Almost Home (Jack/Kate AU) PG-13 - Lost-Forum.com

Jess* · 12-07-2005, 01:40 AM

Title: Almost Home
Rating: PG for now; but eventually it will go up.
Pairing: Jack & Kate (who else could I ever write about?)
Summary: AU - Post Rescue. Kate left on the raft instead of Sawyer, and the rafters got rescued. Kate slipped away without being noticed, and everyone told the police she was dead. Jack's had Kate on his mind constantly, and then . . . she shows up. So begins their life together.
Status of fic: WIP!
Author's Notes/Disclaimer: I don't own Lost, or ABC, nor am I affiliated with them in anyway. I bow to J.J. and Damon.

Thanks to Whit for reading this before I posted it. Chapter Four should be up within a day or two. Let me know what y'all think.

Chapter One

Jack was surprised how fairly easy it was to slip back into his old life. After over a month on the island, he would have thought that life back home would have been hard to get re-adjusted to. But, it wasn’t. His old job was still there, just as he had left it. His hands could still skillfully perform any procedure without hesitation. It was almost as if he had never been gone, the plane had never crashed. Sometimes he wondered if he’d really been here all along, and the entire island had just been some crazy dream.

The only thing that put a halt to the illusion it had been a dream was the consistent pang in Jack’s heart whenever he let his mind drift to her. He had tried to talk her out of leaving on the raft, out of running. Wouldn’t have been better for her to just finally stop? But she was so stubborn, that was for sure. She barely even listened to him, let alone took him seriously.

Of course she had managed to sneak off, flashing a fake ID and a smile, disappearing before the camera crews showed up. And when they’d all be questioned about if they’d met the prisoner, the one who‘d been escorted by the marshal, they all answered that she had been alive when the plane crashed, but had sustained enough wounds to do her in within the first few days. She had been burned in the fuselage with the rest of the victims. Jack couldn’t help but wonder how much trouble they’d all get in, if she ever was found.

Part of Jack still hated Sawyer for offering Kate his spot on the raft. He could have gotten her killed. And part of him was still jealous of the soft kiss that she had placed on Sawyer’s cheek when thanking him.

But it was Jack who got the good-bye hug. A long, hard hug. She hadn’t spoken a word, just held him for a few good minutes. She had felt so tiny in his arms, and he had wanted nothing more than to beg her to stay, to offer to protect her from anything she was afraid of. A surprising urge to kill anyone who had ever tried to hurt her, or ever would again swelled within him. But most of all, he had wanted to kiss her.

He had done none of those things. When she had finally pulled away, and looked at him with tears in her eyes, the only thing he’d been able to say was, “I’ll miss you.” He had spoken the words so softly that he still wondered if she had even heard what he’d said. When she had turned to walk towards the raft, he had to leave. He didn’t want anyone, especially her, to see the tears that he couldn’t hold back.

In the two months since Jack had been home, he had beaten himself up with regret. There were so many things he should have said to her, so many things he had wanted to. Why hadn’t he just leaned over and kissed her good-bye? Would that have changed anything, maybe made her stay?

But stay for what? So she could get cuffed and whisked off to jail the minute they get rescued? A part of him still believed that deep down she was good. It always had, and always would. She couldn’t have done whatever it was she had been accused of. There was just something so innocent in her eyes.

But what bothered Jack most was not knowing where she was. Who was she with? Did she have enough food? Could she get money? Was she safe, was she scared?

Did she ever wonder what he was doing?

Sighing, Jack quickly rubbed his eyes, and then picked up the styrofoam coffee cup he’d been nursing for the past half hour. Tossing it into a corner trashcan in the staff lounge, he opened the door and headed back towards his office.

His mind was so wrapped up in his thoughts of her, that he almost didn’t believe his eyes when he walked into his office and saw her sitting on his desk, playing with his stethoscope. Jack stared at her for several seconds, trying to get a grasp on the situation that lay before him.

Finally, he spoke.

“Kate?”

Chapter Two

Kate smiled a little awkwardly, and sat the stethoscope down. She hopped down off his desk, and glanced around the office. “It’s a nice little office you have here, Jack. I was really hoping I had the right Jack Shepard. Well, it wasn’t really that hard. You’ve been in the papers, you know.”

She laughed, and studied him carefully, waiting for a reaction. Maybe this had all been a bad idea. What had she been thinking looking Jack up, deciding to come to him? She pulled her jacket tighter around her, and glanced at the floor. Shaking her head, Kate headed towards his office door.

