"Kate are you ready ?" asked Jack as he walked into their bedroom. He was dressed in his black suit. "The other's are waiting downstair's," he continued. Kate was sitting on their bed in her black dress.

"I'm coming," she said in a small voice. Ever since they had heard the new's Kate had been withdrawn. She hardly ate or spoke. Every night she would cling to Jack in bed, afraid that when she woke up he wouldn't be there. Her friend's had been supportive and Jack was alway's there if Kate needed him. But she just felt so alone. She had loved her mom with every part of her heart and now she was gone. Following Jack, she made her way downstair's and they all walked to the car. They drove in silence, until they reached the small chapel where the service was being held. Many people were gathered inside as the friend's took their seat's up front.

"Are you okay ?" Jack whispered to Kate. She nodded and put her arm through his, resting her head on his shoulder.

A slow song came on and they all turned their head's to see a white coffin being carried up the aisle.

I have seen peace

I have seen pain

Resting on the shoulder's of your name

Do you see the truth

Through all thier lie's ?

Do you see the world

Through troubled eye's ?

This had been her mother's favourite song in the whole world. She had been addicted to James Blunt. Fresh tear's welled up in Kate's eye's as the song filled her ear's. Her heart ached for her mother. Knowing she would never hug her again. Or smell that cheap perfume she wore again. She would never hear her voice or hear her laugh and for some reason this hurt Kate more then anything else.

If you want to talk about it anymore

Lie here on the floor

And cry on my shoulder's

I'm a friend.

Jack looked down at Kate. Tear's streamed down her cheek's and he bent his head kissing her hair softly. Her grip tightened around his arm.

I have seen birth

I have seen death

Lived to see a lover's final breath

Do you see my guilt

Should I feel fright

Is the fire of hesitation burning bright ?

And if you wan't to talk about it once again

On you I depend

I'll cry on your shoulder

Your a friend.

Jack felt himself choke up at the chorus. It reminded him of when they had heard the new's. They had sat on the floor and he had held Kate, letting her cry onto his shoulder. He'd alway's hated irony but this was just cruel.

You and I have lived through many thing's

Hold on to your heart

I wouldn't cry for anything

So don't go tearing your life apart.

I have seen fear

I have seen faith

Seen the look of anger on your face

And if you want to talk about what will be

Come and sit with me and

Cry on my on my sholder

I'm a friend.

Cry on my shoulder once again...

As the song faded out the coffin was placed on the podium and the vicar took the stand. When the service was over they followed the pallbearers outside and watched as the coffin was lowered into the ground. Kate buried her head into Jack's chest, unable to watch her mother being lowered into the ground. Soon people started to depart for the wake. They followed, all of them unable to stop the tear's from falling anymore.

When they arrived at the wake, they sat at a table in the corner. "I'll go get us some drink's," Chloe said quietly and Seann followed her.

"Thank you all for coming," Kate said.

"Of course we came sweetie. We had to be there for you," Shannon said and Claire nodded her head in agreement.

"And we're all still staying at Jack's place, so we're there if you need us," Sawyer said and Kate offered them all a watery smile. A shadow loomed over the table and they looked around to see Wayne. He didn't even look as if he'd cried.

"What the hell do you want now ?" Jack growled, slipping his hand into Kate's under the table.

"I wanted to tell you that I've got a lawyer and I'm going to be fighting for custody of her," he said motioning to Kate.

"Hang on there Rambo," came Chloe's voice and he turned to see Chloe and Seann standing behind him.

"What ?" he snapped.

"You start talking about lawyer's I'm gonna whoop your butt every time, cause I've got the best damn lawyer in America waiting to back me up," she smiled sweetly.

"Who have you got ? You lot are seventeen. How could you get a lawyer, let alone a good one ?" he laughed.

"You ever heard of Mr Eko ?" she asked him.

"Of course, he's the best lawyer in the state's," he said impatiently.

"Well he owed my mum a favour, so right now he's making damn sure you can't get your grubby hand's anywhere near Kate Austen or any money that may have been left to her in her mother's will. Game. Set. Match," Chloe said smugly and sat down leaving everyone speechless and more than one open mouth.

A/N: There ya go. Whoo go Chloe. I need to have Mr Eko in the story as the best damn lawyer in America. Heh heh heh. Do tha review. I think I almost cried writing this chapter. :'(