NYR88 - Yeah. Kate's going to be spending a good amount of time at the beach for quite awhile.
Northern Wolf (Chpt 14) - Ooh. Firstaid Volunteering. Sounds fun!
Northern Wolf (Chpt 15) - Even more than 24 hours. I used my writing time to spend some time at the gym 'cause I wanna be fit like Kate and climb the tree in the backyard before summer is over. -blush-
Pavement Chaser - Could be a bit before they actually 'make up'.
Anon (Chpt 14) - I hope you enjoy what I have to throw in.
Anon (Chpt 15) - I'm not sure she'll get any closer to Sawyer than good friends. I have another possible love-triangle in mind.
Rainydaytruth - Heh. Glad you liked the part about Jacob. I was wearing a shirt that had an easy button on it and said, "Jesus. It's just that easy." So when Jacob popped up out of nowhere, I ended up thinking, "Jacob. It's just that easy." xP
Ilayda - Thanks for finding the time to review despite your business. =]
Temporarilymisplaced - Yeeaah. I hate Jack's moods. Lol.

So anyway...this chapter is kinda blah. I spent my writing time at the gym and then came home and worked on my plushies for Boyce Avenue. Some chapters, I have in my head in complete, dramatic detail. Others...I have a rough idea but nothing really worked out. So if any of you find you have ideas for episodes in Season 1 for my fic...feel free to throw them at me and I'll gladly consider them!
Yay for 100+ reviews! You guys are so awesome.
Enjoy. =]

I dropped my things in my shelter, relieved that no one had taken it over. Tears were still rolling down my face, but they weren't for Jack. I cried because I killed Charlie. I took away the life of yet another person and I despised myself for it. I also hated Jack for not understanding it was an accident. I rubbed at my eyes and forced myself to stop crying. I was going to have to get used to all this - including the fact that the island was once again my home. Jack was also no longer my fiancé. I pulled the necklace from my neck and dropped it and the ring beside Tom's toy plane. Sawyer was very available and I was willing to go whatever to get rid of the pain tearing at my heart.

"Where are you going, Eve?"

"To see Sawyer." I passed Jacob as I walked out of my shelter. I wiped at my eyes again to get rid of the last of my tears. "Shouldn't you already know that?"

"I was hoping you'd join my for another narrative."

I stopped to look at him. "This is all your fault," I whispered. "You should have been there when I was trying to save Charlie and Claire. Why didn't you want to tell me one of your stories then?"

"You don't want someone to blame. You want someone to fight with." Jacob nodded. "Alright. This is all my fault. What happened happened though. Come on." He walked into my shelter.

I stood outside for several moments, glancing back and forth between my tent and Sawyer's tent. I really didn't want him to see me crying. I turned and walked back into my own shelter. "You said this one was about good and evil." I sat down beside him on the airline seats and pulled my knees to my chest.

"I don't think you're ready for good and evil," he stated. "We could just sit here. You look exhausted."

"Exhausted. Right." I watched as he moved to sit on the ground, but couldn't argue with him he didn't have to sit there. I lied down, resting my head against my arm. I felt awful and for a moment had to close my eyes to convince myself I wasn't going to be sick. When I opened my eyes again Jacob was gone. I rolled over and fell asleep.

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I walked into my shelter the next morning with one hand pressed to my stomach. Jacob was sitting on the airline seats with a bottle of water and a bowl of steaming oatmeal next to him. "You've gotta be kidding me." I turned around and started to walk back out, but he grabbed my arm and pulled me down beside him.

"You have to eat," he said. "It's not going to be as easy to stay healthy here. You don't have everything that you would if you were…"

"You brought me oatmeal," I said. "You can't keep me healthy?"

"I took it from the hatch and cooked it over a fire. Here." He handed me the bowl. "Don't forget about keeping hydrated." He also handed me the bottle of water.

I set the bowl on my lap and uncapped the water then took a sip. I spit it out. "What is that?!"

"Coconut water." He got to his feet. "It's good for you and it'll keep you hydrated better as you garden with Sun today."

