Jate drabbles.

Disclaimer: I don't own LOST. (shocker...)

Enjoy :) More to come.

Dark is the way, light is a place.

In a dark room Jack lies on his back, sweating, restless. Kate is propped up on one elbow; one hand holds her head in place, the other rests on his muscular shoulder, massaging it sweetly. She doesn't have to see his face to know what he is feeling, what he is thinking. It's the island. It's always the island. He hasn't been happy since they left. He places both hands over his face and takes a few deep breaths.

Jack's heavy and uniform breathing calms her a bit. She worries about him. He's been looking at her differently the past few weeks. He holds her gaze longer and firmer. He looks into her eyes, seemingly searching for something deep within them.

When she notices that Jack is asleep, she kisses his cheek and lies back down on her pillow. Before she succumbs to sleep, she whispers, "Dark is the way, light is a place."

Kate is his light.