Kate

Date: Sometime in 2007

((SPOILER ALERT: IF YOU HAVEN'T SEEN SEASON 3 FINALE NOT ONLY WILL YOU NOT UNDERSTAND THIS BUT YOU WILL BE SPOILED SO STOP READING NOW!!!))

:: This takes place minutes after Kate's meeting with Jack ::

I opened the door slowly and walked in. My heart pounded in my chest. Tom was on the couch, reading a book. I sat next to him.

"Where were you?"

His voice was cold, empty.

"I went to the store."

"What did you buy?" My heart was beating out of my chest, I had been so good at lying before but around Tom...I don't know...

"Uhm..."

"Kate" He sounded angry, strong. "Where were you?!"

"I met up with someone...it was urgent." That's when I saw it again. In his eyes...

He gave me this look that reminded me. It reminded me that no matter what happened, and no matter what anyone did...this wasn't Tom. It wasn't the Tom I knew or loved and there was no way that I could make this work. That's when I felt it. A sharp pain against my cheek as I flung across the room. It hurt. It wasn't the physical pain that affected me most, but I wanted to cry. I wanted to beg and plead with him, I was weaker now than I had ever been; and I was never weak.

"What's more urgent than being here with me?" He glared at me with those eyes.

"Nothing" I admitted; it was true. He returned to the couch and I sat next to him again. I placed my arm around him and gave him a hug.

What are you thinking?

I realized how idiotic I was acting, but I didn't care. I wanted him back more than anything and they gave that to me. Jack wants to go back now as much as he wanted to leave when we were there, but I want to stay here.

I want to see Tom's face, even if it isn't Tom. I want to imagine that he's just as I left him. I want to live here without fear, without running. I want to deny who I am; on that day I was given a second chance, not like the one I received during the crash...a real one. I released Tom and he didn't budge. He stared into his book blankly. On the same page he was when I left him an hour ago. I went into the kitchen, and opened the fridge. I thought of Ben and wondered why Jack went to his funeral; why was Jack so depressed? They gave him everything he asked for yet he still isn't happy...

Or maybe they gave him everything but the one thing he desired. I knew that despite everything we had been through three years ago, all the talk about wanting to be rescued was a lie. He wanted to want to be rescued, and that's when I realized that I wanted it too, more than anything in the world. More than I wanted Tom. I turned the knob to the back door and walked out calmly. I got in my car and drove to the airport; hoping that Jack was still there.

-End-

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