Putting On An Act

Authors note: Thanks so much for all the wonderful reviews. If you haven't read my new story "I Will Come Back" please read it. I don't own Lost.

It had been almost a month since her visit with Dr. Johnson, and Kate was doing everything she could to convince Jack that she was better. She put on a good act, she made sure that she ate in front of him; she would clean her plate, and then when he wasn't watching she would sneak off to the bathroom to empty her stomach. As much as she hated lying to him, she had convinced herself that this was the way it had to be.

She couldn't believe that Jack hadn't said anything to her about her weight loss. After weeks of throwing up, she had managed to lose a lot of weight, and now she looked like a skeleton. She figured he probably didn't want to mention it to avoid upsetting her, he was just happy to see her eat something and act more like her old self.

Tonight was the night; he was going to confront her about her recent weight loss. He knew something was going on, but he couldn't figure it out, she had been eating and even acting a lot better, but something was defiantly going on with her. He knew that this was going to be hard, she would probably deny everything, but he knew he couldn't avoid the situation any longer.

He arrived home to find Kate putting the finishing touches on dinner. He could tell that she was making spaghetti, which she knew was his favorite, so he knew she was trying to butter him up for some reason. Perhaps she knew that he was going to talk to her about her weight, or maybe she was going to convince him that she didn't need to go see Dr. Johnson. Whatever the reason, he was going to play along for now.

"Hey," he whispered in her ear as he wrapped his arms around her small waist.

"Hey, how was work today?" She asked him as she turned around to face him.

"Good," He told her as he planted a kiss on her cheek. "How was your day?"

"Good," she replied, "the kids and I went to the park and played for a few hours."

"Sounds like you had a lot of fun," he said, "I'm so happy that you are feeling better."

"I've been meaning to talk to you about that," She started, "I don't think I need to see Dr. Johnson anymore."

"Kate, you know that's not going to happen," He told her as if she was a small child.

"But Jack, I doing fine," she argued, "I'm happy, I've been eating, I'm doing fine."

"Lets just have dinner and then we can talk about this," he told her trying to avoid a fight before dinner.

They sat and ate their dinner in complete silence, even the kids were quiet, they knew that something was going on with their parents, so they ate their dinner without saying a word. The whole time Kate picked at her food, not want to eat, but when she noticed Jack staring at her she began to eat. After dinner Jack got the kids settled in the living room, he put on a movie for them and then returned to the kitchen to help Kate with the dishes. Once he was back in the kitchen he noticed that Kate was gone, she had been disappearing after dinner for the past few days, but Jack didn't seem to think anything of it, until tonight that is.

Jack made his way up the stairs towards the master bedroom when a faint noise coming from the bathroom caught his attention. It sounded like Kate was throwing up, normally he would have assumed that she had the flu, but with everything that had been going on lately he knew better than that. He made his way over to the bed, sat down and put his head in his hands. How could he have missed this, Kate had an eating disorder. She had put on a good act; he believed that she was actually getting better, when the reality was she was getting worse. He was snapped out of his thoughts when he heard the toilet flush and the bathroom door open.

"Jack, what are you doing up here?" She asked him with a surprised look on her face.

"I came to find you," he told her, as he studied her guilty face.

"I'm fine," she told him, as she began to make her way towards the bedroom door.

"We have to talk about this," he told her as he grabbed her arm.

"There is nothing to talk about," she told him.

"You were throwing up," he said, "Why don't you tell me what's going on."

"I'm fine, I just have the flu or something," she said trying to get him to believe her.

"Kate, stop lying to me!" He yelled, "I know what you were doing, you barley touched your food until I started watching you, and then you disappear to the bathroom, to throw up."

"Jack, I'm fine," she said starting to get annoyed with him.

"Kate, I didn't want it to come to this but I'm going to have to put you into the hospital, you have an eating disorder and we need to deal with It." He told her.

"Please Jack, please don't do this to me," she begged him, "I promise I will get better, I will do whatever you want."

"You keep saying that, but you are only getting worse not better," He told her trying to keep from breaking down. "I'm sorry that we lost the baby, but I can't watch you do this to yourself anymore." "The kids need you, I need you, and so I can't just sit back while you slowly kill yourself."

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," she cried, "I can't stop, I just can't."

"I know," he told her as he pulled her close, "that's why I'm going to get you help."

Authors note: Sorry this is really late; hopefully the next chapter will be up by next week but no promises. Only two or three more chapters left. Please review and tell me what you think. Next chapter Kate gets help.