"Garden with Sun? I have a job now?" I watched as he walked away then muttered under my breath. The last thing I felt like doing was eating, but I did it anyway so he wouldn't come back and force it down my throat or something.

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It startled me that I almost forgot my way to the garden. I had been there so many times, but it slipped my mind exactly where I was going. Sun was already there when I got myself on the right trail. After a few glances around, I looked at her. "Do you need any help?"

She said something in Korean.

I sighed and glanced up at the sky. "I know you speak English Sun. I'm not going to tell anyone." I looked at her again and tried to smile.

"Did Michael…?"

"No one told me," I assured her. "I'm pretty good at knowing when people are hiding things." I got to my knees and began to help push dirt over some of the seeds she had planted. "What made you think of planting a garden?"

"Boone and Locke haven't been bringing back any boar," Sun replied. "We need more to eat."

I nodded. "Makes sense. You're not nervous to be out here alone after what happened to Claire?"

"I could ask you the same," she said simply.

Smiling, I nodded. "Guess you're right."

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"I see you there." I stood in the middle of the jungle, gathering passion fruit seeds for Sun.

Jack smiled. "I wasn't hiding. I just didn't want to disrupt you from whatever it is you're doing."

"It's not like it's a secret." I couldn't find it in me to smile back at him.

"Hard to tell with you," he answered.

I spun around. "Go away, Jack. Don't do this. Just go away."

"Kate, I came out here to say I'm sorry for overreacting."

Sorry for overreacting? He was going to have to do a lot more than simply apologize. I gathered my things and walked off.

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"'God says to me with a kind of smile, 'Hey how would you like to be God awhile And steer the world?' 'Okay,' says I, 'I'll give it a try. Where do I set? How much do I get? What time is lunch? When can I quit?' 'Gimme back that wheel,' says God. 'I don't think you're quite ready yet.'"

I gave Jacob a tired glance as he sat down beside me, listening as he randomly recited some poem. "Run out of conversation starters?"

"I just thought it was fitting," he replied, glancing out over the ocean. "It's like you finally got the wheel, now there's no one to take it back. That was by Shel Silverstein, by the way. You ever read his books?"

"To my son once," I answered. "Did you want something?"

"You were sitting out here all alone. I thought I'd come and join you. It seems like it'd get lonely being you right now."

I bit back the urge to tell him that was his own fault. "Does it get lonely being you?"

"If you believed I was God, that would mean I created a garden called Eden. It would have been a very special place. Hidden from all humanity now that the earth has gone to Hell. Eden was a beautiful place with the Tree-of-Life right in the middle and also the Tree-of-Knowledge-of-Good-and-Evil. It was the first place man was created. You know, even with God there, man became very lonely. It seems like you and Jack are very lonely people."

"Is this your way of telling me it's fate that the two of us be together?" I asked bitterly. "Because I'm done trying."

"There are a lot of guys on this island, Eve," Jacob said. "A lot of guys in the world. I'm just telling you which one seems to match your loneliness."

"I never confirmed I was lonely." I glanced beside me, but he was already good. Figured.

"Do you often talk to yourself? Or is that a habit you picked up after you confirmed you weren't lonely."

I almost grinned at the sound of Jack's voice, but it quickly turned into a scowl. "How long have you been standing there?"

"Just got here. I have something for you."

"I don't want it." I looked away as he sat down beside me. "I'm not going to forgive you."

"I don't expect you to." He held out his closed hand. "Sawyer was going through your things."

I opened my hand to have my engagement ring handed to me. I gave it back. "Tell him he can keep it."

"You sure?" Jack asked.

My silence must have been enough of an answer because he pocketed the ring.

"So this guy," he started. I knew he was trying to find some way to make conversation just to hang around. "I take it he's the father of your baby."

"Why is it any of your business?" I questioned, glaring at him. "It doesn't even matter. He and my son are both dead."

He fell silent for several moments. "I'm sorry."

I nodded my head. "Yeah. Me too."