Okay, more Jisa interaction in this chapter, some Kate being a bitch. But I love Kate (who doesn't? except for that one author on here who writes like 7 sentence Kate-bashing fics) But I digress. Jack's liking Lisa, Kate's not. More on Kisa (no I'm not pairing them – unfortunately) later.

Jack walked out of the room, feeling sorry for Lisa, and still confused about this "Jackson" she was talking about. He caught a glimpse of blonde hair and noticed that Sawyer had no doubt gotten impatient and left to go do whatever it was that he did on his own. Kate was waiting for him when he walked out, sitting at the computer and watching the numbers. She turned around when he closed the door to the cell and opened her mouth to speak. Before she could say anything, Jack got in his word.

"She's beat up really badly, but she'll be okay. I think that we could let her back into the bunk bed soon."

"Jack, are you insane?" Kate asked, incredulous. "She attacked Sawyer, and on top of that, she actually got in a few good hits! You can't seriously be thinking of letting her out after that."

"She attacked Sawyer because she thought he was going to hurt her. She looked pretty scared to be a threat," Jack replied calmly.

"Do you even remember Ethan? Do you remember Henry? Who the hell's to say that this woman isn't some sort of plant or trap?"

"Do you have to be so paranoid about everything, Kate?" Jack rolled his eyes, starting to get annoyed. "You think everything that happens to you is going to be a disaster."

"Being careful is what's been keeping me alive, Jack. And as far as my life has gone, it's been one disaster after another, so I don't think you've got a strong argument there."

"Lisa doesn't look like much of a threat to me, and Kate, we've got guns and knives and if she does try anything, there are at least thirty people ready to take her on. Someone like her isn't going to stand a chance against us. Besides she's too…" Jack trailed off, unsure of what exactly Lisa was "too" of.

"Too what? Too innocent looking? Too beautiful? Jack, you can't honestly judge her by her looks," Kate mocked harshly.

"Yeah, I guess you're right, it didn't work too well in your case, anyway," Jack spat back.

A look of hurt flashed across Kate's face for an instant before anger quickly overcame it. Jack opened his mouth to say something, though he didn't know what, exactly. He never knew what he would have said, because Kate turned on her heel and stormed out of the hatch. Jack groaned at his stupidity and sat heavily on the computer chair.

Kate walked quickly over to her tent, blinking furiously to keep tears from falling. She shouldn't cry over Jack. She wouldn't cry over Jack. After rifling through her bag for a few moments, Kate found what she was looking for. Tom's toy plane. She grabbed it and set off away from camp, staying on the beach but walking out of the way of camp. Once the other survivors were far enough in the distance, she sat in the sand and pulled out the small plane, holding it up against the sky, giving it the illusion of flight. She sat there for a long time, just thinking about what had happened with Jack, thinking about this mysterious woman that had turned up on the beach, and mostly thinking about Tom.

Back at the hatch, Jack decided to put some food together for Lisa after a good hour had gone by. He went into the closet and grabbed some cereal and two chocolate bars, keeping one for himself. He poured the cereal into a bowl and added milk. Then he poured a two cold glasses of water and added ice. When he was finished preparing the food, he put it on the table, but kept the chocolate and water to bring to Lisa.

Opening the door to the cell, he looked over at Lisa, who was curled up in a ball on the bed, fast asleep. He walked in and set the drinks on the floor. Reaching over to gently shake Lisa awake, he stopped when she murmured something in her sleep. He pulled his hand back and cocked his head, listening intently to her.

"No," she mumbled quietly. She frowned in her sleep and repeated "no" a few more times. Jack touched her shoulder and she hit it away, stuck in a dream that seemed to be getting worse by the minute. She started thrashing wildly and was just short of what Jack would classify as screaming. He grabbed her shoulders, careful not to touch the part that was bandaged, and started shaking her, trying to wake her up. Her hands flew to her throat, grabbing at an unseen attacker. Jack grabbed the ice cold water and tossed in her face, knowing that the shock could bring her back into consciousness. It worked and Lisa bolted straight up from the bed, gasping for air and looking around wildly.

As soon as she realized where she was, Lisa put a hand over her chest and calmed down. Running her hands through her hair, and wiping the water off of her face, she closed her eyes and took two deep breaths. Jack handed her the other water glass and she gratefully drank it.

"Are you okay?" He asked cautiously.

"I'm fine, it was just a dream."

"Are you sure you're okay?"

Lisa looked at him sharply, her grip on the glass tightening, but her eyes beginning to glisten with unshed tears.

"I just said I'm fine. Asking me the same question twice isn't going to get you a different answer," her eyes fell to the floor and her voice faltered at this reply, displaying none of the venom that was in her glare a moment earlier.

