Priest Mausoleum, Graveyard, Early Monday

[bitten_notshy]

When Jack first woke up, he was aware of several things more or less simultaneously: His mouth tasted awful, his back was sore, and the tight leather pants he still wore were hell on his circulation.

Oh, and he was in a crypt. It was a bit hard to miss that part.

Controlling his urge to shudder, he rose to his feet and took the few steps toward the tomb where Kate laid peacefully. He was almost certain she was fine -- physically, at least -- and this had been a particularly cruel whim of the island's. But that tiny chance that, somehow, she wasn't was in his mind as he gingerly tapped her shoulder.

[OOC: For she who is there.]

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[bitten_notshy]

Jack wasn't a terribly physical person with platonic friends, and he wasn't sure he'd ever touched Kate for more than an instant before he drank her blood the night before. But he was grateful she reached for his hand, and he squeezed hers in return in a way that suggested he wasn't letting go soon.

"Perk first," he agreed. "We'll ... figure out the rest."

[vanillajello]

"Yeah," Kate agreed, forcing a hint of a smile. "We always do."

It was sad how much evidence she'd managed to gather for that in the last year and a half or so. But, this was how things worked for them.

But maybe now they'd learn not to always come when the island called.