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They stop trying to kid themselves about this being just a fling right around the time Kate blows Sawyer off when he asks if she wants company on one of her food finding missions, and then takes
“Wouldn’t he have been a little more help?”
“No, he would’ve sidetracked me.”
She is surprised she both thought of it, and had the guts to bring it up. Apparently so is
017. finite
So, of course, as soon as Kate realizes this, they break up.
Kate nearly gasps when
“Excuse me?”
“How long did you think this was going to last anyway?”
Later,
They have an expiration date.
018. afterlife
“There goes our last chance off this island,”
“It’s not the last chance. Just a chance.” Kate replies, more for
“There’s not much for me to go back to.” Kate admits, keeping her eyes straight ahead.
“There has to be someone or something.”
Kate can’t make herself answer.
019. outdated
“I’ve got your number, Freckles.”
She turns, hands on hips, “Excuse me?”
“You and Sticks.” Her heart jumps, but she remains expressionless. “Come on, how gullible do you think I am? Just ‘cause you can pull one over on the doc doesn’t mean I can’t see right through your act.”
Kate always knew he’d figure it out first. Jack didn’t look at the little details. He didn’t look to left field. He was used to only seeing men as the competition.
“Never figured you were that kind of girl.”
“Just proves you don’t know me at all.”
She makes no apologies.
020. twilight
“Sayid’s taking me somewhere. I won’t be back until the morning.”
Kate glances up from her laundry. “A date?”
“Thanks.” Kate replies, ignoring any jealousy she feels. This is not exclusive.
She nods, “Sure.”
Kate does see Boone again, except he’s being carried in by John Locke, covered in blood. Jack sends her after the alcohol stash, and Claire chooses then to go into labor and she’s away from the caves for the day.
Charlie comes at twilight, tells her Jack’s still working on Boone, and she knows the news won’t be good in the morning.
All she can see is
021. mourning
Apparently
“What were you thinking?” Kate questions, minutes after she’s convinced Sayid to leave
“Fired one, didn’t I?”
“Shan,” Kate starts, putting a comforting hand on her shoulder.
“I know—“
“No, you don’t!” Shannon’s loud and Kate can feel people watching. “You don’t understand. He was the only thing I had left.”
Kate shakes her head, “No, he wasn’t.”
She doesn’t elaborate on it, just wraps her arms around her legs, an unspoken message that she wasn’t going anywhere.
It must have meant something to
022. heartbeat
She has this feeling that something’s coming.
She over-thinks things, lets scenarios flip through her mind, until
And as she comes, the sound of her own heartbeat drowns out everything else and she can see this all crashing down.
023. endlessly
She can’t find
Later, when she can’t find Sayid either, she calms down a bit. It’s probably just another one of their rendezvous and so she doesn’t worry about it. Too much.
She’s golfing with Jack, to clear her head, and they’re laughing and smiling, and it’s all ruined when the large man she now knows as Eko shows up carrying Sawyer like he’s a ragdoll.
It all happens so fast after that.
The raft is back but Walt isn’t. Sawyer’s got a new bullet wound. There are other people from the opposite side of the island, tail-section survivors. One of them has Sayid. No one mentions
Sayid arrives before dark, and there’s a body cradled in his arms and she can’t breathe because they were supposed to end, but not like this. This can’t be the end.
But it is.