Jack stopped her, placing a hand on each of her shoulders. He couldn’t come up with anything to say, nothing seemed quite right. He just kept glancing down at her, moving his eyes up and down her body. Kate was standing in front of him. It just didn’t seem real. His raised his hand to her hair, and softly touched a curl.

Yup, she was real. This wasn’t a hallucination. Upon this knowledge he finally choked out, “Kate.”

That was all Kate needed to know she had made the right decision. Letting out a quick sigh of relief, she nodded, “It’s nice to know you remember my name, Jack. I was worried I’d just be some distant memory by now. . .”

Jack opened his mouth, and then closed it. He rubbed his neck, and almost laughed. “What are you doing here, Kate? How’d you get here? Where have you been these past two months? Do you have money?” It was as if now that he had finally found and turned on the invisible faucet that controlled his words, he didn’t remember how to shut it off. “Where did you get clothes from? Have you been staying with someone? Are you alright? No one’s spotted you, have they? The authorities, they still think you’re dead, right?”

Kate laughed lightly, tucking a curl behind one ear. “Slow down, Jack. One question at a time, okay?” She glanced around his office, darting her eyes from place to place. He thought she looked a bit nervous. “Let’s talk, but not here. Can we go to your house?”

Jack was a bit taken aback by the question at first. Quickly recovering he nodded, “Yeah, it’s about ten minutes from here. My shift just ended, so, uh. . . we could leave now. I can drive us. Unless. . . unless you have car. Do you have a car, Kate?”

Rolling her eyes, Kate laughed again, this time more energetically. “Yeah, Jack. Brand new one. Claimed a bunch of inheritance when I got off the raft. . . you know everyone in the family wanted to leave everything to the crazy, assumed-dead relative who’s wanted by US Marshals.”

Jack rolled his eyes, but smiled. “How exactly are we supposed to get you out of here?” He highly doubted anyone would recognize who she was. It wasn’t like her picture was being displayed on the evening news. They thought she was dead. But still, at least someone would think it was weird to see him leaving with a girl no one had seen before. They’d start talking, and the last thing he wanted was to draw attention to her.

Kate shrugged, “I just walked right in. Came up the back stairs, actually. I can’t believe you don’t lock your office, Jack. Anyone can just walk in. I would have thought you to be much more careful than that. . .” Her voice trailed off, and she smiled at him, her eyes dancing with amusement.

As hard as he tried, Jack couldn’t stop smiling. Kate was standing in front of him. He didn’t know why she was at his office, what she needed, or if anything was wrong, but at the moment that wasn’t what mattered. What mattered was that, no matter the reason, she was there with him.

An idea dawned on him, and he laughed out loud just thinking about it. Kate gave him a curious look, but before she could speak Jack made his way over to his desk, picking up the stethoscope she’d been fiddling with.

Kate shook her head, placing her hands on her hips. “You’re not giving me a physical. I’m perfectly fine, besides I don’t think this is the time or place. And I’m not taking off my clothes. . .” She smiled, and winked.

Jack laughed, finding it funnier than it probably actually was. He mentally lectured himself. He needed to keep it together, he couldn’t tell her how happy he was she was there. “I’m not going to use it on you, Kate.” He placed it around her neck, and then picked up an extra lab coat. “Here, put this on.”

Kate took it, finally realizing what Jack’s idea was. “I dressed up as a doctor for Halloween once. Scrubs and all. . .” She quickly put on the jacket, and posed as though she was modeling for Jack. “What do you think? I did deliver Claire’s baby, after all. . .”

Jack nodded, “I think it’s a little big for you.” Opening a drawer, he handed her a mask. “To finish the ensemble.”

“Are you serious?” Kate demanded. “That’s taking it a little too far. . .” She held up the green doctor’s mask, and stared at it, almost in disdain. Shaking her head, she attempted to hang it back to Jack.

Jack laughed, amused by her expression. “Come on, Kate. Put it on. You don’t want people to see your face, do you? Let’s not risk it. There’s cameras all over this place. You never know who could be looking at one. . .”

Kate relented. There had always been something about Jack, something that she thought felt the need to protect her. In the time they’d spent together on the island she hadn’t been able to figure out what exactly inspired this feeling on him. When something dangerous would happen in the jungle, he had always grabbed her by the waist, protecting her. Well, she had felt protected. Who knows what good Jack’s arm would have done had they been faced with real danger, but he had always made her feel safe. And needed. And. . .

