Amy - All my reviewers seem to be going on vacation at the same time. o_O I hope that you have lots of fun and I anxiously await you and your reviews coming back! I'm glad you liked the end of the chapter, the chapter, and the story in general. And the Skate shouldn't be too bad...I am a Jater after all. x]
Temporarilymisplaced - I felt bad about killing him off...but dying was his destiny and there's just some parts of destiny that cannot be changed.
Northern Wolf - Well yay for trauma! =D I'm really glad you liked the end of the chapter.
Lostieamyethyst - I'm glad you liked it. Thanks so much for reviewing!
Anon - Wow. Three wows in a row, starting with yours. That was pretty cool. x] I'm glad you liked the chapter!
Lostcandy - I would die for something like my ending in the actual show. Haha. I like leaving people speechless. =]
Jess - I figured killing Charlie would be obvious, but apparently -and fortunately- I was wrong! I'm not sure how much I'm going to touch on other people's reactions to Charlie and Claire - outside of Jack, Kate, and a bit of Sawyer. Obviously people will be reacting in the background, but I have so much other stuff to explore in the main light. =]

Consider this your one and only "warning". I like the Biblical aspect of LOST...a lot. I'm a Christian and I enjoy writing what I know. I plan on going into the Biblical aspect of LOST probably a lot more than the show actually will. I want to let everyone know that I will be more than touching on that. In no way am I trying to convert anyone of another religion or trying to offend anyone. If you're easily offended by God and Christianity or anything along the lines of that, I ask you stop reading now and not send me any reviews that could possibly offend me. I respect you, you respect me, kay?
Anything in italics has been taken from Genesis - Chapter One. Most is word for word from The Message.

I also decided to split this chapter into two parts. Enjoy part one!

The sound of the waterfall was calming as I dipped my bare feet into it and daydreamed about how I woke up that morning. Somehow, Jack and I had ended up both lying down. I didn't know when I fell asleep, but when I got up, we were both lying on our sides. My head was rested on his arm and his head was tucked against my neck. It was a position I had woken up to many times back home. It suddenly had an awkwardness to it though now that we were on the island and not exactly as close as we were back home. I had wanted to lie there forever, but morning sickness forced me out of the caves.

"Don't beat yourself up over it. He was going to die eventually anyway. His fate was to die here."

I opened my eyes and turned my head. Jacob was sitting on a rock about two feet away. "It wasn't supposed to be like that," I commented. Just talking about it made me feel choked up. I felt like crying but my tear ducts were too proud to hurt. "Not yet. Not like that."

"Things happen," Jacob said. "Not everything is going to go as planned."

I let out a harsh breath. "Does it ever?" I pulled my feet from the water and rolled onto my side, propping my head up with my hand. "Can I ask you a question?"

"Shoot." He motioned with his hand for me to go on.

"Are you God?" It suddenly felt stupid to say out loud. I glanced at his face then at the ground again, poking at the dirt with a stick.

"Do you think I'm God, Eve?"

"No," I answered. "Isn't God supposed to be perfect and can do whatever He wants? If you were, things wouldn't start and end like this. They would have ended the first time when Jack and I both died and never started again."

He stood from his rock and knelt down in front of me. "It only ends once," he said. "Anything that happens before that is just progress. You don't even believe in God, do you?."

I rubbed at my eyes and sighed. "I didn't used to. I believe that you could be God though."

"And what if I am God?" he questioned. His voice sounded amused and curious to hear my answer.

I stayed silent, staring down at my hands.

"Do you know anything about the book of Genesis?" he questioned.

"I had better things to do than go to Sunday school." I suddenly felt defensive and slightly offended. I regretted asking if he was God. "I have to go." I moved to stand, but he put his hands on my shoulders and forced me back down. "I don't need an explanation of the Bible. It's a collection of stories piled up by people who needed something to believe in."

"First this: God created the Heavens and Earth - all you see, all you don't see."

I rolled my eyes. "I don't believe in any of that."

"You said that you believe I could be God. I'm neither denying it nor confirming it. So how about you let me tell you a little bit about who you believe I could be?"

I hesitated and rubbed my arm, flinching as I hit one of my many bruises. "Just give me the general idea of what you're trying to tell me."

"I'll make it quick." He said down. "Earth was nothing. A bottomless emptiness. An inky blackness. A…"

"I get the picture. Earth was nothing. It didn't exist." I motioned with my hands for him to get on with it.

"God spoke: 'Light!' And light appeared. God saw that light was good and separated light from dark. God named the light Day and the dark Night. It was evening, it was morning. Day One. There's a lot of light and dark here, Eve. A lot of day to night end of the world type storms - and as literal as that is, I also mean it metaphorically. You keep a white stone in your pocket while Jack keeps a black one in his. I wear a white shirt while my brother wears a black one. Black and white. Good and evil."

