Disclaimer: I do not own Lost, or it's characters, settings, etc.
Summary: A tiny little companion piece for"Not What She Seems" (one of my other fics). Kate's point of view of Jack carrying her to bed.
A/N: Really doesn't matter if you haven't read Not What She Seems, but if you want to read Jack's side of this, go ahead:-)
Dedication: To kate 108 for giving me the idea to write something like this. :-)
While She Wasn't Sleeping
Play dead, Kate; don't move a muscle, she ordered herself. Just let him think you're still asleep.
Kate had accidentally fallen asleep by the fire after Claire had left. She'd been watching the hypnotising flames curling and jumping against the darkness of the night sky, far, far, far away from any city or town. It had brought to mind a time, years ago, when she had been on the run and driving through a desert on a night as completely dark as this one…
The next thing she knew, Jack had been gently shaking her shoulder. She'd known it was Jack because she had vaguely registered his voice calling her name moments before.
Jack. As in Jack, the guy she'd yelled at, cried on, kissed and ran away from. That Jack. The same Jack that had been giving her the cold shoulder ever since.
She'd known the second she kissed him she'd made a mistake – another mistake on a long list of mistakes, she thought bitterly – so she did the only she could do, what she always did. Even though it felt so wrong.
She was NOT ready to talk to him. Or make eye contact with, even.
So, she had (stupidly) decided feigning continued unconsciousness was the best course of action. Kate's sleep numbed brain had been certain Jack would leave her alone if she ignored him.
That's how she had got onto this predicament – cradled in Jack's arms, pretending to be asleep.
Crap, Kate thought. Jumped out of the frying pan, smack-bang into the middle of the fire.
Although, she had to admit, the situation wasn't entirely unpleasant. In fact, if she hadn't completely screwed things up with him, she would probably be loving this.
But she had screwed up, and now she was trying very hard not to panic.
Play dead, she repeated to herself, breathe in, breathe out, relax, don't move.
It was taking all her concentration to keep up the appearance of sleep, so she barely noticed what Jack was doing until she heard him kicking back the tarp of her tent. Well, she assumed it was her tent; she wasn't exactly going to open her eyes and check.
Her suspicions were confirmed when Jack set her down on what she recognised to be her make-shift bed. Funnily enough, she already missed having his arms around her.
Kate could feel him looking at her, not moving from her side. Watching her.
He's still here. Why is he still here?
Kate wondered uneasily whether she'd been caught out, and if he was just waiting for her to give herself up.
Suddenly Kate felt Jack's soft lips pressed gently against her forehead, and her paranoid thoughts stopped in their tracks.
"Sweet dreams, Kate," she heard him whisper, in a voice that sounded anything but cold, "See you in the morning."
Kate's eyes snapped open when Jack's footsteps sounded from outside the tent and she sat up. Hesitantly, she touched her forehead, where he'd kissed her. And she smiled.
"See you in the morning…" she whispered back.
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