“Kate!” Jack’s voice broke through her thoughts, and she glanced at him, getting the feeling it wasn’t the first time he’d tried to get her attention.

Her suspicious were confirmed when he spoke. “Deep in thought?”

She shook her head, now glad she had the mask on to hide her reddening cheeks. “Just thinking it was weird to see you in a real room,” she lied. “We’d better get going. It’s getting late.” Kate knew she sounded ridiculously lame, but she didn’t know what else to say.

Jack nodded, “Follow me, but not too closely. Look like you know where you’re going okay?” He opened his office without waiting for a response, and headed out, towards the backstairs. He quickly made his way to the parking garage, trying not to glance over his shoulder to make sure she was still there. Finally arriving at his car, he looked behind him.

Kate was standing there, the mask removed. She made her way around the car to the passenger side. “Nice car. How do you breathe behind those things, anyway?”

Pressing the button to unlock his door, he gave her a confused stare, “Excuse me?”

“The masks,” Kate rolled her eyes. “I think I’d suffocate if I had to perform a whole surgery behind one.” She got in and buckled her seatbelt. Giving him a sweet smile, she asked, “Would you like me to duck down in the backseat.”

Jack didn’t dignify her comments with a response, just put the car in reverse, and slowly exited the parking garage. An uncomfortable silence fell between them. It had been so long, and the circumstances they were now in were so different. There had been no one for Kate to be scared of on the island, and no consequences for Jack for being with her. The tension was palpable on the ride home, as if they were both letting this knowledge seep in.

Whatever awkwardness had formed, weakened when Kate saw Jack’s house. “Wow, Jack, this is quite the place you have here. . .” She glanced at him, almost in awe. “How much do they pay you?”

“Too much,” Jack responded with a grin. He pulled the car into the garage and quickly got out. Before Kate even had her seatbelt undone, he was around to her door, opening it for her.

Kate smiled her thanks, then followed him into the house. Glancing around at the decorations, she was a bit disappointed. She had expected it to be more ornate. The couches looked comfortable, and his TV was huge. A few family photos decorated the wall, and three weeks worth of TV Guides lay on the coffee table next to an empty pizza box. “Not exactly tidy, are we?”

“I’ve been working a lot,” Jack replied, shrugging. “A whole lot since I got home. I just didn’t want to have to think about everything that went on. Plus,” he motioned to his answering machine that blinked the number ‘23’, “I’ve been getting dozens of calls every day from someone wanting an interview. I’ve changed my number three times already.”

Kate nodded, slightly bemused. She pulled her hand to her cheek, resting against it softly. It was nice to be back with Jack. More than nice, but she didn’t have the energy to process everything it made her feel. There’d be time for that later, hopefully. She yawned, quickly covering her mouth.

Jack was getting ready to start questioning her again, when he saw her yawn. He stared at her, momentarily captivated by the small, every-day gesture. “Tired?” he asked softly.

Kate nodded, “Do you mind if I stay? Your couch looks comfortable. . .” She didn’t know what she’d do if he said no, this moment had been on her mind for the past two months. She had carefully gone over every scenario possible, and she had always found she couldn’t finish the ones where he told her to leave.

“I have something better than a couch for you,” Jack told her. He motioned for her to follow, and led her upstairs. He opened a wooden door to a furnished pale yellow room. “How’s this?”

“This rooms beautiful, Jack,” Kate said softly, glancing around it. All the furniture was oak, and the quilt and curtains both appeared to be hand-made. She lightly ran her hand over the quilt, it was so soft. How long had it been since she’d slept in a real bed?

“Make your self comfortable,” Jack told her nodding. “The bathroom’s through that door, I’ll be back in a few minutes to see if you need anything.” He smiled softly, and left the room, slowly shutting the door behind him.

Quickly, Jack headed to his bedroom, washing his face and changing out of his work clothes. He grabbed his terry-cloth robe off his bed, and made his way back towards her room. He knocked softly on the bedroom door, and when Kate didn’t answer, he opened it peaking in. He couldn’t help but smile at what he found.

Kate was already cuddled under the covers, fast asleep.

Laying the dark blue robe in the chair next to his bed, Jack stood, just staring at her. Somewhere from the back of his mind a thought that he could probably do that all night appeared. Deciding that might not be for the best, he leaned over and placed a light kiss on her forehead.

“Good-night, Kate,” he whispered, before shutting the door and returning to his own bedroom, wondering if he‘d be able to get any sleep.