"Look," Jack started again, "do you want to come out to the other room and eat something?"

Lisa tried to remember the last time she had something to eat, but couldn't remember. It was some time before Jackson had kidnapped her, and that had to have been at least two days ago. She stood up cautiously; she still didn't trust Jack or that Southern man- what was his name again? - any further than she could throw them. She only let Jack help her because she needed to be in relatively good shape to get out of here the first chance she had.

Jack stepped back, allowing her to go first in a small display of trust. Lisa was glad to have a chance of seeing more of this hatch, and used this opportunity as a chance to look for possible exits. But she knew if she tried to run now, she would be caught and locked up for God knew how long. So she glanced around quickly, and when her gaze fell on a bowl of cereal, she had to use all of her self control not to dash to it. Instead, she walked over slowly and looked back at Jack, asking silently if the bowl was for her. He nodded and she sat down at the table, positioning herself for a quick escape if anything happened.

The cereal was some form of generic Special K, plain-tasting, but filling. Lisa felt her heart speed up involuntarily when Jack produced two chocolate bars from his pocket. Oh God, it had been so long since she had eaten chocolate. She noticed Jack smile at her, and realized that she must look like an idiot, staring at the candy. He tossed it to her and she caught it smoothly with one hand and looked at the wrapper.

Apollo candy, not quite Hershey's chocolate, but one step up from Wonka bars. At this point, however, Lisa would take whatever she was given. Taking a bite, she let the incredible sensation of chocolate and caramel fill her mouth and she had to keep herself from moaning with pleasure. Lisa had a very good poker face from working at the hotel, and she employed it readily when she realized that Jack was watching her.

After finishing the snack, she finished off her glass of water and looked at Jack expectantly. Taking a leap of faith, she decided to ask a question that she figured could get her a better idea of how to escape.

"Could we go outside?"

Jack frowned, as if weighing his options and their consequences. After a moment of thought, he said, "Maybe later."

Shit, Lisa cussed silently.

"Okay, you should get back to your ce- room."

"Please don't make me go back in there," Lisa begged. She was terrified of being alone in the dark again. She struggled for a few moments with the idea of telling her captor something that would give him ammunition against her, but she decided that it was worth taking the chance if she could reach his humanity. "I can't go back in there, it's too small, I- I can't be in such a small place."

"You're claustrophobic?" He queried.

Lisa nodded, relieved that he asked her why instead of just grabbing her and throwing her in the room. She wasn't lying when she told him about her phobia, she'd had it ever since the Red Eye flight, when Jackson had cornered her in the bathroom. If she spent too long in a small area, she felt trapped and would start to panic.

Jack didn't think for very long, and told her that is she was going to stay out here, he'd have to restrain her. Lisa readily agreed, relieved that she would at least be out of her small prison. Jack put her dishes in the sink and reached into a drawer where he produced a set of handcuffs and a key. Lisa's heart started racing and she fidgeted with the set of handcuffs that already occupied her left wrist nervously.

Jack took her arm softly and brought her back to the bunk bed that she originally woke up in. He snapped one end of the new handcuffs onto her right arm and the other to the headboard of the bed after Lisa sat down. When she was as comfortable as she could be, Jack put another glass of water next to the bed and told her that he was going outside and wouldn't be back for a while. Lisa nodded and laid down, hoping to get some sleep.

Jack took this opportunity to go see what Kate was doing. He knew that he hurt her, but his pride refused to let him apologize to her. He spotted her far down on the beach, but just as he was close enough to see her clearly, he realized she was clutching the toy plance she had gone through so much trouble to get. Every time he saw it, anger built up inside of him, reminding him that Kate was not above using him and lying to him to get what she wanted. Without another glance back at the woman on the beach, he turned and went into his tent.

Kate saw Jack begin to approach her out of the corner of her eye, but didn't turn her head to greet him. Instead, she held the toy plane up so he could see it better, knowing it would make him uncomfortable or even angry. When he turned and walked back to the camp, relief flooded through Kate. She didn't like people seeing through her, and for some reason, she always got the feeling that Jack could see right into her soul. If she had one, that is. Nevertheless, Jack always assumed things about Kate that were completely wrong. He didn't understand her, and she didn't want him around if he was going to throw accusations at her every five minutes. On top of that, Kate felt that Jack was starting to build up a hero complex, and his ego seemed to be growing every day.

Kate decided that Jack shouldn't be in charge of everything, and she should have a say in what happened to her. After all, they were part of a group, and it was only fair that she have a say in her own fate. With that last thought, Kate stood up, brushed the sand off of her jeans and headed for Sayid's tent. She would need some help if she were going to figure out what this woman was doing on the island.