Hello! This is my first Lost fanfic! