Title: The Thunder Rolls

Author: claire-littleton

Summary: 3:30 in the morning, not a soul in sight. City's looking like a ghost town, on a moonless summer night. Raindrops on the windshield, there's a storm rolling in, he's heading back from somewhere that he never should have been. And the thunder rolls. And the thunder rolls. Songfic done to The Thunder Rolls by Garth Brooks. Based on the happenings in Two For The Road, slightly changed for my writing pleasure. Skate, Sana, Oneshot. R&R.

Disclaimer: I don't own lost or Garth Brooks. At least, not in the real world…hehehe.

Where else could he be?

Kate had spent a good portion of her day searching for Sawyer. He had gone out picking fruit, and never came back. By asking around, Ana Lucia had apparently had vanished into the jungle as well, about 5 or ten minutes after Sawyer had. Kate's mind was going places she didn't want it to go. She forced those thoughts out of her head, and headed down the path to the hatch.

Three thirty in the morning
Not a soul insight
The city's lookin' like a ghost town
On a moonless summer night
Raindrops on the windshield
There's a storm moving in
He's headin' back from somewhere
That he never should have been
And the thunder rolls
And the thunder rolls

"Come out, come out whoever you are. I know you're there. " Sawyer said. Ana Lucia had been following him around for an hour, and he was getting kind of tired of all her bull about getting a gun

"Don't make me come in after you."

Apparently, however, Ana wasn't done because she cleared her throat and emerged form the bushes.

"Well, well, well, what have we got here? Was little red riding hood going to follow the big bad wolf back to his big old stash-o-guns?"

"Why don't you give me that one, right there?" she said, pointing to the gun Sawyer had shoved in his belt before he left.

"I ain't gonna give you nothing." Sawyer said. Ana wasn't taking no for an answer how ever, and she came towards his with a hostile glare in her eyes.

"We've been through this Lucy…"

Ana took a swipe at him, he deflected her, and she tackled him. When Ana wants something, she gets it. Sawyer wasn't going to let on that he was and underdog, and flipped they're positions. He was now on top.

"What'cha gonna do now muchacha?"

And she jumped him. And he took pleasure in it. But no matter how good it was, there was only one thought going through his head as it was happening…Kate.

The thunder rolls
And the lightnin' strikes
Another love grows cold
On a sleepless night
As the storm blows on
Out of control
Deep in her heart
The thunder rolls

Every light is burnin'
In a house across town
She's pacin' by the telephone
In her faded flannel gown
Askin' for miracle
Hopin' she's not right
Prayin' it's the weather
That's kept him out all night
And the thunder rolls
And the thunder rolls

The hatch was the last place Kate would have expected to find, but when she walked in, he was sitting at the table.

"Sawyer, where have you been? I looked everywhere for you!"

"You were looking for me?" Now he felt really guilty. He stood up and walked over to her.

"Well, you didn't come back from fruit picking. I got worried."

Sawyer's concience was overflowing now. He leaned over and hugged Kate tight, as his own way to say sorry. She inhales his scent, but it wasn't his scent.

She's waitin' by the window
When he pulls into the drive she rushes out to hold him
Thankful he's alive
But on the wind and rain
A strange new perfume blows
And the lightnin' flashes in her eyes
And he knows that she knows

He wasn't picking fruit

"Where have you been?" she asked, hoping she was wrong.

"I told you, I was out picking fruit, and I..."

"Then why do you smell like Ana Lucia?"

Sawyer looked down.

"Oh my god."

"Kate, I…"

She didn't hear the rest of what he said. She raced down the hallway and out the door, her mind racing. And she knew what she had to do.

The thunder rolls And the lightnin' strikes
Another love grows cold
On a sleepless night
As the storm blows on
Out of control
Deep in her heart
The thunder rolls

Kate went into Ana Lucia's tent where she was sleeping, gun beside her. Ya, Sawyer gives her a gun and not me. He eyes filled with tears as she picked up the gun and ran back down to the hatch. Many thoughts raced through her mind. Had this happened before? How many times? Why? Did he ever really love her?

She runs back down the hallway
To the bedroom door
She reaches for the pistol
Kept in the dresser drawer
Tells the lady in the mirror
He won't do this again
Cause tonight will be the last time
She'll wonder where he's been

She found him asleep on the couch. The tears escaped her eyes as she pointed to gun to his head. He woke up. She'll never forget the look in his eyes. And she pulled the trigger.

The thunder rolls, And the lightnin' strikes
Another love grows cold
On a sleepless night
As the storm blows on
Out of control
Deep in her heart
The thunder rolls.