Disclaimer: I don't own LOST or any of the characters.
Author's note: My first LOST fic. Some Kate and Jack, but mostly Sawyer and a new character.
Confession: I know Jack is supposed to be the good boy, straight and narrow guy. But I just love Sawyer.
"You think you're better than me, is that it?" He demanded as he shoved me against the wall.
"No!" That's not it at all." I stammered quickly.
"Stop lying to me!" He shouted right before he backhanded me. "You're damn right, you're not better than me. You're nothing." He said coldly as his hand wrapped around my throat.
"Please…" I gasped. I knew better than to fight him. Struggling would only cause his grip to tighten faster.
He ignored my plea and his grip tightened. "Shut up and die." He finally said as I began to lose consciousness. "You're getting exactly what you deserve." Darkness came and finally I felt nothing.
I woke with a gasp, and my hand nervously clutched at my throat. I sat up and looked around. I saw only the crystal clear waters of the ocean, and then I remembered where I was. Actually, I had no idea where I was, other than on the same beach I fallen asleep on. I did know that I was miles away from my nightmare.
I stood and brushed the sand off of my clothes and out of my hair. My hair was long again. Before I had become stranded on this island, I had kept my hair short, just below my ears. That gave my fiancé less to grab at during his violent rages.
I picked up my bag. I had made it out of an old leather jacket. I started walking. I had heard voices the night before, but I hadn't wanted to run into trouble at night. So I had made decided to wait until morning to try and discover the identity of the voices that I had heard.
I walked through some trees and wondered what kind of people I would encounter. Where they survivors from the plane that had crashed into the island? I hadn't been walking long when an attractive blond man stormed towards me. "Stupid… of course she didn't really love me. Of course, she loves the doctor." He muttered.
I started to move aside, but then thought better of it. "Excuse me." I said hoarsely. I cleared my throat and spoke again, louder this time. "Excuse me."
"What!" He snapped at me.
Ok, I was freaked out now. Talking to this guy was a bad idea. "Uh… nothing… never mind." I stammered as I started to walk away.
He grabbed my arm. "Not so fast, princess. Now, it seems to me that I haven't seen you 'round here before. You got something to say, then say it."
I tried to pull my arm away from him, but he was stronger than me. "Look, I've been stuck on this island, and I heard voices last night in the direction you came from. I just wanted to see if I had been imagining them." I said quickly.
His grip loosened, but he didn't let go. "You were on the plane?"
I shook my head. I had no idea what he was talking about, then I realized he meant the plane I'd seen crash. "No, I wasn't on your plane. I don't know how I got here."
"How long have you been here?" He demanded.
"Ummm… about two years, I think."
"You here with anyone else?"
I shook my head. "You're the first person I've seen since I've been here."
He finally let go of my arm and held out his hand. "Name's Sawyer, what's yours?"
"Natalie… my name is Natalie."