It burned deeper then any other fire I had the misfortune of seeing up close. It burned into flesh every now and then. Nipping at me as if I was a bad dog under her watchful eye.
"Did you find Doctor Frankenstein, yet?"
Dan, that name always seemed to float from her lips like bread dripping in honey, it was the only thing, the only one that made the fire inside her die down to a musty smoke.
Instead of snapping at me (and always making sure she bit me with her words and one day with her teeth) like any other day, she pulled back her head and giggled like the school girl she would never be.
"Sorry, for just going off like that but just thinking of Dan in any kind of evil role gives me the giggles but usually I hold them and they are not so public. I guess you caught me."
"No problem, sweet-heart, it's nice to see another side to you, not just cold (freezing is more like it)."
"I am not cold, Sawyer. And do not call me sweet-heart."
They could go on for days, me the flint sparking the fire that sometimes needed to come out and burn someone (and that person was usually me) to keep the hope from falling from her eyes as she goes on searching for him and I fall into the arms of someone I only call lover (Juliet, damn that girl can drink) and nothing else.
"I hope you find him, Chunk."
"Me too."
It was the start of something (nothing like the mindless comfort I find in others arms Kate, Juliet, it was something new) as we both went are separate ways, forgetting that this had been the first time she hadn't knocked my head off for calling her Chuck.