A/N: All right time for chapter two! Thanks for putting up with this story and sorry about the shortness of the last chapter but I just wanted to post the story before I forgot. Hopefully this chapter is somewhat longer! Also a big thanks to Hersheygal for being my only reviewer! Okay onward with the story!

Disclaimer: If I really owned LOST would I be writing about it on fanfiction?

(Kate's point of view)

Yesterday was quite a day. I was just so sure that Claire was imagining things to try and fill the gap in her life. So when we finally found that big hole in the ground I was speechless to say the least. I even began to wonder why I went on this whacked out trip. You see I'm not really the kind of person who would go halfway across an island with a frantic mother and a nut job of a French woman. Yet there I was doing exactly that. After much thought I realized that I just wanted to get away from the tension. The tension that comes when I'm with Jack. Why can't I just pick a guy that actually likes me for once?

(No point of view)

Oblivious to the commotion on the beach, Jack and Locke shared a strained silence in the hatch. Unfortunately for Locke, Jack had walked in on his little "episode" yesterday and was stunned to say the least. Locke was seething with anger towards Jack and yet poor Jack was just confused.

"So," Jack began trying to break the silence, "Nice weather today." Locke only grunted in response and Jack fell silent again. As the minutes stretched on Jack was beginning to stopped trying to make conversation but instead let his own anger brew a little. As if on cue the alarm for the button began to go off.

"I'll get that," Locke said and disappeared into another room. When he returned Jack had had enough of Locke and finally cracked.

"I see the dog is responding to its master's call again!" Jack spat angrily at Locke. "Do you ever feel like one of Pavlov's dogs? Because I sure do every time I type in that code." This was all it took for Locke to set off Locke.

"So you're saying that you would endanger everyone on this island for your pride?" It was took everything Locke had not to yell himself hoarse. "That's rather low don't you think?" Now it was Jack's turn to get angry.

"I care about the people here more than you will ever know Locke! And who says that by pushing this button we are keeping the survivors safe? What if it helps Them?" Now the two were screaming at each other at the tops of their lungs and might've killed each other if someone hadn't walked in just then.

"Hello?" came Charlie's hesitant voice, "Anyone… oh sorry bad time?" Charlie was visibly embarrassed at walking in on the two's argument.

"No Charlie… I was just leaving," came Locke's reply and he walked right out. Jack just stood in place, trying to cool off enough so he could talk civilly to Charlie. Charlie for one was just relieved that Locke had been the one to leave because he hated being in the same room with him anymore. Sure being in the same room with anyone was hard anymore since that event with Aaron but it was a bit easier with Jack.

"Did you need something Charlie?" Jack finally said, having calmed down enough to speak again instead of shout.

"Uh… yeah you said that you wanted to check on my stitches three or four days after putting them in?" Suddenly being in the same room with someone as kind as Jack felt uncomfortable when he remembered why he got these stitches. Now all Charlie wanted to do was run far away into a dark corner where no one could find him. Jack saw this sudden fear cross Charlie's face and for the moment put his own anger aside and smiled kindly at Charlie.

"That's right… come here so I can get a better look at your forehead." Charlie did as he was told and Jack quickly checked the stitches. "Well it all looks good. Just remember to keep them as clean as possible and maybe next week we can take them out!" Charlie nodded and was about to leave when suddenly a question formed in his mind.

"What were you and Locke arguing about in here?" Jack stiffened slightly and answered somewhat quickly.

"It was nothing… rather silly… nothing for you to be concerned about…" Jack said and couldn't help but let his words become a bit chilly.

"Oh… all right then," Charlie responded and hurried for the exit. "I knew that I would over step a boundary asking that… Charlie you're such a screw up!" he thought to himself.

"Charlie wait!" Jack called and Charlie did as he was told reluctantly. He just wanted to leave and go back to where it was quiet. "I'm sorry Charlie… I didn't mean to sound angry with you. You should come down here more often… lots of people still like talking with you." Charlie nodded slowly and then made his way out of the hatch while deep in thought.

A/N: Okay maybe not that much longer than last time but at least I'm writing:D Anyway if you happen to be reading this and either like this story, hate it, or just like to critique things then go ahead and push the review button! Anything that is remotely helpful I will use to improve other writing so please, please try and help me out! Thank you!