Title: Non Compos Mentis
Rating: R (just in case)
Pairing: Sawyer/Ana-Lucia
Summary: "He kept saying you were misunderstood."
Warnings: This could get Dark.. and.. Darkerer.
Disclaimer: If i owned anything things would be much much different.

Non Compos Mentis

There was something in the bushes. Stumbling through the dense jungle – too human to be an animal or a monster, but too clumsy to be one of the others that had inhabited the island.

This however, did not prevent Sawyer from reaching for the gun tucked into the waistband of his jeans.

He looked to the man behind him. Good ol' Doctor Jack had tracked him down in yet another attempt at getting to his stash of guns. Sawyer of course had led him astray. And Jack now wished he hadn't tried to follow Sawyer at all. Something was out there and he now had to rely on Sawyer, not exactly the doctor's favourite person on the island, for protection… He almost laughed aloud at the thought.

"Come out come out whoever you are." Sawyer teased his voice in a sing-song, gun at the ready. Slowly, cautiously, fearfully a pair of cut and bruised feet stepped out into the clearing. Sawyer found himself face to face with a battered and bruised Ana-Lucia.

-Flashback-

The B-tch had stolen his gun, and was no doubt getting herself killed.
The four of them were now heading back towards the hatch. Sawyer in the lead -- followed by Jack who still had a gun trained on the southerners' head. Kate and Locke taking up the rear.

Only when he heard the hatch's alarm going off in the distance did he truly start to panic. Only then did he truly fear for Ana's life.

Forgetting the gun pointed at the back of his skull, Sawyer broke into a sprint, leaving the others behind as they continued to stand there in confusion.

In no time he had reached the hatch entrance, which to his surprise was wide open – a bloodied handprint on the door. Sawyers heart raced as he ran to the hatch's 'lounge'.

He scanned the room… no sign of her…

The alarms shrill cry ceased – Locke must have gotten to the computer.

"Sawyer!" he heard Kate and Jack calling his name.

"Sawyer!" the call came from inside the room this time.
He spun around to see Michael, coughing and spluttering as he crawled along the floor of the doorway leading to the bunks. He clutched his arm as blood was seeping out of a bullet wound.

The Armoury door - henrys makeshift cell - was also open. Ignoring the injured man on the ground he ran to it. Stopping in the doorway as his eyes widened at the sight.

No Henry Gale.

No Ana Lucia.

The ropes that had bound Henry had been cut loose, the remains left lying on the cold cement with a bloodied army knife with it.

So much blood…

There in the middle of the floor was a large puddle of blood. A mass of red amongst the grey - Sawyer had a feeling that it wasn't Henrys.

"He shot me!" He heard Michael yell to the others that had finally made it back to the hatch. "He shot me and he took her!"

Sawyer squeezed his eyelids tight, face a gamut of emotions. He ran a hand through his hair.

The B-tch has stolen his gun, and had gotten herself kidnapped.

-End Flashback-

"Ana... It's me, Sawyer." He slowly edged closer to the trembling woman, taking in her appearance. Her entire body was covered in cuts and bruises, her hair covering her face. He usual outfit – a black singlet and jeans. Had been replaced with a white, short-sleeved gown, the type you wear when you get yourself a visit to the hospital.

"What if she doesn't remember? Like Claire." Jack followed in Sawyers steps, edging closer to Ana, his arms open so she knew they weren't a threat.

"Sawyer." As if on cue, Ana spoke. Sawyer was surprised when she spoke, what was usually a strong, fearless 'I'll kick your ass' voice was now that of a child's, small and innocent. Nothing like the Ana he knew.

"W-where am I?" Her voice cracked and her eyes began to water. "I don't know whats going on." Her whole body shook as the tears began to overcome her. Sawyer took her in his arms. "shh, it's okay." He stroked her hair, holding her tightly as she cried into his chest.

"We need to get her out of here." Jack looked around anxiously. "who knows who might be coming for her."

"She is in no shape to be walking doc." Sawyer turned to Jack. They were a fairs walk away from the camp and Ana looked like she couldn't walk any further, her feet resisting the urge to collapse from under her.

"I know." Jacks eyes met Sawyers, and he nodded in understanding.
He stepped back from Ana, and his blue eyes locked with her dark ones.

"I'm sorry."

And with one hit she was unconscious in his arms.