"I'll talk to you tomorrow guys, thanks for coming over." Kate says starting to jog off after Jack.

"Later Kate." Sawyer says shyly.

Kate turns around and runs towards the house.

Claire is left with alone with Jack and Kate's friends.

"Alright people...time to go."

"Hey Claire?" Charlie asks.

"Yeah?"

He stiffens up. "Uh...Um...Goodnight." He says as he turns around to leave.

Claire smiles and blushes. She nods. "Goodnight Charlie."

Luckily no one lived far, and all were in about three blocks radius. Each kid was at most three or four houses from another kid and had a walking buddy to go back home. Plus it was only about eight and there was still some light left in the sky.

Claire headed back in the house once everyone was gone.

"Claire?" She hears her mother call from the living room. She goes in to see what she wants.

"Yeah?" Claire asks.

"Why wont Jack talk to Kate?"

"I don't know, we were playing ghosts in the graveyard and I was chasing him and he just stopped and I ran into him and we fell down and Ana and Sayid didn't see us and soon landed on the pile, and then he just wouldn't talk to her."

"Where did you get that sweetie?" Margo asks looking down to the scrape on Claire's cheek.

"Oh I fell, but Charlie helped me." She blushed while smiling.

"Ooooh, I see." Margo says smiling. She was happy that Claire finally had her first crush. She was also glad it was Charlie because he was one of Kate and Jacks better friends and he was a nice kid who moved from England Jacks first grade year and still kept his accent since he grandparents still used theirs, whom he lived with.

Claire bashfully left her mother and went upstairs to her room. She took out a notebook and started to scribble Claire and Charlie all over the page in little hearts.

She stopped and left her room and she ran into Jacks. "Why are you mad at Kate?" Claire asks forcefully.

"Never mind." Jack says coldly and buries his head in his pillow.

"She doesn't like Sawyer, Jack...she never did." Claire says as she exits his room.

He sits up and wonders why Claire said that after they both said it was Sawyer before.

Kate was sitting in her room crying about why Jack wouldn't talk to her. She figured he must have seen and got the wrong impression. Why did she have to go along with Claire when she said it was Sawyer she liked...when even Claire figured out it was Jack...it wasn't that hard to see.

Christmas was in five days time. Kate hasn't believed in Santa since she was six. But now she needed anyone's help she could get.

She took a piece of notebook paper and started to write.

Dear Santa:

I know it's been a long time but I really just want one thing for Christmas. I just want Jack to forgive me and let me tell him it wasn't what it looks like. That Claire and I lied to him so he wouldn't learn the truth...that I really don't like Sawyer. Please just

Let him talk to me again. Oh and maybe if you throw in some painting things and a

Guitar I would feel better.

Love,

Katherine Austen

P.S. Please let it snow for Christmas.

She folded the small note and slipped it in the front cover of her history book to remind her to mail it. And to keep it safe.

She cried herself to sleep.

The next morning when she woke up she reached over to grab her history book because she wanted to mail the letter this morning. She sat up straight when she realized it wasn't there. She quickly got up and tore her room apart.

"AUNT MARGO!" Kate yelled.

Moments later she came bursting into Kate's room. "What is it baby??" She asks.

"Have you seen my history book?"

Margo takes deep breaths to calm herself down. "Oh...Oh just that...Yeah, Jack forgot his at school so he borrowed yours."

"WHAT?"

Margo looks at her confused not thinking this was going to be a problem.

She rushes out past Margo and into Jacks room. She burst through the door. Jack quickly turns around as Kate comes at him. She grabs the book and opens the front cover without saying anything. She grabs the piece of paper thankful seeing that it was in the exact same spot as before. She turned around and headed for the door.

"What is that, a love note to Sawyer?" Jack says sarcastic.

Kate turns around to face him and huffs.

He's trying to be tough but since Kate has the ability to read him so well she can tell he's hurting. She sees the look on his face, she can tell all he wants to do is cry, and that it looks like he already has. They were only fourth graders, something like this shouldn't hurt them this bad. But this was them she was thinking about. Her feelings were way past fourth grade feelings. And by the looks of it, so were his.

She runs out of his room and continues to run until she reaches the mailbox. She gives the letter a kiss and then slides it in, hoping by some miracle it will help.

She slowly walks back to the house and into her room. She locks the door, turns on her stereo, lies on her bed, and blasts patsy cline.

As soon as Jack heard the music, he wanted to go comfort her, knowing she was really upset. Anytime she listened to Patsy meant she was having a hard time with something. He decided against it. She let him kiss her. Jack was the only one who ever kissed her. It was just so painful to watch another boy kiss her. That was a thing only they did and now someone else was there doing it. He quickly shut the history book and went to his bed to lie down. He just laid there blankly staring off into space. Soon he drifted off to sleep.

By the time dinner came both Jack and Kate were fast asleep in their rooms. Margo had unlocked Kate's door and turned down the music, soon locking it again so Kate really didn't know she had been in there, not wanting to add more tears to her tear-stained face.

She checked on Jack too, he was fast asleep gripping the bedding around him tightly.

"Margo." Christian whispers.

"Be right there." She replies. She kisses her son on the forehead. "It will be alright Jack." She says and leaves the room.

"What is it Christian."

He hands her the letter. "I thought she stopped believing in Santa a long time ago."

She opens it up and reads it.

"Should we get her some supplies and a guitar? Or would that be too obvious that we read it."

"We should, who cares, and we are her parents. But what do you suppose happened?"

"I don't know dear. I hope whatever it is gets resolved soon."

"Yeah. Me too." Christian says.

