A/N:As usual...y'all Jate fans are great.Anyways..summer's here, So I have more time to update...should be fun.R&R, please!

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Sayid studied Jack, just after he had performed the transfusion. "Are you sure you feel fine?"He asked for the third time.

"Yes, Yes...I feel a little light headed.But that's to be expected.Right now, I'm just worried about Kate."

Sayid nodded, handing the man a guava. Jack stared at him quizzically, to which Sayid handed him a knife. "It's not a cookie...but you need sugars, right?"

"Right."Jack said, staring over at Kate. Her eyes started to move, making it look like she was about to wake up.

"She's going to be okay."Sayid assured him, taking some water and a few pills to Shannon.

"How can you be so sure?"Jack replied, not realizing that Kate was awake.

"Well...Call it a theory.But I think that with someone like you cheering for her, Kate won't have much of a choice."Sayid said laughing.

Leaning down next to Shannon, he urged her to wake up.

"Shannon?"

She forced her eyes to open, looking over at him. "Say...Sayid.Sayid..."She whispered.

"Yes...do you feel well enough to swallow these?"He asked, showing her the pills.

"What are those?"Shannon asked, a look of fear shading her eyes. "What are they?"

"They're your medication...you need to take them to get better."Sayid insisted, offering one to her.

Much too his disappointment, she didn't accept it.

"Shannon...you need to take it."

"I...I don't know what it is.The...The others could have...poi...pois-"She speaking was stopped by Sayid, who placed a hand on her shoulder. So far, it seemed to stop the shaking.

"Don't you trust me?''

She wetted her lips, nodding. "Of course...but...these...dreams...they...they tried to take me.And the plane came to...to take everyone. Only I wasn't...I wasn't on the plane.You and Claire and Kate and...Locke and...Boone was there.But you...You weren't.You...were on the plane.I tried to get to you but-"

"Shh...it does not matter.Please, Shannon...take the medicine?"

Shannon did as he asked, sitting quietly after her. "I'm so tired."

"You need to stay awake for now."Jack said, coming over. "Atleast until the medication takes full affect...you're improving...physically, anyway...and I'd like to monitor you while you're awake."

Sayid looked over at Jack. The man looked tired. He silently wondered how much sleep he'd gotten since the Goodnight Syndrome had found its way into the camp. He actually hadn't witnessed him sleeping since before Kate had been brought in.

"Is there anything I can do?"He asked.

"Um...well, the shift ends soon.I need to speak to Locke...we've got to find the source of this thing soon before anyone else gets sick...Claire may be getting better. But truthfully...if Kate and Shannon and Kate don't show significant signs of improvement within the next few days..."

Jack left the sentence hanging, afraid of what he would say had he finished it.

Walking over to Claire's bed, he saw that she was waking up. "How are you feeling?"

"Tired, I suppose...where's Charlie?"

"In the computer room with Hurley...is something wrong?"Jack asked.

She smiled, shaking her head. "No...not...not really. Earlier..when I...walked...tell me the truth-"

"Of course..."He said, sitting on the edge on her bed.

"Was that...was that good?"Claire asked, her eyes beaming with hope.

Jack looked over at Sayid, not sure how to answer. In actuality, she hadn't actually 'walked' rather, she had wobbled. But compared to the response he was garnering from Kate and Shannon-it was worth applauding.

"You're making progress.Are you hungry?"

"A little...Is that good?"Claire asked.

"Yes.That's a good sign...Uh..Sayid, do we have anymore fruit?"Jack asked the other man.

"I don't believe we do...I believe Hurley had some out in the other room...do you want me to ask him?"

Jack nodded, giving him permission to leave.

He looked over at Kate's bed, pleading her to move. Pleading silently that everything would work out the right way.

"You love her, don't you?"

The question might have come out of a medicated virus patient, but at the same time, it was a perfectly valid question.

"Kate?She's...she's my friend.And I'm...worried about her."

A smile spread across Claire's lips. "Is she okay?"

"Hopefully she will be...right now...I'm not...I'm not so sure."

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Sayid walked into the computer room to find Hurley in the chair reading something, what he wasn't sure. Charlie was on the floor, playing an old marble game that they had found in the hatch.

"Hurley..."He said, catching his attention.

Looking up from his book, he seemed tired. "Yeah, Dude?"

"Do you have anymore guavas down here?"

"Um..."He said, standing up. He went to a box in the corner, producing one. "It's one of the last few down here.Is everything okay?"

"It should be...Claire woke up and she was hungry...Is Locke around?"

"Dude, I don't see how anyone keeps tracks on that guy..."

"He went to talk to Ana Lucia...apparently one of the others died...from this...sickness."Charlie said from the floor, clearly looking for distraction.

Sayid knew that this wasn't the news Jack was looking for. "Thanks...I'll take this back to them."

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"Jack..."

He heard the voice faintly calling him. Running to her bed, he smiled.

"Jack."Kate said, smiling sleepily. "What happened?"

He looked down at her, knowing that it was a question he was expecting. "We had to give you blood...the medicine isn't working fast enough, and your body is becoming immune to the antibodies...how are you?"

"Blood?"She asked, clearly surprised, ignoring his question.

"I uh...I've seen your file...from the plane...I saw your blood type and well-"

"My file?" Kate asked, growing upset.

"Your health file...not...records or anything."Jack said, defensively. "How do you feel, Kate?"

She stared at him, feeling somewhat defensive. He placed his hand over hers as a protective measure and to his approval, she didn't reject. While she could have fought, at that moment, it felt right.

"Thank you."She said, groggily.

"For what?"

"For...being you.Thank you, Jack..."

"It's not a problem...really."His hand ran to the spot on her arm, a bruie edged itself around it. Leaning down, he wasn't sure why he was doing it, but he kissed the spot lightly.

Kate reopened her eyes, tightening her muscles. She may have been under medication, but she still realized what he just did. "Jack..."She said.

"Is something wrong?"

She felt too tired, too exhausted to fight it. Her eyes pleading with his, she needed sleep, she wanted sleep. "Everytime I close my eyes...I see things."

"What kinds of things?"

"Some good...some bad...of the island...life after the island...They bleed together and...I can't sleep because of it."

Jack frowned, wondering where this was leading.

In a desperate, pleading voice, she asked him a question. "Will you hold me?"

He smiled, fully well knowing the answer. And for the first time in days, they both slept peacefully.