WREAK

11 December 2015

Summary: Kate wishes the Marshal hadn't awaken when Jack pulled out the shrapnel from his abdomen.

Ship: Jate

Rating: G

A/N: Originally posted on my freelance editing blog.


Taking a break from reburying the Marshal, Kate straightened up and wiped the sweat from her forehead. With a hand on her hip, she stared at the spot where Mars's decomposing remains lay. I wish he didn't wake up when Jack pulled out the shrapnel from his abdomen.

She sighed and shook her head before shoveling more dirt into the grave. It doesn't matter anymore, Kate, she told herself. What's done is done.

Though Mars always reeked of disdain and spite, she could not blame him for warning Jack against her. He did not realize how much she cared about Jack when he showed him her mugshot. And he surely did not give a damn if he wreaked havoc on her relationship with the doctor.

Because, despite assuring her that her past did not matter, Jack would always wonder what she did. So when he caught her sleight of hand earlier, the disappointment and distrust in his eyes surprised her much less than the stabbing pain in her chest upon seeing his reaction. It's Kevin Callis all over again, she bitterly thought.

Finally, she drew herself up and leaned on the makeshift shovel for a minute. She cleaned the shovels as best as she could before replacing them in the duffel bag. She slung the bag over her shoulder and took a few steps towards the grave. "I'm sorry we disturbed your final resting place. Rest in peace, Edward," she muttered before turning around and starting her trek back to the beach camp.


This scene takes place after Jack walks off in episode 1x12 ("Whatever the Case May Be").

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