"DAMMIT KATE RUN!!!"
"O-okay, okay, we're going!" she gasped, "Sawyer?"
"Right behind you Freckles," she heard.
They crashed through the trees. They ran until they were far enough away that they couldn't hear the Others' shouts of anger and frustration. Suddenly Kate came to a stop.
"Freckles, what the hell are you doin! We gotta keep moving or-"
She turned to face him and he could see the tears streaming down her face.
"Sawyer, I can't leave him. After all that he's done- after what he just did, how the hell can we even think about leaving him?"
"Freckles look at me."
She refused.
"NO I mean it!!" He grabbed the sides of her tearstained face. Then, more gently he repeated, "look at me".
She lifted her eyes towards him.
"I know that you need to bring him home with you. I know that. But right now there ain't nothin we can do. We had to go. Hell, we promised him we'd go. So right now what we gotta do is find a way off this damn island and find a way back home. And once we get there, if you promise me that you'll get some sleep and actually eat somethin, then I promise you that we'll gather up the A-team and come running back out into the jungle like a bunch of idiots and rescue Jack. So whadya say sweet cheeks?"
"Okay," she whispered.
"Well okay" he smiled, "Now let's get the hell outta here!"
By nightfall they had reached the beach and they set to work building their raft.
"Lucky you were here Freckles. I woulda had no idea you could use this grass stuff as rope," Sawyer laughed.
"Yeah well, at least I'm good for somthin," she laughed back.
His voice got suddenly husky. "I can think of somethin you're even better for."
Kate blushed and looked away.
"Whaat?? Can't a man have a little fun."
"Sure he can. As long as he has something to contribute to this little thing called a RAFT, we trying to build here."
"Alright, alright I'm helping!" he shot back.
It was too late to head out on the raft that night. They curled up next to each other exhausted, and before either one could say a word they were both fast asleep.