Alright, New story for me. And on my new computer! My old one blew up. I will update other stories chapters eventully.

And now this is the first time Ive ever written a Lost fanfic. I liked writing this story. Though mind you, Its really short. So dont get mad, I warned you.

I may continue on, or just leave it as a one-shot.

Enjoy!

Kates POV.

I could hear Shannon singing a little ways in the distance I did not recognize the song, but I knew that it was French. The song had an almost perfect tone. I sat there in front of the fire, with the plane, his plane.

I wondered if I would ever get peace, if I would ever love again.

I sat there with the plane rolling in-between my fingers. Jack walked by. He stopped and looked back at me. I pretended I did not see him and kept twirling the plane. When he looked at me, there was something in his eyes. I couldn't quite place it. It seemed like a mix of worry and disappointment. He then left, without a word.

Everyone was with someone, someone they could talk to. Someone who could help. I was an outcast, I was alone. There was no-one who I could confide with. No one knew who I really was, and if they did, they wouldn't trust me. They wouldn't even want to be near me. They would turn away. Make me even more secluded.

Who would, or even could, care for me, understand me.

"Hey there Freckles."

Behind me was Sawyer. When did he show up around here, around all of the rest of us.

"What'cha got there?"

He reached for the plane, I pulled it away.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Its nothing."

What did you and the Doc have a lovers spat? He stated to me, with that southern accept of his, like he said to me every time me and Jack disagreed.

"Sawyer not today."

"Well then Freckles, tell me what's wrong." When he spoke that statement, the way it sounded, it was like he was genuinely cared. Like he was really concerned. Though how do I really know.

"Its nothing." I pressed on that statement, I couldn't even get myself to look up at him.

"It seems like more than nothing to me" He said then I heard rustling like he was moving away.

I was wrong.

I felt an arm go around my shoulders, it pulled me close. Instead of going away, he sat down beside me.

I looked into his eyes, they showed no trickery, he had no smirk upon his face, just concern.

"I overheard you and the doc, that's some truth you got there."I didn't know what to think, or say. I was about to rebuttal, but he continued on. "But it's a clean slate, the past is nothing, here on Mystery Island we get a new start. Don't you think we should Freckles?"

I still didn't know what to think. Sawyer, here talking to me, making sense, with no tricks or scheming involved. Do we really deserve anew?

I leaned into his shoulder, and I felt his grip tighten on me."Yeah Sawyer we do deserve a clean slate."

We sat there in front of the fire for hours. In complete silence, just listening to the others around us. I thought, about the past, the future. Would I have someone to care for me, someone I could care for, someone to understand me, and me understand them? I was an outcast. Should I be able to have such a thing.

Maybe the one who could care for me, understand me, would be the only other outcast on the island.

Maybe just Maybe.

Please review! If I get enough response from this story, I may continue on!