A Different Future
Title: A Different Future
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Set in the S3 finale. What happens if things had gone differently....warning: Characters deaths.
The sound didn't catch up to her until she saw the look on Jack's face. His head cocked to the side, and his eyes narrowed in confusion as he stared at Locke. Everyone else was silent as they looked on in horror. Of all the things they had anticipated and dreaded that day, none of them had imagined this.
As Jack's legs buckled and he crumpled to the ground, Kate ran to him. Blood was already seeping out of the wound, and she pressed her palm against it, trying vainly to stem the flow. The red stained her fingers, and she was surprised at how hot it was.
"Jack," she begged. "Stay with me. Please."
His chest rattled as he tried to take in a breath. Staring into his eyes, Kate couldn't stop the tears that streamed down her face. She reached out her other hand and ran her fingers through his hair, and mustered a small smile. Leaning over, she brushed her lips against his.
"I love you," she whispered.
She felt the faintest touch against her other hand, causing her to look down. Jack's hand slowly moved over hers, taking it off of his wound and entwining their fingers. Her shoulders shook as her sobs overcame her, and as she moved her eyes to his again, he gave her the faintest of smiles. Then his chest went still and his grasp on her hand went slack.
Kate buried her head in the crook of his neck, letting her cries overtake her. She clutched his hand tightly, wishing that somehow she could give him some of her strength, just enough for him to be okay, to take the smallest of breaths. But his body remained still, and eventually her cries subsided.
Sitting back up, she gently closed his eyes. Then she slowly got to her feet, taking a moment to steady herself as she stared off across the island. The other survivors watched her warily, unsure of what her next move would be.
"I'm sorry, Kate," Locke finally said. "But I had to do it. I couldn't let them find us. If that happens, all will be lost -"
Kate reached into the waistband at the back of her pants and pulled out the handgun she had taken to carrying around with her. Without a word, with tears still sliding down her cheeks, she turned and fired three shots into John Locke's chest. Even as he was falling to the ground, she bent down and picked up the radio still resting in Jack's hand.
"Hello? Hello! Are you there?" a voice crackled through.
Kate lifted the radio to her ear like a phone.
"We are the survivors of Oceanic Flight 815…"
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Set in the S3 finale. What happens if things had gone differently....warning: Characters deaths.
The sound didn't catch up to her until she saw the look on Jack's face. His head cocked to the side, and his eyes narrowed in confusion as he stared at Locke. Everyone else was silent as they looked on in horror. Of all the things they had anticipated and dreaded that day, none of them had imagined this.
As Jack's legs buckled and he crumpled to the ground, Kate ran to him. Blood was already seeping out of the wound, and she pressed her palm against it, trying vainly to stem the flow. The red stained her fingers, and she was surprised at how hot it was.
"Jack," she begged. "Stay with me. Please."
His chest rattled as he tried to take in a breath. Staring into his eyes, Kate couldn't stop the tears that streamed down her face. She reached out her other hand and ran her fingers through his hair, and mustered a small smile. Leaning over, she brushed her lips against his.
"I love you," she whispered.
She felt the faintest touch against her other hand, causing her to look down. Jack's hand slowly moved over hers, taking it off of his wound and entwining their fingers. Her shoulders shook as her sobs overcame her, and as she moved her eyes to his again, he gave her the faintest of smiles. Then his chest went still and his grasp on her hand went slack.
Kate buried her head in the crook of his neck, letting her cries overtake her. She clutched his hand tightly, wishing that somehow she could give him some of her strength, just enough for him to be okay, to take the smallest of breaths. But his body remained still, and eventually her cries subsided.
Sitting back up, she gently closed his eyes. Then she slowly got to her feet, taking a moment to steady herself as she stared off across the island. The other survivors watched her warily, unsure of what her next move would be.
"I'm sorry, Kate," Locke finally said. "But I had to do it. I couldn't let them find us. If that happens, all will be lost -"
Kate reached into the waistband at the back of her pants and pulled out the handgun she had taken to carrying around with her. Without a word, with tears still sliding down her cheeks, she turned and fired three shots into John Locke's chest. Even as he was falling to the ground, she bent down and picked up the radio still resting in Jack's hand.
"Hello? Hello! Are you there?" a voice crackled through.
Kate lifted the radio to her ear like a phone.
"We are the survivors of Oceanic Flight 815…"