So this isn't my typical jate, but I've had thia idea floating around for a while and just decided to put it up. Also, I miss Ana Lucia and wanted to write about her, and I really do enjoy writing the occasional Sawyer. Plus, sana was one of my favorite ships. Although I wouldn't exactly call this sana. Anyway, read for yourself. This is just a scene I could have imagined happening between the two of them.

It was funny, how you could be surrounded by people and still feel so alone. Ana Lucia had heard people say that before, but now she understood the true meaning of it. She had been at this camp for over a week, but most still ignored her. They were scared of her, scared of what she did to Shannon.

"Hey, Ana Lu!" She turned around to see Sawyer staring at her. She was about to snap at him and walk away, but the look in his eyes stopped her. So did the piece of paper he was holding. She was curious.

"What's up, Cowboy?" she asked, taking a seat next to him.

He tried to look natural, but he wasn't fooling anyone. "You ever killed someone? Besides Sticks, I mean." he asked.

She was taken aback by his question, but only let it show by than the glare she shot at him. Recovering quickly, she laughed bitterly. "I'm a cop. I'll let you guess."

He shook his head. "No, not like that. I don't mean as part of your job, for the good of man kind or any of that bullshit. I mean have you ever killed someone?" He gazed back down at the paper in his hands.

"You mean on my own? Like, because I wanted to?" He nodded. She thought about lying, but figured he was too accustomed to lying. He'd see right through it.

"Yeah," she said roughly.

He nodded. "I figured."

"What do you mean by that?" she snapped, offended. What made him so sure she was a killer?

"I mean, I can tell. You walk around like you got a grudge against everything and everyone. You got that guilt in your face, like you done something bad."

"Why are you suddenly so interested, huh?" she asked harshly. She started to scold herself. Why had she even gotten involved in this conversation? She should have just walked away, or better yet, lied.

He looked thoughtful. "Guess I just wanted to make sure I wasn't the only one here who was capable of killin'. Wanted someone to commiserate with."

Ana scoffed. "Why don't you commiserate with Kate? She's a fugitive; I'd say she's killed before."

Sawyer smirked at her. "Oh, she's killed. That's for sure. There's a difference though. She must' a killed for someone else. You know, protecting someone. She regrets it." He looked over at Ana. "Me and you, we don't regret it."

Ana Lucia shook her head. "You don't know me. You don't know anything about me. Why are you so sure of yourself?"

"Well, chica, me and you ain't so different. We're more alike than you want to admit," Sawyer told her. "Except for one thing. You want to think you're one of the good guys, like the doc. I've seen you two attached at the hip and all. Me, I know I'm not ever gonna be no hero. I don't try to pretend I am. You just need to quit fooling yourself."

"Go to hell, Sawyer", Ana spat, getting up quickly. "I am nothing like you."

"Whatever you say, sweet cheeks. You're just mad 'cause you know I'm right."

Ana Lucia shook her head, walking away without looking back. She was in a worse mood now than she had been before their conversation. She was angry that Sawyer acted like he knew her so well, and that he thought he could judge her. But most of all she was angry that he had been so right. About everything.

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