Because I said so.
OOC: Taken place after "The Hunting Party" in Season 2.
Jack was beyond annoyed. He was infuriated. He distinctly remembered a time which now seemed like years ago when he had said "You want me to be a leader until I make a decision you don't like." Things hadn't changed in the least. In fact, now that he thought about it, they had actually worsened.
There was always going to be the problem of a certain John Locke. Distention was bound to happen, he understood that. While there were those he almost counted on butting heads with day in and day out there were also those who he depended on for support. Not all were technically friends, but he hated using the word "allies". That sounded so militaristic. The last thing he wanted people calling him was a dictator. He'd be lucky if they didn't already.
Now the one person who he felt safe in calling a friend did more than disagree with him. She had blatantly disregarded his instructions and gotten herself captured in the process. It wasn't a matter of ego. He was trying to keep her, and as many people as possible safe. That's all he had ever tried to do. Why could no one see that? Obviously Kate didn't and she ended up with a gun to her head.
That moment had scared Jack more than anything he could remember. As a surgeon he had become far too familiar with death and had even become somewhat immune to it on a superficial level. Like everything, circumstances were different when the person whose death seemed imminent was someone you knew well and cared about.
This whole situation could have been avoided if she would have just listened, stayed behind and pushed that damn button. How hard was that? Apparently a skill like listening which one should have learned back in grade school was in short supply on the Island. He half wondered the the Hatch magically had some of that in it's stores too.
Jack was well aware of the sound of grass crunching behind him and just who was making the sound. Every now and again her voice would sound in protest and Jack would look determinedly forward. They were alive for the moment, but how long would that last? Ensuring her freedom had required the surrender of the precious few firearms in his possession. Gritting his teeth, Jack thought, "Oh yeah, that makes me feel really fucking safe now."
With fists clenched he kept his eyes forward with jaw firmly clamped shut. Jack knew that should his mouth open, the only thing that would come out of it would be a string of angry yells... which might not be that bad of an idea.
Jack was beyond annoyed. He was infuriated. He distinctly remembered a time which now seemed like years ago when he had said "You want me to be a leader until I make a decision you don't like." Things hadn't changed in the least. In fact, now that he thought about it, they had actually worsened.
There was always going to be the problem of a certain John Locke. Distention was bound to happen, he understood that. While there were those he almost counted on butting heads with day in and day out there were also those who he depended on for support. Not all were technically friends, but he hated using the word "allies". That sounded so militaristic. The last thing he wanted people calling him was a dictator. He'd be lucky if they didn't already.
Now the one person who he felt safe in calling a friend did more than disagree with him. She had blatantly disregarded his instructions and gotten herself captured in the process. It wasn't a matter of ego. He was trying to keep her, and as many people as possible safe. That's all he had ever tried to do. Why could no one see that? Obviously Kate didn't and she ended up with a gun to her head.
That moment had scared Jack more than anything he could remember. As a surgeon he had become far too familiar with death and had even become somewhat immune to it on a superficial level. Like everything, circumstances were different when the person whose death seemed imminent was someone you knew well and cared about.
This whole situation could have been avoided if she would have just listened, stayed behind and pushed that damn button. How hard was that? Apparently a skill like listening which one should have learned back in grade school was in short supply on the Island. He half wondered the the Hatch magically had some of that in it's stores too.
Jack was well aware of the sound of grass crunching behind him and just who was making the sound. Every now and again her voice would sound in protest and Jack would look determinedly forward. They were alive for the moment, but how long would that last? Ensuring her freedom had required the surrender of the precious few firearms in his possession. Gritting his teeth, Jack thought, "Oh yeah, that makes me feel really fucking safe now."
With fists clenched he kept his eyes forward with jaw firmly clamped shut. Jack knew that should his mouth open, the only thing that would come out of it would be a string of angry yells... which might not be that bad of an idea.