a baby.

"What If I screw up?" he asked, a little frightened at the prospect.

"You won't. I'll talk you through it." Jack promised. Somehow Sawyer found himself walking over there.

"Ok Kate, one more big push. Just one more!" Jack urged. "I can see its head, just one more. On the count of three! One. Two. Three!" Kate pushed as hard as she could, screaming with the effort, and with outstretched arms, Sawyer delivered his child.

Loud crying filled the hatch immediately. Kate leaned forward, trying hard to see her child. "We got a son, Freckle's." Sawyer whispered quietly, almost to himself. "I have a son! We have a son!" he carried him to Kate's side and handed him to her.

"Hey Baby," Kate whispered quietly, holding him close to her. She was exhausted, but there was a strange peace and calmness about the scene that was playing before Sawyer.

Kate seemed entranced by their son, she was carefully taking in every bit of him, counting his fingers and toes, and just taking in everything about him. "He's beautiful." She whispered.


"Son-of-a!" Sawyer cursed angrily as he dropped the soap and had to bend down to retrieve it.

"Congratulations," a voice suddenly broke the silence. Sawyer jumped, then saw who it was.

"Ah, thanks Hot Lips," he said dryly, before nodding at her own swollen belly. "Guess I'll be saying the same thing to you pretty soon." Ana Lucia rolled her eyes.

"Guess so."

Sawyer didn't answer, but concentrated hard on washing all the junk off his arms and hands. "What's that stuff on you?" Ana asked a sudden look of disgust on her face.

Sawyer grimaced. "God knows what! Jack insisted on me delivering the god damn kid," he scrubbed furiously, making sure it all gone. "Guess Jack just forgot to mention it as part of the job, why don't you ask him?" he grabbed a towel and began to dry his hands.

"Have you named it yet?" Ana asked. Sawyer gave her a small smile, "not yet Hot lips, hell, we didn't even think of names this time around, why, you got something picked out for us?" Ana laughed.

"How about Jack?" she teased, Sawyer glared at her.

"I gotta say Hot lips, you got the worst taste in names I ever heard of, hell, I'd rather name the kid Hurley."

Jack suddenly appeared, coming from the shower. "I heard my name." he commented, coming to stand beside Ana, his arms protectively wrapping around her.

"We were just talking about names," Ana said with a smile. Jack looked at Ana, then at Sawyer, confused.

"And how do I come into this?" he questioned.

"You don't!" Sawyer said annoyed. "No offence Doc, but just cos you delivered the kid, I ain't gonna brand him with your good name."

Jack laughed the insult off. "Thought of anything yet?" he asked, clearly interested.

"No," said Sawyer simply. "Guess I'll think about it now, I'm gonna give sweet cheeks a break."

Kate looked asleep when Sawyer walked into the room. She had their son cradled tightly in her arms, and she was almost sitting, leaning against the wall behind the bunk bed. She looked so peaceful like that. Sawyer actually stood still and watched.

"You know I can see you," Kate said quietly, there was only the faintest hint of her mouth moving, as if it took too much effort to use it.

"Just admiring the view sweet pea." Sawyer said quietly, "and by the looks of it, you're exhausted."

Kate leaned against his shoulder heavily. "Where'd you go?" she asked sleepily.

Sawyer smiled, "to wash myself off." Even though he couldn't see Kate's face, he knew she was smiling. "Very funny Freckle's, now there's a story we're gonna have to tell him."

Kate laughed softly. "We don't even have a name for him yet," she pointed out.

"Well, you can think about that while you have a rest." Sawyer carefully took his son into his arms.

Kate gave Sawyer a grateful smile. "You better show Lilly her new brother," she said quietly, "I bet Sun's had to tie her up to stop her from coming here." Sawyer laughed softly so not to wake the baby.

"I wouldn't put it past her," he agreed.

"There completely different," Kate said suddenly. Sawyer stared at her confused.

"Well yeah Freckle's, considering Lilly's a girl, and this little fella here's a guy."

Kate rolled her eyes. "No, Sawyer, I mean, He's got my eyes but you're blonde hair. I think he's gonna be a lot quieter than Lilly too." She added thoughtfully.

Sawyer leaned over and kissed Kate on the cheek. "I hope so Freckle's, cos I dunno how we'd deal with another hyperactive kid. I just hope Lilly hasn't climbed anymore trees while we were gone."


Sawyer left the hatch eager to get some fresh air again. Even though it was hot, he'd taken pains to wrap his new son up in a little blue blanket, just in case he got cold.

He couldn't wait to see Lilly's face when she got to see her new baby brother. She'd been asking ever since they'd told her Kate was pregnant, asking at least once a day.

But as he got closer to camp he realised something was wrong. The place which usually had a few people hanging around it was completely deserted. The suitcases and tarps that had been put up were gone, as if they hastily been taken down and dragged away.

Sawyer looked around cautiously, expecting the worse. Then a familiar face emerged from the trees.

A tall African American boy of 15 smiled at him, he seemed excited, and breathless as if he'd been running. "Hey Sawyer."

"Hi Walt," Sawyer drawled. Walt had been with them for quite some while now. Sawyer and the usual gang had managed to rescue him from the others roughly a month after they'd gotten Lilly back.

"Did Kate…?" Walt took a step closer and peered at the sleeping baby in Sawyer's arms. "What is it?" he asked.

"Boy." Said sawyer simply, he was too distracted. "What's going on?" he asked, "where the hell is everybody?"

Walt couldn't stop smiling. "Has no one told you?" he exclaimed. "We're being rescued! A ship came, they saw our smoke. There organising everybody all ready," he paused. "You should go get your stuff, we're leaving soon, once they've crossed everyone's name off the list."

Sawyer felt weak at the knees, he couldn't believe it. After all these years, the thought had never occurred to him that they could be rescued. After the first year, that possibly had been wiped from his mind.

Now he stood there, heart racing, a lump in his throat. Rescue might be salvation for everyone else.

But not for Kate.


Ok, I know, I'm evil. It's going to get sad...but there will be a happy ending!