[con't in next post]

Jess* · 12-07-2005, 01:41 AM

Chapter Three

Kate awoke the next morning to the very distinct smell of coffee. And in a comfortable bed, none-the-less. A very comfortable bed. She jerked up, her eyes darting around the room, her nerves on edge. Where was she? Suddenly, all the events of the previous evening came rushing back.

She was with Jack.

Letting that thought sink in, she relaxed back into the pillows. A happy sigh escaped her lips, and she almost drifted back to sleep. However, the thought of Jack downstairs, and the smell of coffee became too much. She threw back the covers and got out of bed, heading for the door. However, the quick glance of herself she caught in the full length mirror stopped her. Her clothes were very wrinkly, and a bit sweaty. Frowning at her reflection, Kate tried to figure what to do about it.

Her gaze fell upon the robe draped across the chair next to her bed. Quickly discarding her clothing, she slipped the robe on, making sure it was tied securely. She took the steps downstairs two at a time and breezed into the kitchen. “It’s like one of those Foldger’s commercials!”

Jack looked up from the paper he was reading, a bit startled by her sudden appearance, and puzzled by her remark. He gave her a questioning look, and stood up, making his way to the coffeemaker and pouring her a cup.

Taking the coffee from him, she smiled. “You know, something like Jimmy gets home for the holidays in the middle of the night and wakes the entire house up with the smell of coffee. And then the whole family gathers ‘round the table and they all embrace!” She took a sip.

Jack laughed and shook his head, “Whatever you say, Kate.” His eyes traveled across her body, and for a split second he wondered what, if anything, she had on under the robe. He quickly pushed the thought from his mind. As he tried to focus on something else, he noticed how small she looked in his robe. She was so tiny.

“Have you been eating alright, Kate?” Jack questioned, taking a step closer to her. He cupped her face in his hands, and looked into her eyes. Despite her happy expression, she looked exhausted. “Do you sleep okay?” Kate had been thin on the island, but she seemed even skinnier now. And she didn’t have weight on her to lose. “Let me make you breakfast, alright?” She even looked paler, which he supposed could be attributed to the fact she probably wasn’t baking herself in the sun for numerous hours a day.

Kate smiled at his concern. That was one of the parts of him she’d missed most. Hardly anyone in her life had ever seemed to care about her well-being as much as he did. “I’m fine, Jack. Really. Things have been rough, but I’ve been eating. And sleeping. And you don’t have to fix me anything, I’ve never been much of a breakfast person.”

Jack was almost annoyed at her lack of concern for herself. She had never seemed to want to put her well-being first, and that had driven him crazy on the island. Clearing his throat, he sat back down. “I have to be into work in an hour, but feel free to make yourself comfortable again. There’s a shower two doors down from the room you stayed in last night, and I can show you where the laundry room is. . .”

Kate sat her mug down on the counter. He wanted her to stay another night? Did she even want to, could she? “Jack,” she started. “I don’t want to --”

“There has to be some reason you came here, Kate,” Jack interrupted her. He glanced out the window, as if trying to find the right words. “We haven’t even gotten a chance to talk yet. You don’t have to leave. It’s not like you have anywhere you have to be, right?”

Momentarily stung by his last few words, Kate glanced down at her feet. “No. Nowhere I have to be. . .” She took a seat on the stool next to him. “I’ve been in a small Oregon town.”

Giving her his full attention, Jack nodded, waiting for her to continue. “Really small. Hardly anyone has a TV, I don’t think they’d even heard about the rescue. I worked at a little diner, slept in an abandoned van. It was okay for awhile, I mean, there was no way anyone would have ever found out who I really was. They just knew me as Lilly. But after awhile I. . .” she stopped talking for a moment, and looked away from him.

“I just wanted someone to call me by my name. I just wanted to be me for a little while again. And I knew you lived in L.A., so I took a train. I didn’t know where anyone else lived, and you really weren’t too far from where I’d been staying. . .” Kate shrugged, that was as much of an explanation as she could give him. She didn’t want to delve into the fact that she’d been wanting to see him since the second she stepped off that raft.

Her reason for choosing him wasn’t exactly what Jack had been hoping for, but it was good enough. She was here now, that was all that mattered. The reasons why weren’t what was important. He wanted her to stay for as long as she needed.

Jack was silent for several moments, not knowing quite what to say. “Come upstairs, I want to show you something.”