I looked shocked then reached in my pocket and pulled out the stone. "Just that mean Jack has the evil stone?" I felt caught up and unable to rationalize, panicking at the thought. "What does that mean?"

"Dark doesn't always mean evil," Jacob answered. "God spoke: 'Sky! In the middle of the waters; separate water from water!' God made sky. He separated the water under sky from the water above sky. And there is was: he named sky the Heavens. It was evening, it was morning. Day Two."

"Dark and light plus water and sky," I confirmed I was listening. "Is this going somewhere?"

He continued, apparently ignoring my question. "God spoke: 'Separate! Water-beneath-Heaven, gather into one place; Land appear!' And there it was. God named the land Earth. He named the pooled water Ocean. God saw it was good."

"Wouldn't he have known it was good before he made it?" I asked. "God is supposed to know everything." I felt weird discussing this. It was something I usually pushed as far from my mind as possible. I expected some sarcastic response like, 'maybe he wanted it to be a surprise.'

"Some things are hard to understand," he stated. "God spoke: 'Earth, green up! Grow all varieties of seed-bearing plants, every sort of fruit-bearing tree!' And there it was. Earth produced green, seed-bearing plants, all varieties, and fruit-bearing trees of all sorts. God saw that it was good. It was evening, it was morning. Day Three."

I stared at him, unable to wrap my mind around it. It was simple to remind myself this was just a story. "God made all the different plants on Earth? Do you know how many different plants and trees are around just on this island?"

Jacob laughed. "You think God knows everything but you don't think he can do a bit of gardening?"

I opened my mouth but found no argument and was forced to sit there in silence. I would have crossed my arms, but it was rather painful to do that. "Keep going," I muttered.

"God spoke: 'Lights! Come out! Shine in Heaven's sky! Separate Day from Night. Mark seasons, days, and years, Lights in Heaven's sky to give light to Earth.' And there it was. God made two big lights , the larger to take charge of Day, the smaller to be in charge of Night; and he made the stars. God placed them in the heavenly sky to light up Earth and oversee Day and Night, to separate light and dark. God saw that it was good. It was evening, it was morning. Day Four."

"So stars are like the gray area?" I adjusted so I was leaning back against one of the larger rocks by the water.

"Not the gray area like you might think, but you could say that." Jacob nodded. "God spoke: 'Swarm, Ocean, with fish and all sea life! Birds, fly through the sky over Earth!' God created the huge whales, all the swarm of life in the waters, and every kind and species of flying birds. God saw that it was good. God blessed them: 'Prosper! Reproduce! Fill Ocean! Birds, reproduce on Earth!' It was evening, it was morning. Day Five. God spoke: 'Earth, generate life! Every sort and kind: cattle and reptiles and animals - all kinds.' And there it was: wild animals of every kind, cattle of all kinds, every sort of reptile and bug. God saw that it was good. God spoke: 'Let us make human beings in our image, make them reflecting our nature so they can be responsible for the fish in the sea, the birds in the air, the cattle, and, yes, Earth itself, and every animal that moves on the face of Earth.' God created human beings; he created them god-like, reflecting God's nature. He created them male and female. God blessed them: 'Prosper! Reproduce! Fill Earth! Take charge! Be responsible for fish in the sea and birds in the air, for every living thing that moves on the face of Earth.' Then God said, 'I've given you every sort of fruit-bearing tree, given them to you for food. To all animals and all birds, everything that moves and breathes, I give whatever grows out of the ground for food.' And there it was. God looked over everything he had made; it was so good, so very good! It was evening, it was morning. Day Six."

I felt like a little kid. I was suddenly drawn into his story. In the sense of being preached to, I didn't want to hear a word he was saying. In the sense of curiosity toward this fantasy land, I wanted to know what happened next. "And then what happened?" I asked. I was at least glad to get my mind completely off Charlie.

"Heaven and Earth were done," Jacob answered. "By the seventh day, God had finished his work. On the seventh day, he rested from all his work. God blessed the seventh day. He made it a Holy Day because on that day he rested from his work, all the creating God had done." He stopped speaking and looked at me almost expectantly.

I sat there in silence for a moment, waiting for him to go on. When the silence lasted more than a few moments, I began to get the hint that he had finished. It wasn't so much I felt left at a cliffhanger, but I suddenly was lost in confusion as what the whole point of that was. "This feels like a waste of my time to listen to," I commented. "Why did you go to the trouble to tell me all this?"

"You said you could believe I was God," Jacob replied. "This is what I say God is. You make it obvious that you aren't believing a word I say, so how can you believe there's a possibility that I am God? Do you believe I could have made each individual blade of grass or that I could know the stars by name?"

