Chapter 7 : The Reason

Jack couldn't believe it. She loved Sawyer, not him, Sawyer. He started to feel like he was going to cry, but he stopped himself. Instead he was pissed, angry as hell as he stomped through the jungle, not paying attention to where he was going.

How could she love a man like Sawyer? Better question how could she love a man like him? Once and a while him and Kate had fun together, but the bad outweighed the good. More than once he had made her cry and other times, against even his own will, he felt disappointed in her. Disappointed for not being the woman he wanted her to be. Thinking back it shouldn't have been that way. He should have just loved her, her and all of her baggage. There wasn't anything he could have done to change her past that made her the way she was. He should have just been more accepting.

He made his way to the beach, barely being able to make out people down the beach. He was far from everyone and everything and he had never felt more alone. He looked out at the ocean, kneeling down on the sand. How was he supposed to stay on this island and not have her? To know she was with Sawyer, of all people. Anything seemed better than reality.

"You okay?" Ana's voice snapped him out of his reverie.

He refused to look up. "Fine," he barked, hoping she would just go away.

Ana knelt in the sand next to him. "What happened?" she asked, looking out in the direction he was.

It seemed like she wasn't going anywhere. He knew they had had a connection in the airport bar. Maybe if she had been the one to end up on his side of the island, things would have turned out differently. "Nothing," he almost whispered, knowing the truth might hurt her. He looked over meeting her gaze.

"You sure?" she asked, her brow furrowing. She was sure something was wrong. She had never seen him down like this before. He always seemed to have it together. Sure, he had been in mourning for his father when they had first met, but he had still seemed in control. Now he seemed lost.

Jack wasn't sure what he was doing, but he leaned in towards her, his hands coming up to grab her shoulders, pulling her body to his, crushing his lips against hers.

Ana offered little resistance, her hands coming up to his chest, at first to push him away, but then clutching a hold of his shirt, as his tongue sought out hers. She figured he needed it, hell she needed it too, as much as she hated to admit it.

Jack needed some acceptance and wasn't sure what he would have done, had Ana pulled away. He felt her give into him and was grateful that someone needed this like he did. He realized he was now doing to Ana what Kate had done to him. Only he had nowhere and no one to run to.

Jack slowly pulled back, looking Ana in the eye, both slightly panting from the intensity of it. His hands dropped from the small of her back. "I'm sorry," he whispered, his eyes dropping to the sand.

"S'okay," she whispered back. "I needed it too," she smirked at him.

Jack nodded and smirked back. "Would you just sit here with me for a little while?" he asked.

"Yeah, I can do that," she told him.

They sat, looking out at the ocean, communicating without words. They both needed some one, something, a reason to keep going, to not give up. They knew it would be a while before they were rescued. The two most independent people on the island, might just have to learn to lean on each other, to fill the void they both had. It may have been for all the wrong reasons, but neither could complain. At least they would have each other.