Note: Right, Part Three, I, to be honest, have no idea how this is going to turn out in the end, but I hope you'll keep on reading. I'm not intending on making this a huge, huge story. Love the reviews :) Thanks, and I hope you'll continue reviewing because I'd love to know what you think.

Silence.

The only reply she was given to her question; was Jack rummaging around in his backpack for more water.

She opened her mouth to speak; to say anything to him, but she found she couldn't. The words had gone dry. This see-saw of a relationship they claim to have, he'd just dived to the other side, no eye contact, no speech unless necessary. A thought she never thought she would think about him passed through her mind; is he playing her?

She scrunched up into the foetal position on the ground, resting her head on her hands. She watched as a bottle and two white pills appeared in her eye line.

'To help you sleep.'

She moved up a little, picking one of the pills up in her fingers.

'You trying to sedate me?' She asked, a little wary if she was to be honest with herself.

'No Kate, they're sleeping pills.'

'Did Juliet give you them?'

She was greeted with a quick nod. She picked herself up from the ground, and passed him back the pills.

'Then, thanks for the offer.' She curled open his palm, and placed the two pills back in his hand, and curled his hand back into a fist.

She took her place back on the jungle floor and took a swing of the water.

'You don't have any food?' She asked, half-joking.

'I wasn't really prepared to be halfway out in the jungle stopping today's suicide attempt.'

'Real funny Jack.'

She sighed and laid her head down. He's trying to avoid the subject, she can tell, he's always done this; granted she can't talk she does much the same thing. If anything, she wished away the awkwardness and the silence that leaves her to her thoughts, conspiracy theories clouding her mind and her judgement. After a life on the run, you learn to prepare for these things. People and their lies.

'The Marshall told me you were dangerous Kate.'

'You shouldn't believe everything you hear.' She murmured, feeling a little sleepy. She yawed and Jack's face came into focus.

'Ben told me what you did.' This caught her attention. She moved herself to his level, and stared.

'Why you were on the run… He told us.'

She frowned. 'Us?'

'Locke and I.'

'Oh.' She looked away and put her hand over her eyes, taking a deep breath, subsiding emotions that attached to her past.

'I'm sorry.'

She froze. Did he just say I'm sorry? Too afraid to clock his reaction, she put her arms around herself and thought of a reply.

'Why are you sorry Jack?'

'That you had to deal with all that.'

She turned right at him, feeling a little anger, despite the fact it seemed to be just caring, she felt a little patronised.

'Deal with all that? I MURDERED my Stepfather! I MURDERED HIM IN COLD BLOOD!'

'He was an alcoholic abuser, who didn't care if you were his biological daughter or not.'

'I killed the man I loved!' she almost screeched, voice reaching breaking point, emotions reaching breaking point.

'You were driving the car; Tom was killed by the cop long before you crashed it.'

She felt so uncomfortable, Jack reciting her life history to her like a novel he'd read obsessively, analysing the events in it, getting his own interpretation, speaking about her most painful secrets with the most unwavering tone.

'I robbed a bank, and shot the three men I was working with.'

'The property was yours and the three men were going to kill the manager Kate.'

'I can't believe you're dealing with this like a daily occurrence.'

She shook her head, and put her gaze back down on the ground.

'Because you won't remember this confrontation in the morning.'

She frowned, and fixed her gaze on the water.

'You drugged me.' She stuttered. 'You knew I wouldn't take the pills so you put them in my water.'

She began to sway on the balls of her feet, and she saw Jack coming toward her to steady her, but she shook her head, and curled up in a corner, between two branches, head leaning on one of them.

'You drugged me.' She repeated to herself. Oh God; maybe he didn't know if Ben was telling the truth about what she had done and he was testing her. He knew Everything.

'Call it even.'

Call it payback she thought he would say, drugging him to get him to sleep; at least it was for his benefit and not hers. Jack was being uncharacteristically selfish in this sense. This Jack was upfront, straight to the point, a man on a mission. But she wasn't sure what he was trying to get from her. She found herself wandering if he'd drugged himself too.

'I do love you' He suddenly spat out, to her surprise. She gathered herself and moved closer to him; either his poker face was on top form or he really meant it.

'In answer to your question.' He finished, and then scratched the back of his head, making her more uncomfortable.

'I wish I didn't though.'

This hurt. This hurt a lot.

'Jack….'

'I wish… I didn't have to feel like I was being stabbed in the gut when Sawyer kissed you, touched you or even talked about you. I wish I didn't spend those moments watching you when I could have been with someone else, but I can't quit it. Most of all Kate, I wish I didn't have to drug you to tell you all this. Because this is my Personal Karma Kate, loving you and you will never know'

She went to speak, but he put a finger to her lips, and looked her straight in the eyes, pools of beautiful brown glistening.

'In the morning I'm going to tell you that it meant nothing and it was a ploy to get you to drop the gun.'

'No…' she pleaded quietly, anything but this.

'I'm sorry Kate, but this is the way it's going to be.'

She reached over, placing her hands on the side of his face; taking in his features, pressing his skin, like he had done with her not too long ago. She reached over and she kissed him. A kiss of desperation and love. A kiss that would not be remembered tomorrow, and probably would never be shared again. He pressed her lips harder to his; hands gripping her forehead, drawing her in. They moved together, kisses deeper, more meaningful, Kate's hands moved down his face to rest around his neck, Jack's left arm pulling her tighter, so tight that it may cause a bruise, but she failed to care. She needed him, she wanted him. She loved him. And the heartbreak that was to follow tomorrow she didn't need to deal with. Because tonight. It was Jack and Kate, nothing to hold them back.

'I don't want to forget this.' She whispered in his ear, then kissing it. He turned to her, lying next to her, and smiled to her sadly.

'You have to Kate.'

'Well maybe… maybe you can reverse it?'

He shook his head, and leaned over to her ear.

'Because when we get back to the beach and you find out why everyone has really been avoiding you. You'll never want to speak to me again.'

Before she could speak a reply, tell him she wont care, she felt her eyes drooping and her awareness slowly leaving her.

'No no no no no.' She hissed. 'Jack tell me now…' she paused to yawn.

'I'm protecting you Kate.' He whispered with what seemed almost desperation. 'If you remember anything. Please remember that I'm doing it for your own good, and I don't regret it, Kate…'

The world grew silent.