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"Wake up Jack...Please wake up...SANTA CAME!" Claire yells shaking her brother awake.

"Aaarrggghh." Jack moans as he covers his head up with his pillow wanting to get at least another hour of sleep in before the day starts.

"JACKY...please wake up." Claire pouts.

Jack huffs at this while she's giving him the puppy dog eyes. "FIIINE!" He says and gets up. She quickly turns to leave and he hits her on the butt with his pillow. He laughs lightly to himself.

Suddenly he hears his sister in the hall. "KAAAATE!"

He looks down to the floor, wondering what today would be like, he and Kate are still not talking. How was this going to go during none other than Christmas? He wanted to badly for them to talk again; he knew it was him that was keeping them from doing so. Hopefully his gift would make it up to her. He rubbed his tired eyes and went downstairs.

Margo was sitting playing the piano to get everyone in the Christmas spirit. Every year she would make sure to play 'Have yourself a Merry little Christmas' it was tradition. She smiled at Jack as he made his way down the stairs. He gave her a brief nod. Kate was soon next. Jack laughed lightly at the expression on the girls face; it looks like she was still asleep.

Then they started to open their presents, they all got small things, but then the time came for their final three presents which were always the best ones.

First they all decided who got to open the first present. Everyone selected Claire seeing as she was almost bouncing off the walls.

She had gotten a new tutu. She was so excited to show all her friends at ballet class what Santa got her.

Jack was next. He got two new pairs of cleats.

"One for soccer and one for football." Christian said smiling. Jack had been asking for a new pair for ages, now he got too. He was by far the most talented player on both teams...well maybe Sayid beat him out in soccer, but he was second best.

Kate followed. She opened her rather large present up. It was an easel. She smiled widely at it. Her fingers traced its sleek edges.

Claire went again; she got matching ballet slippers that go with her outfit. She quickly ran off to put both items on. When she was gone Jack received and brand new football and soccer ball to practice with. Then Kate opened her next one. It was a ton of paint supplies. She was ecstatic at this. She mouthed thank you to Margo and Christian as they nodded

Both Margo and Christian then got to open one. Christian got a few new neck ties and Margo a brand new diamond necklace. "Oh it's beautiful." Was all Margo could get out because the sheer stunning ness of this necklace took her breath away.

Next was their last gift.

Claire was so excited. She jumped around her gift like a pixie in her new outfit and slippers. She started to rip it open. She opened the huge box but there was nothing in it but a note. She read it. "Go downstairs?" She questioned out loud. She looked at her parents confused and they just put up their hands and shrugged their shoulders like they didn't know. Claire suddenly burst into all smiles and ran downstairs. The family followed. She let out a loud shriek when she reached the basement. It was her very own dance studio. Mirrors on the wall, polls attached as well, a new floor, and the walls were pink. She saw a huge mirror closet so she ran to it and opened it. There were at least twenty more ballet outfits and shoes in their. She then looked up and noticed there were mirrors on the ceiling as well. She jumped up so many times Jack lost count.

Finally after about twenty minutes of calming her down they were able to go back upstairs to let everyone else open their presents.

Jack was next. His was another big box. He opened it and there was a note in his as well. "Go outside?" He also questioned it out loud. He was so curious on what they got him, but then he figured it had to be something with sports since Claire's all went together. So they all made their way outside.

"WOAAAAH!" Jack yelled as he ran through their backyard. Which now was half a soccer field. He fell to the ground a was all smiles looking up at the sky.

Kate couldn't help but laugh at this reaction. It was totally different than Claire's, but he was still ecstatic. She realized how much she missed him even though he was right there. Then everyone started to freeze so they went back inside.

Kate then figured out what hers was. It had to be an art room. She was happy about it, but she was planning on painting in her room. So she was a little disappointed about what was to come.

The family finally made their way back in the house, after Jack did a few laps to warm up.

Kate had the same thing, a huge box with a note inside. "Go downstairs and open the door with a big yellow ribbon." Kate said out loud just for the others to hear.

Going down the stairs she had to keep telling herself to act surprised and excited. Finally she got to the door and opened it. It was pitch black. She felt the wall to turn on the light.

"Oh My..." Her jaw dropped. She didn't have to act surprised, she was surprised.

"I guess Santa has heard you sing, and thinks you're amazing." Margo says from behind Kate who was looking at her very own recording studio, a sound booth and everything.

Her eyes danced with joy looking at the instruments, and then she saw it, just sitting in the corner on a stand. And then the tears came. "My very own guitar." She sighed.

Jack smiled at her reaction to it; he loved how she looked when she cried, even though he hated having her feel any pain. But this time it was different. It was tears of happiness, and he absolutely couldn't get enough, especially the way her nose wrinkled up which was his most favorite look of hers.

Margo and Christian smiled at each other and then looked towards Kate.

"But, how did you...?" Jack was the only one who knew she wanted a guitar and to someday be in a band. She stopped short...the letter...they must have seen it.

Her eyes shot to Margo. The woman nodded sadly. Kate nodded back.

Soon they went upstairs and it was Margo and Christians turn again.

Christian opened his first; it was a very very expensive wrist watch.

Now was Margo's turn. It was a small thin present. It felt like paper. She slowly opened it so not to rip anything. She gasped when she saw what it was. "FRANCE CHRISTIAN!"

He smiled as she ran to give him a big kiss.

"Are we going too?" Claire asks excited.

"No I'm sorry sweetie; this trip is just for me and mommy. It is our anniversary soon and that was where we went for our honeymoon. You guys are going to California to visit both sets of your grandparents."

"I wanna go to Italy for mine." Kate says not even realizing she said it out loud.

Jack made a mental note.