Interested, Kate followed Jack back upstairs to the bedroom she had spent the night in. He stood for a moment, in front of the closet doors, just staring at them. Finally, he opened them, revealing to her an entire woman’s wardrobe. It was nearly a full minute before he spoke, “I think. . . I think she was a little taller than you. But everything should fit okay. If you don’t want to wear that robe all day, you can take whatever you want out of here.”

Kate stared at him, confused. Who was a little taller than her? These clothes had belonged to a woman, but who? Not his mom, she figured. They looked more like something someone younger would wear. Had a woman been living here with Jack? Who was she? Instead of asking any of these questions, she just nodded, “Thanks, Jack.”

Jack spent the next several minutes giving Kate the tour of rooms she would need to use during the day. The large bathroom contained a whirlpool bathtub, and Kate decided she was definitely going to take a soak in it before her visit was done. The laundry room was downstairs, off of the kitchen, and he began to explain how to work the washing machine.

Kate interrupted him with her laugh. “It’s okay, Jack. I’m not that primitive, I’ve used a washing machine before.” She began to play with her hair as another awkward silence fell over them. Glancing around the laundry room, she began to mentally panic. Why was it this way? Maybe all her fears were right, and they wouldn’t be able to get along in the real world. Maybe whatever they had shared on the island, whatever feelings she might have had for him, had meant nothing.

When she looked up to him, Jack was staring at her intensely, a small smile on his face. “What?” she asked softly.

“It’s just that I can’t believe it,” Jack said shaking his head. “That you’re here, Kate. I . . . I wondered about you, you know? I hoped you were okay.” He stepped forward, and in one quick motion, had her wrapped in a hug. He held her tightly, and whispered into her hair, “I’m really glad you’re okay, Kate.”

Kate allowed herself to wrap her arms around him. The only time she’d ever been this close to him before was their good-bye hug on the island. Then she hadn’t wanted to let go, she’d been afraid she’d never see him again. Now she was afraid that if she released him, what she was feeling would disappear, and she wouldn’t be able to find it again.

Jack pulled away first. Not completely though, just far enough to look into her eyes. She stared back wordless, and the overwhelming desire to kiss him seized her. But she didn’t. Clearing his throat, he spoke, “I better go, Kate. I have some paperwork to do. I’ll see you tonight. You don’t have to wait up.”

With that he was gone, and she was left alone feeling more overwhelmed and confused than she had in a long time.

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In the span of three hours Kate had put her clothes into wash (along with some of Jack’s, she couldn’t just wash hers alone, now could she?), showered, dressed in an outfit (that, in her own humble opinion, was entirely too WASPy and bland for anyone to look good in) from the closet, put all the clothes into the dryer, washed dishes, and cleaned Jack’s living room. She had allowed her hair to dry in its usual messy style of curls. As she glanced in a mirror she noticed that her particular coif didn’t exactly match the style of clothes she was wearing. Kate felt as though she should be blonde. And maybe tan. She just didn’t feel right in a stiff-collared polo, and she probably never would.

Then, Kate tried to read magazines. That lady who had been on Lois and Clark, the old Superman show, on the cover of Entertainment Weekly. That baseball team from Boston on the cover of Sports Illustrated. Tom Cruise and the girl from Dawson’s Creek on the cover of People. Charlie and Claire on the cover of People.

That one stopped her. They looked so happy. Charlie was smiling at Claire, and Claire was gazing down at Aaron. The photographer had captured such a real moment between the two of them, that Kate had to try and catch her breath.

The article about them was absolutely beautiful. They had fallen in love on the island, they said. And they were living together now! And Charlie had proposed, two weeks after their rescue. Why wait, he told People. When you’re in love, you just go for it.

Without knowing it, Kate had been crying. Crying out of happiness for her one-time friends, crying for things she would never be able to have. Hearing the front door open, and Jack’s footsteps nearing, she quickly tried to wipe her tears.

“You’re home early!” she exclaimed, hoping he hadn’t seen her wipe away the few salty remains from her pity-fest.

Clearly, from the look in Jack’s eyes, he had. However, he didn’t say anything about it. Instead, he just nodded and her and headed over to a small cabinet and twisted a knob, opening it. He took out a bottle of whiskey, and poured himself a glass. “You look nice, Kate.”

She laughed, and tried to ignore how weird she thought it was that the first thing he did when he got home was pour himself a drink. “Hard day, Jack?”

“Not really,” Jack said, honestly. He took a long drink, and then refilled his glass. “Not too much to deal with today. The chief surgeon sent me home, told me I’d been working too hard, needed a break.” He held up his glass. “Want something?”

