As Kate closed her eyes that night all she could see was Sawyer. She just couldn't get him out of her head. It was as if he was a record going round and round. She kept replaying the events of the day in her head. Over and over and over. She could see that sad, pained expression on Sawyer's face as she had lent down to kiss him. She could still taste the smell of his sweat and blood. She could still feel the heat of his body … and she could… she couldn't forget. It had placed itself in her head and she couldn't get rid of it. She wasn't sure if she could or if she even wanted to lose the memory.
Sawyer, sitting alone in his tent, thought about what had happened. He had been stabbed by Sayid. And he had been tortured by that Damn Spinal Surgeon and the Genuine Iraqi and … he could believe all this had happened apart from one, significant event. The fact that freckles had kissed him. He couldn't quite believe it. He wasn't sure if he had wanted her to. No. He didn't believe that. He couldn't and wouldn't. He had asked her. Maybe he had begged her. He wasn't sure. All he knew was that Kate had kissed him. All he had been expecting was a quick peck but she didn't want to let go of him. He hadn't wanted her to. He just wanted time to go back and this time he wouldn't let her leave. He wanted to keep her there, with him. Keep her there for more.
Unable to sleep, Kate went out and sat on the sand and stared into the ocean. She found it calming and she enjoyed the peace. She was thinking about Jack. And Sawyer. She was comparing them in her head. She thought about Jack and how brave he was, and then she realised that Sawyer was brave too. She hadn't really thought about it before but he was. He had kept going even though he had been through tough times. "Like me" she thought. It was true that she and Sawyer were more alike and that was something she couldn't help. She may try to be different but deep down she knew.
Sawyer decided that, although it was night and his shoulder wound was killing him, he would go for a walk. As he left his tent, the thoughts of Kate were still swimming around in his head. He felt confused because he was trying to believe that their kiss hadn't meant anything. He was trying to believe that he didn't like Kate in that way. He tried to believe that she was the sort of person who would want to be with someone like Jack. She would want to be with someone she could rely on to be there not some conman who had so many secrets as he did.
When Sawyer arrived at his destination he realised that his spot was already taken by (you guessed it) Kate. She was sitting staring at the sea. Sawyer wandered over and plonked himself down next to her. He stared at the side of her head. Wondering what was going on inside her brain. He didn't say anything for a minute but he saw Kate shiver and he didn't have a clue why he did this, but he took off his shirt and wrapped it around her shoulders. She turned her head and looked at him. It was as if she was drawing a mental outline of him in her head. So she wouldn't forget him. He winked at her and turned his face back towards the ocean. She said "It's beautiful isn't it." And he asked "What is?" and she said smoothly "The view". Sawyer thought for a moment and then said "Well, from where I'm sitting Freckles, I have a pretty great view" and he smirked. Kate playfully hit his thigh. "Watch it freckles. I don't think I'll be able to restrain myself! Anyway. What you doing out here at this time of night freckles? Isn't it a bit cold?" and she whispered "just thinking". And Sawyer, who was feeling very inquisitive, asked "About what?" And to this Kate answered …
"About you."
