I'm so sorry that I haven't updated at all this week! I had exams to revise for so that's why I didn't have that much time to write anything. But they have finished so hopefully, I will be able to get on here more now. :)

So... this is the chapter you have all been waiting for. We find out Jack's back story...

Chapter 13

As the countless minutes flew by slowly, Jack and Kate were both thinking about what to say to each other. They still could not believe that they just got away from three police cars.

And they couldn't believe that all this had happened in eight hours. Both of them knew that Kate was now a suspect of working with Jack which is why the police are after her. They knew it; in fact, they had known it ever since they left the petrol station where the CCTV camera was recording every one of their actions.

But they couldn't say anything. What could they say? That she should now go with him, running away from the police? Or that she should give up and go to the police, explaining everything? Or that she should just carry on her life as it was before? There wasn't an easy solution to this and Kate would have to make it quick if she didn't want to get arrested.

'Why-'

'I think-,' they both said simultaneously then stopped abruptly.

'You first,' they said together once again.

'...No you!' they chorused. They would have laughed at their stupidity but in this kind of awkward situation, laughing was the last thing either of them would do.

'I was going to ask you a question.' Kate smiled, despite of the change of mood she was feeling inside.

'Yes?' Jack prompted her to go on.

'...Why don't you give up? Why don't you just go to the police and tell them exactly what happened and that the murder that you took part in was a mistake?' she asked and Jack had been shaking his head during her small speech but turned his head sharply towards her when he heard the last part of her question.

'How do you know that it was a mistake?' he asked, firmly.

'I know because... because I just know. You don't seem to be the kind of person who would go and kill your sister's husband just for fun or boredom or revenge. There must have been a good reason and I'm sure that there is.' she smiled a little at him.

'Kate... you don't know me.' he simply said.

'And why don't I know you, Jack?' she pressed on further. 'Why won't you just tell me what happened for onc-'

'Because Kate, I'm not the type of person who tells others my feelings and yes you are right that I don't kill people just for fun and out of boredom. But that still doesn't mean that you know Me.' he began to yell at her.

'Why don't you trust me?' she whimpered in her seat and stared forward into emptiness, but Jack had already got out of the police car and walked out. It wasn't a long time until Kate followed him.

'I don't trust people eight hours after I've met them.' Jack said coolly.

'And I don't trust people who wouldn't tell me their feelings, especially ones who have killed their sister's husband.' Kate said, trying to match up to his level. Jack's expression changed from angry to hurt. Kate opened her mouth to try and take back what she had just said but Jack spoke before her.

'So what are you still doing here, then?' he asked, softly and looked straight into he hazel eyes. She took her glance away from his eyes and looked down at her feet, ashamed of what she had just said.

'I didn't mean that.' she replied, trying to hide her blushed face.

'So why did you say it, then?' he asked, matching her volume, sighing and looking down. She didn't answer, just continued staring down.

'I guess this is it. You can go back home now.' he replied as he took her hand and dropped the police car keys back into her hand. Kate looked at them like she had never seen car keys before. Jack walked away, preparing for his next adventure and the next place where he would hide and run away from the police. Maybe he would meet someone else like Kate. Maybe they wouldn't be so obnoxious-

'Jack, don't go.' she said as loudly as she could, but still in a whisper. He didn't hear it however so she tried again.

'Jack, wait.' she said as she run up to him. He finally turned around. This time it was her who took his hand and put the car keys gently in his palm. 'I can't go back home. The police are looking for me.'

'How is that my problem?' Jack asked, this time hurting Kate even more.

'I-I thought... doesn't matter.' she said and slumped down as she leaned on one of the trees. They were still in the middle of a forest, the motorway ahead of them but no cars going past since as it wasn't dawn yet.

'So, what are you going to do?' he asked, hardly any interest shown.

'I thought that wasn't your problem.' she mimicked him.

'Look, I'm sorry, okay? It's just that... I was never the one to tell others how I feel. I just grew up that way, I guess. And it's difficult for me to talk to someone-especially someone I have just met- about something as serious as this. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap.' he said apologetically. Kate looked up this time, and smiled.

'I didn't either.'

'So... what now?' he asked to no one in particular.

'I don't know.' Kate sighed.

'If you want you can... you know-come with me-I mean not come with me just... run away from the police with me.' Jack stammered and Kate laughed at how silly he was being.

'Why did you start running in the first place? After you killed him, why didn't you just go to the police. I mean, if it was an accident they surely would have let you off.' Kate said, hoping she didn't sound too pushy.

'You know the answer to that? I don't know. I just didn't know what I was doing. I guess that I thought that it would be best if I moved away from home and ran away from what had just happened.' he shrugged. 'I guess I was wrong.'

'Jack... please tell me what happened.' she replied. 'I'm not going to tell anyone, I just want to know. And believe me, you'll feel much better after you tell someone.' Kate tilted her head to the side and smiled softly. Jack looked ahead and sighed.

'There was... I was... a few years ago everything was fine. I was living happily in my father's house and studying to become a spinal surgeon. My younger half-sister, Claire; she married to a man called Desmond and they were both very happy. They looked like the happiest couple in the world at their wedding.' Jack smiled sadly.

'Then after a few months of living together, Desmond became more depressed and moody and he came home late every night. He told her that... he kept having these visions-flashes more like-of things that were going to happen to them. He said that they were going to have a kid but she wouldn't want to keep it. He said that her mom was going to be in a car accident. He... he became insane. We thought he was joking at first, but then it just got out of hand and he would drink so much every day that he wouldn't even be able to wake up the next day. And you know the funny thing? All those visions that he said he had... they all happened. Claire found out that she was pregnant but she didn't want the baby. Nevertheless, she kept it. But... her mother died in a car crash...' Jack whimpered as the horrible thoughts flooded back to him. He ran a hand through his hair and Kate got up to stand next to him and put a hand gently on his back.

'From a nice, caring and protective man, he just became no one. He began drinking, smoking... God knows what else and he just drove himself insane. All because of those flashes: they killed him inside. He would not know who he was anymore. One morning, Claire woke up and told me that he when he woke up he said to her: Who are you? He forgot his own wife.' A tear escaped Jack's eye and he looked away for a second.

'And then one day, it happened. I was meant to go to Claire's and have dinner there. And when I entered the house... what I saw...' Jack stopped for a moment to catch his breath. He carried on again when he was ready, 'Desmond was shouting around the house, slamming doors and breaking whatever he had. He was drunk and the alcohol had affected him badly. He was just... and then... Claire was shivering in a corner and he threatened her with a-a knife and I went over to him to stop him from... and I... Oh, God. Kate, I stabbed him! I killed him...' Jack could not stand up any longer and collapsed to the ground.

Amazing how everyone had guessed who it could be but no one had suggested Desmond! But there is a very good reason why I wrote it in that he was Claire's weirdo husband: I simply hate conmama so there was no way it would have been Sawyer. I'm not that familiar with Thomas either so I didn't want to write him in. And there was absolutely no way that I would kill of Charlie in this fic, regarding what happened in the real show! So, yeah... it had to be Desmond.

Of course this chapter leaves us with lots of unanswered questions: where is Claire? What happened to her? What will happen next with Kate and Jack?... I know. But I'm not going to answer any of them! XD Hehe! Sorry! I'll just say one thing: we will meet a lot of characters from LOST in soon (one of them being Charlie) and it will get a tad more complicated. Thank you for all those reviews, you guys are the best. It would really make my day if you review again and this is most probably the most important chapter so I would really like nice comments as well as constructive criticism because I know some parts of that were good but some were not so good. So, review and the next chapter will be here soon:)