AUTHOR'S NOTE: All right, this is something new for me, because I am usually Jate or Chaire and that's the end of it. I never wrote anything that didn't have any Jate and/or Chaire, except "The Others", and I think maybe I was on crack when I wrote that.

Sorry, Kate. And you too, Jack.

:wince: eww, I can't believe I wrote that story.

Well, it was my first fic, you can't really blame me. I was young and stupid. Also, this is new for me because usually I wouldn't dare write a story about That Michelle Rodriguez Girl (I know she has a name- but come on, Lucia was my name before it was hers, so she deserves a good kick up the-), but today in French me and Brian were talking about Lost (of course, since it's Thursday) and he said, "I think That Michelle Rodriguez Girl is going to end up with Sawyer."

Everyone who knows me calls Ana That Michelle Rodriguez Girl to my face, even Mrs. Frey and my mother, because they know (or at least, they know that I know) that it is just plain WRONG, and Lucia is MY name. Well, one of them, anyway. I think I have too many names.

Anyway, I said, "In my perfect world, That Michelle Rodriguez Girl would end up with Sawyer and they'd both leave Jack and Kate alone."

And then, I got hit with this.

(((Also, I sure hope Jack and Kate are happy, because I am giving up SAWYER for their sake. Not only that, but I AM GIVING UP SAWYER TO THAT MICHELLE RODRIGUEZ GIRL. Sawyer. You know how I am about Sawyer. And you know how much I hate That Michelle Rodriguez Girl.)))

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Lost, which is probably good, because if I owned anything that had to do with That Michelle Rodriguez Girl I might have to kill myself. Actually, no, if I owned Lost, her name would be something else. Like just Ana. No Lucia. Or That Michelle Rodriguez Girl.

QUOTE:
" 'Anthony, did you sell popcorn to the Minoans?'

'Yes, daddy.' "

-Mr. Defeo (don't ask)

WAIT, WAIT, ANOTHER NOTE: For your curiosity, the "Sweet Thang" thing was a stroke of idiocy from me, I guess. This past weekend every time my dad would ask me to do something, I would say, "You got it, sweet thang." So if you're wondering where that came from, that would be me, Maria Christina-LUCIA.

In your face, That Michelle Rodriguez Girl. :))

HOLD ON, JUST ONE MORE: I flat-out refuse to call her Ana-Lucia, so she's just plain Ana. Don't you dare complain, because it's either that or That Michelle Rodriguez Girl, and that gets annoying to type out after a while.

All right, Maria, shut up and write.

-STUCK WITH ME-
-BY WHENICOMEAROUND-
-CHAPTER ONE-

"Hey there, sweet thang."

Ana turned around and saw Sawyer ambling towards her. She turned around to face the waves again.

Sawyer sat down beside her, uninvited, as was his custom. "What's goin' on?"

"Nothing." said Ana. She dug her feet deeper into the sand. "I see your shoulder is better."

"Yep, doctor ass fixed it up." said Sawyer simply. He bent his head down and looked at her face a little better. "Y'okay, Ana?"

Ana felt a pang of shock go through her, partially because Sawyer had never called her "Ana" before, and partially because she'd gotten a glimpse of his eyes.

"I'm okay." said Ana in a completely unconvincing tone.

"You are not."

"I'm fine." Ana said, emphasizing the "fine".

Sawyer sighed, but continued. "So, tell me, princess," he said. "how'd you get to be on the plane?"

Ana didn't answer him.

"I asked you a question."

"I heard you." Ana said.

"Yeah, most of the time when people are asked a question, they give an answer." said Sawyer impatiently, being sarcastic without even trying. Ana found this very attractive. Quickly, she shook that thought out of her head.

Ana sighed. She really didn't like talking about anything that had happened in her life.

"Somebody died?" Sawyer suggested.

"Why do you say that?" Ana retorted.

"Because otherwise you'd answer me."

Ana chortled, but there was a sickening sensation in her heart. "Yeah, somebody died." she said unsmilingly.

Sawyer forced his sarcastic grin into a look of concern. "Who?"

My kid, Ana was thinking. My kid died. I died too. I died until I met you.

How High-School-Overdrama-ish it was for her to think that. Not only that, but she didn't want to admit she had a thing for Sawyer.

A thing. Ana had a thing for Sawyer. Or, as he would say, a "thang".

She sounded like such a ten-year-old.

"Who died?" Sawyer repeated.

Ana sighed again. "Nobody important." he said.

Sawyer flipped his blond hair out of his face. Ana chuckled again. Nothing said Abercrombie model more than a blond guy flipping his hair.

"What?" said Sawyer, smiling.

"Nothing." said Ana, still smiling.

Sawyer looked out at the ocean. "So who died?"

Ana groaned.

"C'mon, tell me."

"I don't have to." she said, sounding more like a ten-year-old than ever.

"Yeah, you do."

"Leave, Sawyer."

For once, he listened. He flipped his hair again (this time he did it to piss her off) and said, "See ya later, Sweet Thang," winked, and walked off.

A/N: Well, that's that. I'm putting this in the I Hate That Michelle Rodriguez Girl C2 even though she isn't going to die or anything because it's not about her and Jack. Sana stories welcome, by the way. Jate, too.

Chapter two will be up in about a week, if we're lucky.

-MARIA