I found myself at a loss and I didn't like it. I hated it. The mixture of confusion, defensiveness, offense, and more was coming close to bubbling over. It seemed like it would have been so easy to say, 'No. I don't believe you could be God.' At the same time, it proved to be the hardest thing in the world. I struggled to figure out how I could believe everything that happened on the island happened but I couldn't wrap my mind around that he could know the stars by name. "I don't know," I responded.

Jacob scratched at the ground with one hand and dug it up slightly. He gathered the dirt. "Hold out your hands, Eve."

I made a face and shoved the stone back into my pocket. I held out my hands and watched as he emptied the dirt into them. "What do I want with mud?"

"God formed man out of dirt from the ground and blew into his nostrils the breath of life. The man came alive - a living soul!" Jacob picked up another handful of dirt, taking a pinch and sprinkling it back to the ground. "Thing of that compared to me telling you God created everything. Now I'm telling you you were technically created from dirt."

"Well, in a sense, I was," I muttered to myself, thinking of Wayne. The thought of Wayne really did make all the bad feelings bubble over. I put the dirt back on the ground where it belonged and brushed my hands together. I narrowed my eyes on the ground then glared at Jacob. "Say everything you just said, despite how far-fetched it sounds to me, was really true. If you could be God, where were you when I needed you."

Jacob got to his feet but bent over so he was still almost eye-level with me. "I have more narratives to tell you," he said. "The next one is specifically about good and evil. If you decide that there's even the slightest chance you believe me and want to hear what I have to say, you're going to have to find me. You really want to know where I was when you needed me if I was God?"

I nodded my head. "Yeah," I spat. "I do."

He tapped my nose. "In the convenience store, Katie."

I blinked and he was gone. My hands started to quiver. "Jacob?!" I called after him. I got to my feet, backing up and tripping over a rock. I landed hard on my back, but my body felt number again. I scrambled to my feet, feeling the intolerable urge to run away filling my head. I placed my hands on a large rock, gripping a smaller stone on top of it. My breath was hitching in my throat. "Jacob!"

"You're still yellin' for that Jacob guy?"

Startled, I lifted the stone I had my hand on and threw it as hard as I could in the direction of the voice.

"Ow. Son of a bitch." Sawyer stumbled forward. "What the hell are you doing?!"

I let out a breath I didn't know I had been holding. "What the hell are you doing?!" I shot back.

"You nearly busted my damn knee," he defended in a way that clearly said he had asked the question first.

"You stalking me now?" A rush of panic nearly immobilized me as I wondered what he could have heard or seen.

"Stalking you?" He answered. "I was protecting you."

I narrowed my eyes. "From what? Southern perverts?"

"Yeah, whatever," Sawyer muttered. "I can't believe you."

I relaxed as he limped forward. It didn't seem like he had been watching me anymore than a second before I had yelled for Jacob. "It's not that bad," I stated, internally making fun of him for being such a big baby.

He shot me a look. "It's my knee. I'll tell you how bad it is. What the hell you doing out here anyway?"

I turned around and took a seat on the rock I had been leaning on. "I just…" I paused and looked around. "I couldn't be at Charlie's memorial."

He seemed to understand - probably because he wasn't there himself. "Yeah, well, you shouldn't be out here alone." His voice was full of concern that I usually only heard in Jack's voice. Not after what happened…"

I glanced at the ground a moment before looking at him again. "I'm fine. I can take care of myself." I motioned to myself. "I'm still alive, aren't I?"

"Of course," Sawyer said before mocking me. I don't need protection. I can take care of myself. Me Kate. Me throw rock."

I laughed and shook my head. "You're something." I took a seat on the ground again and put my feet back in the water as he tugged his shirt off then dove in.

"You comin'?" he questioned after he surfaced again. "Or you just gonna sit there?"

I smiled. "You go ahead and have your fun. My arm is a bit stiff." I paused. "I was in a few hours ago. There's some bodies down there. Maybe you want to be disgusting and check them out? You could grab that case down there for me."

He frowned. "So I'm disgusting and you're not? Your hair is a bit dry to have been in just a few hours ago."

"My hair dries fast. It's my case," I replied. I watched as he dove back under, my hands beginning to shake again. My mind flashed back to what Jacob said. Something about it hit a nerve, but I couldn't figure out why. I needed to know where to find him again. I was almost lost in thought about it when Sawyer resurfaced with a wallet and the case.

"Finders keepers," he stated, climbing out of the water.

I stared at him in shock and then disgust. "You really wanna fight me for it?"

"You wanna tell me what's in it?" he questioned with a smirk.

I was already getting that his was about attention and not the actual case itself or its contents. "No," I answered.

"Then I wanna fight you for it."