A Jate fanfiction
He was in unfamiliar settings. He remembered the bag being put over his head and that was it. He remembered sharing a long look with Kate. But that was all that he remembered. Now, as he stared up at the top of the hut with his hands tied, he wondered. What was going to happen next? Jack had a bunch of questions for the others. Whether they would be answered…well, that depended. He also wondered how much time had passed. A day? Two? It couldn't have been much though.
And Jack had to admit that he was a little scared. He wondered what was happening to Kate and Sawyer. He was more afraid for them then he was afraid for himself. If they were safe, Jack thought that he would be okay with it. He wondered if they were alone or if they were together.
The latter thought made him feel instantly jealous. He tried to shove that out of his mind, and then the door to the hut opened. In stepped Henry Gale. Or the leader of The Others. He was grinning maliciously.
"How does it feel to be the one locked up now, Jack?" he asked. Jack gritted his teeth but didn't say anything. No, he didn't like it, but of course he was not about to admit it.
"Where's Kate?" was all Jack said. Henry laughed.
"Where's Kate?" he mocked. "That's all you want to know, isn't it?" he asked. "I heard you say her name in your sleep. Well actually, you shouted her name." Henry smirked. "You love her don't you?"
Jack didn't say anything. He just nodded. He did love her. The problem was, he knew that Sawyer loved her too and he didn't know who Kate loved. He shivered a bit at the thought. But maybe he was catching a slight chill. He felt tired, that was for sure.
But suddenly a whip was being struck on his back. Jack tried not to cry out in pain. Henry Gale smiled.
"Every time you mention Kate, I'm going to whip you." He said. "Since you've already mentioned her twice, here's another one." And he slapped Jack's back hard again. It didn't quite bleed, but it was a close thing.
Jack's eyes had murder in them. No, not murder. Hatred. He hated the Others. He hated Michael for betraying them. He sighed and then he slept. And as he slept Kate and Sawyer were brought in. Sawyer looked awful. He had a black eye and his shirt was ripped and he was bleeding. Kate looked unharmed.
The hut was then shut and Kate and Sawyer spotted Jack on the floor. Kate winced as she saw the whips in Jack's back. Both of them went to Jack's side and shook him awake. Jack blinked at the sight of them.
"Kate? Sawyer?" he asked them quietly. "How?" Kate shushed him.
"They've been questioning me and Sawyer," she whispered. "Of course Sawyer irritated them, which is why he looks like that." Jack sat up and saw Sawyer's face.
"Nothing broken I hope," Jack stated more then asked.
"Nothing, doc." Sawyer replied. "You know me, doc. I just wanted to have a little fun with them, that's all." Sawyer gave a wiry grin. Jack half smiled. Typical Sawyer. It really was.
"What about you, doc?" Sawyer asked. Jack glanced at Kate who was also looking at him with some concern.
"I'm fine." Jack replied. Kate looked at him. Jack could tell that she didn't believe him. And Jack wasn't so sure himself. Already he could feel himself drifting in and out of consciousness. Kate responded by stroking his forehead. Sawyer looked on, jealous.
"Freckles, he's okay, right?" Sawyer asked. Kate grimaced. Sawyer always called her that. He had his nicknames for everyone.
"I don't know. I think he's hurt." Kate said. She looked at Jack's back again. Blood was staining Jack's shirt. Sawyer shook his head.
"More then that is wrong with the doc." Sawyer replied. He wondered exactly how long it had been since they had been captured. Sawyer was guessing a couple of days. Kate stared at Sawyer.
"What do you mean?" she demanded. Sawyer just shrugged. He didn't know what was wrong with the doc, he could just tell it was more then him being beaten by the others.
"Ask Jack." Sawyer said, turning away. Kate looked slightly hurt. But then she turned her attention to Jack. His head was in her lap and Kate gently shook him awake.
"Are you sure you're okay?" Kate whispered. Jack blinked. His head was pounding, and the wounds on his back were stinging. Was he okay? Not really. But he'd live.
"I'm sure." Jack replied.
"You don't look it." Kate pressed.
"I haven't been sleeping well." That was the truth, if it was only half a truth. Jack hadn't been sleeping well, too busy being worried about Sawyer and Kate. And he had a right to be worried. Sawyer looked just as bad as himself, if not worse.
"That's all?" Kate asked. Jack stared straight ahead.
"I'm sorry." He said suddenly. Jack had been bothered by this for awhile. He felt like he was the one who caused them getting captured. He thought he had a plan, but it had backfired.
"Oh Jack," Kate said, "Why are you sorry? This is not your fault."
"It's Michael's." That came from Sawyer. Sawyer said it through angry, gritted teeth. "When I get my hands on that traitor…" Sawyer made a violent gesture.
Jack sighed tiredly. He wondered why the others had put them all together. Weren't they worried that they were going to make some kind of plan or something to escape? Or maybe this was all part of their plan? Jack didn't know.
"But the plan wasn't fail safe," Jack said. "I let Michael walk us straight into a trap." Jack said, his voice getting louder. "God damn it, I let him walk us straight into a trap!" Sawyer and Kate stared at him. Kate had seen Jack yell before, but still it shocked her every time that he did it.
"Calm down, Jack, It's not your fault." Kate said looking intently at him, and noticing that he was rather short of breath and looking pale. "Jack?" she asked. "Are you okay?" That was the second time she had asked him in a span of minutes. "Are you dizzy? Sick?" Kate pressed. Maybe if she forced him to answer the questions, he finally would.
"Jack?" she repeated when he didn't answer. Jack had one arm against the hut, the other on his forehead, on his throbbing head. Jack sighed. He wasn't sick exactly, but he was very dizzy.
"It's just a headache." Jack replied. It might be a migraine, Jack couldn't tell. He used to get migraines when he was particularly stressed out from his job. Being a doctor meant that he had a very stressful time indeed. And then the door to the hut opened once again.