Jun 30, 2007 05:54
The kiss meant nothing. That's what Kate tried to tell herself as she trudged through the jungle the rest of the way to the radio tower, a few steps behind. It was bewildering, and definitely a little out of left field. But what could it possibly mean? She'd been sleeping with Sawyer. Every time Jack twisted the knife a little deeper, she went to Sawyer to twist it even further and then pull it out. Make it hurt, and then absolve her of it completely. Just until it happened again. Which it did. So maybe it wasn't so far out of left field after all. They'd kept Jack somewhere else. A different place from the cages she and Sawyer had been kept in. Maybe they'd tortured him. Hell, maybe they'd brainwashed him. Turning on Ben meant nothing to Kate. She'd turned on her accomplices before. Didn't make her own intentions any less selfish. And it didn't mean she was up to any good either. For all she knew, betraying Ben just meant she had plans of her own.
Besides, she'd kissed Jack too. A lot harder than that. And he'd kissed her back. And wanted her to stay a lot more than that. She shook her head, not understanding where this jealousy was coming from. She didn't want to care about it. Didn't want to be affected by it. But it was still no secret. In fact, everyone from Sawyer to Hurley joked about it. Everyone said that they should just get it over with, but Kate couldn't. Whatever the 'it' was supposed to be. Especially not when they were maybe hours away from rescure. She couldn't be selfish and think about the fact that it was her that he was going to come back for. Her that had sewed him up, the first day they met. Her, that would have broken her back digging rocks out off the cave in to break him free. Her that risked her life to go back to the Others' village to rescue him.
And it was him who traded the guns for her, without a second thought, no matter how angry he was with her for not listening, for not staying back. Him, who picked her up and tried to carry her away from the Others when she'd been hit by a dart. Him, who she'd got caught in a net with after he'd tried to save her from what was a booby-trap only obvious to him. He's the one who didn't treat her any differently, knowing she'd killed a man. Who still talked to her after she kissed him, and ran. And he still saved her, after he saw her and Sawyer... after she broke his heart.
The entire time they'd been stranded on that godforsaken island, they'd spent most of it saving each other. And there was no doubt that, no matter what they did with other people, or how far apart they felt, that there was no one who felt the way about her that Jack did, and no one who felt the way about Jack that she did.
He proved it when he told her he loved her.
Kate Austen
Lost
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