Remains

(Jack/Kate drabble set post What Kate Does)

At night I trip without you, and hope I don't wake up
'Cause waking up without you is like drinking from an empty cup

- The Animals Were Gone, Damien Rice

He stirs lightly in his sleep and feels a familiar weight against his chest. The playful tickle of her hair against his chin is welcome after a long absence. She breathes warm on his neck as she snuggles closer, and he hears a soft mumble escape her lips and dance along his skin making its way to his ear. He keeps his eyes shut and pulls her closer to him, running his hand slowly up her arm and feels her hold on tighter to his shirt, clutching it between her fingers. He feels her shiver and smiles to himself.

His eyes shoot open in a mixture of shock and pain as he feels a boot connect roughly with his side. His bewildered eyes search for the perpetrator and his arm tries to pull her closer to him making sure she's unharmed. But all his hand finds is the cold, moldy temple floor as his eyes lands on one of the Others' guards. He blinks as his eyes adjust to the light and he is ready to get up and fight back when the man above him smirks smugly and slurs "Get up, Shephard. Dogen wants to talk to you. It seems Austen's not back yet."