Poison
Author's note: I don't really have all the show's details memorized, so if something seems wrong to you – it probably is ;) takes place after 'Everybody Hate Hugo'. In addition, this is my first 'Lost' fanfic, so be nice :)
Kate's P.O.V:
What I wouldn't give right now for a newspaper.
Although, seeing as my name would probably appear there – better not.
What I wouldn't give to watch an episode of 'Friends'. To go out with my girlfriends and just have a beer and laugh for hours.
I know I couldn't have done those things for a long time now, since I escaped, but being here in this deserted island makes you feel the void even more.
God. I'd even be ok with just golfing. And I don't know or like golf. But it's been pouring real hard a few hours ago, so not a chance for me to hit the course.
Hmm. I wonder what today is.
"Hey, Charlie?" I ask him as he passes by me holding Aaron, "what day is it today?"
"Day sodding 48." He answers bitterly and then quickly covers Aaron's ears. I give him a questioning look, "I just cursed in front of the baby, bullocks." He mutters and then looks horrified, "I've done it again!"
"OK," I say laughing, "but you wouldn't happen to know what day is it in the real world, would you?"
"Oh, date? No, mate, I get way lost. You should ask Jack." He answers and walks up to Claire.
Jack, of course Jack. Jack would know. He's the reliable sensible one. When the hell I started feeling attracted to those types I've no idea.
OK, so I know I'm only looking for a reason to talk to him. I couldn't care less what date it is today, just like I didn't care what date it was yesterday, or the day before.
Oh, but there he is. Walking towards me with his backpack filled with water bottles. He's such a kind man.
"What?" he asks chuckling as he approaches.
"What?" I ask confused.
"You had this grin on your face..." he says smiling.
"I did?" I ask embarrassed. He looks at me strange, "I did. Uh, no…" I say quickly and look up at the sky, "I just see it started raining again. And I love rain."
"Oh." He says nodding and then smiles at me, "I love it too."
"Hey, what date is it?" I ask him.
"May 20th." He answers almost immediately.
"Oh." It's my turn to say.
"Something wrong?" he asks, his eyebrows clinch closer to his eyes in a concerned look.
Aww, that look. There's a song that goes 'one look could kill'. Hell yeah.
"Just… someone's birthday." I answer quietly.
"Boyfriend?" he asks trying to look nonchalant.
"Ex-husband." I answer knowing this would rattle him.
"Oh." He says again.
