Outlaws
Chapter One
Summary: Sawyer strives to find out more about Kate's mysterious past, which triggers memories of his own career as an outlaw.
Disclaimer: Lost belongs to J.J. Abrams and co. This story is revolved around spoilers, rumors, speculation, and my own theories. The speculation comes from the abc message boards and is the official title of Sawyer's next episode. No official summary has been given out as of January sixteenth and this follows up my other stories in my own series.
Note: Flashbacks are in italics. Beware of spoilers.
Sawyer bolted straight up right in a pang of sweat from his airline recliner he had pulled to the edge of the jungle, and a safe distance from the rest of the castaways. Running his hand through his now sweaty hair, Sawyer glanced around in his own paranoia, and was surprised to see Kate standing as close as she could to the ocean, pulling strands of hair out of her face as the wind blew, staring out at it, lost in her own thoughts. Smiling, to himself, Sawyer snuck up behind her.
Well, well, well, Sawyer said.
He saw that he had made her jump slightly, but she didn't make any acknowledgment of him presence.
Sorry to bust your bubble, he continued, but the rescue crew usually stops around one.How would you know what the rescue crew does? Kate said, not being able to help but to smile as she continued to stare out at the sea.
So how's the life down in Cavetown? Sawyer said. Or have your imaginary ships cluttered your mind.Big word for you, Kate commented, and things are going fine.
She didn't bother pushing the conversation and further, and she hadn't wanted to, but when Sawyer didn't leave, it began to irk her.
What do you want, Sawyer? Kate said, wanting to be left alone again.
I believe you have something of mine, Sawyer said, his accent slurring.
I don't know what you're talking about, Kate lied.
She knew he was talking about the package, but there was no way she was going to let him have it.
Finders keepers, Sweetheart, Sawyer said with a smirk.
You can't have everything you want Sawyer-You can't have everything you want, Sawyer.
An investor from Toronto was trying to catch Sawyer's off-gaze, making sure he was paying attention.
the investor said, a little louder.
Sawyer's head jerked towards the man in front of him, a big man, forty or so, he wasn't sure. The man's hair was brown, cut short, a regular movie star look.
Listen to me, Lennon, Sawyer said seriously, I'm thirty-six and I haven't done nothin' in my life except move state to state, becoming friendly with hotels.So why turned yourself around now? Lennon asked, curious.
Look, I just need the money, Magnum, Sawyer snapped, the reason is none of your concern. I'm offering you a deal. We're talking big. You could take that little lady of yours and ship out to wherever the hell you want, because god knows your honeymoon was in some cheep hotel in Denver.
Lennon thought about it.
What will it be? Sawyer said.
Lennon held out his hand.
You've got yourself a deal.
And they shook on it.
......
The next day, Jack was searching the medicine caves. Claire lay nearby, still unconscious, on an airline recliner. Charlie sat beside her on the edge of another chair, where he had been every since they had gotten back to the caves over sixteen hours ago. He was sitting with his hands between his knees, staring at Claire, trying to make her wake up with his eyes. Jack glanced over at him, worried. Charlie hadn't moved a muscle, and that wasn't good for him, Jack knew.
You should go get some water, Jack advised, and something to eat. Go rest, Claire will be fine.
Charlie didn't answer, but just sat there like Jack wasn't even there. Jack was about to say something else when Kate entered the cave.
Surprised to see you here, he commented, how's the ankle? Kate said, only half-lying this time.
She glanced over at Charlie.
How he doing? She whispered.
Not good, Jack said, heading out of the caves.
Where are you going? Kate questioned, following him.
To the beach, Jack said, to see if any medicine turned up with the rest of the wreckage.I'll help, Kate offered.
Jack stopped her.
Do you think you can stay here with Charlie and Claire?
Kate studied him. She wash sure Jack said that expecting Charlie to jump up and argue, I don't need a baby-sitter! But when Charlie didn't, and Jack didn't say anything, Kate began to think that maybe Jack didn't want to be around her. But why?
she said finally,
Jack nodded, and turned down the path that led to the new beach camp. Kate could only watch as he went.
......
The new camp was less crowded than Jack thought it would be. He figured everyone must be off exploring the new surroundings. The only survivors around was a man of about thirty Jack hadn't seen before playing solitaire, leaning against a tree, and a young woman on an airline recliner reading. Looking closely, Jack could see that it was Stephen King's The Stand. Jack approached her; the woman looked like she hadn't spoken a word in a few days.
Good book, Jack said, casually walking towards her.
The woman looked up, showing no sign of recognition towards Jack. She was no older than nineteen, with blonde hair that lay past her shoulders.
she agreed, kinda of creepy. End of the world stuff.
Jack nodded, then suddenly felt awkward. He asked the first question that popped into his mind.
What's your name? she answered, well, Catherine, but the last person who called me that was my eighty year old grandmother. She sighed. Guess I won't be hearing that for a while.
Jack could detect a hint of sadness in her voice, as if maybe hearing that name again wouldn't be the worst thing in the world. Cat watched as Jack began to search through unclaimed luggage.
What are you looking for? Cat asked, curiously.
Jack explained, I need them for-The pregnant woman?
Cat continued watching him as Jack began to get frustrated, knowing he hadn't gone through this luggage the first time around.
Maybe you should try looking up near the beach, Cat suggested, there was some stuff under a plane wing.
Jack looked at her.
he said, then decided to add,
As Jack turned to leave, he caught a glimpse of a small smile on Cat's face, and a similar one formed on his as he turned path.
......
With two new bags slung over his shoulder, Jack began his trip from the beach back to the caves. He had found a few bags, but some had multiple drugs, and he decided to just combine the bags and sort through them later.
As he was heading over a slump in the sand, Jack saw that he was nearing Sawyer's new hut, a still safe distance from all the others. He noticed the small home' was a mess, random items were thrown about. A jacket was hanging over the side of the airline recliner he slept on, and Watership Down was laying face down, down to the last thirty pages. But it was what was beside it that caught his attention. It was a wallet, he saw, made of dark, expensive leather. But that wasn't the only thing. He recognized that wallet. He knew that wallet.
He had bought that wallet ten years ago.
Author's Note: So there you have it, the first chapter of Outlaws'. I'd like to send out my love to the cast and crew of Lost, to say they still have dedicated fans out there, who will stay with them to the last season. All that award show proved was that some people obviously don't know what they're judging. Lost is still number one in my book! Now back to me(j/k)! Thanks for all the reviews that I got for Homecoming'. I think there was only maybe twenty, but I still say, I can only get one review per chapter, but I'll still write for that one reviewer, and I write for myself too. I can't keep all these ideas bouncing around in my head! I'm in the process of starting a screenplay called Hit and Run, that I'll first write as a short story for a writing Compton. Hopefully I'll get it posted at fictionpress, I'll let you know if I do.
Second Note: Oh! Just pretend what Michael killed in Special' was a boar.. yeah a boar, that's what it was. A man eating boar. Or a mutant polar bear, take your pick, because that's obviously not the monster. And I'm thinking this fic will either be really short, or really long. I'm thinking really long. Maybe as long as Homecoming', don't know. Oh, and if any of you read my author's bio last week, I changed my mind about killing off someone. Well.. you'll see!
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