Kate almost agreed, but then shook her head. “No, I’m okay. . .” She glanced around the room, trying to come up with a topic. “Did you see Charlie and Claire on People?”

Jack laughed, taking a seat on the couch next to her. “Yeah, he even sent me an autographed copy, it’s around here somewhere. Their wedding is in a couple weeks actually, they’re getting married here in the states. He told me neither one of them is too eager to get back on a plane yet. . .” He fell silent when he saw the expression on Kate’s face.

She had become lost in thought. She should be able to attend her friend’s wedding. . . but would they even have wanted her there? They all knew about her now, it had to have changed some of their feelings.

Jack spoke again, his voice softer. “Claire told me she wished you could be there, Kate. She said it wasn’t fair that the woman who delivered Aaron wouldn’t be able to come, wouldn’t get to see how he grew up.”

“He was such a beautiful baby,” Kate said, her tone even, void of emotion. “He must be getting so big now, they must be so happy.” She trailed off, and fell silent for several seconds. She then shook her head, and smiled at Jack. “You must be hungry, let me make us dinner.”

Jack raised his eyebrows, an amused smile spread across his face. “You can cook, Kate? I never imagined you to be quite that. . . domestic.”

Kate rolled her eyes, and stood up, hands on her waist. “I’m quite the homemaker. I even washed your clothes for you today, you’re welcome, by the way. And I don’t know how you didn’t notice,” she made an exaggerated gesture around his living room. “But I cleaned up for you! Really, Jack, I don’t know how someone as anal as you can live in such a mess. . .”

“I am not anal,” Jack challenged, standing up, and setting his drink down. “And this wasn’t a mess. It was just cluttered. A very organized clutter.”

Kate took a step towards him, smiling brightly. “I can’t even imagine what your bedroom must look like. Do you ever make your bed, Jack? And I‘m afraid to even go look in your fridge. Do you leave it a mess too? Are there going to be living creatures in there?”

Jack smirked, taking another step forward, closing any gap remaining between the two. “You’ll be lucky to find anything in there. Breakfast is the only meal I cook. Other than that, I eat at the hospital or take-out. The only time food ever gets fixed here is the once every other week my mother comes over for dinner. And I usually buy something pre-made at the grocery.”

Kate laughed, leaning in a little. “Oh, and I bet that --” She stopped, mid-sentance, and for the first time noticed how close to two of them had become. Just an inch closer, and her lips would be touching his.

He seemed to have noticed the same detail, and quickly cleared his throat, taking a half a step back.

Tucking a curl behind her ear, Kate took a few steps back, towards the kitchen. “Well, I’ll. . . I’ll just go see what I can whip up then. . . Anything you especially want?”

Jack quickly shook his head, picking his drink back up again. “No, anything you can find is good.” With that, she disappeared into the kitchen and he heard cabinets and drawers banging open and shut.

Refilling his glass, he took a drink and turned the television on, silently cursing himself for once again, letting the perfect opportunity slip away.

Whit · 12-07-2005, 01:44 AM

Ok, you know I just read it in that e-mail

but I gotta post on here. I love this fic! I love the idea of post-rescue and how they were both thinking of each other. Pure Jate *squee* Kate playing with his stuff in his office - too cute

I can't wait for more Jess!

Btw, I love the Foldgers commercial

Can't wait for that kiss!

Jack&Kate · 12-07-2005, 08:31 AM

This fic it awsome update please please

Chris Anthony · 12-07-2005, 09:09 AM

This fic is awesome! First time reading it and I'm already hooked. Please update soon!

Merx · 12-07-2005, 09:52 AM

Nice fic!! Its really cute

write more please!!! would kate find something to cook? hehehe

kerbear · 12-07-2005, 10:32 AM

Wow! This is an amazing story!!!! Have you posted this on fanfiction.net yet? I know a ton of people on another board who would LOVE to read this!!!

Toyah · 12-07-2005, 11:09 AM

I love yout story!

Please continue.

Sophie · 12-07-2005, 12:18 PM

Love this fic!

Quote:

She stopped, mid-sentance, and for the first time noticed how close to two of them had become. Just an inch closer, and her lips would be touching his.

He seemed to have noticed the same detail, and quickly cleared his throat, taking a half a step back

That was soo cute! *sqeee*
Please update soon!

AudreyR · 12-07-2005, 12:34 PM

Awwwwwwwwww!!! I remember reading it somewhere and I 'm glad you posted it here!!! It's such a beautiful fic it deserves to be read by all Jaters and more!!!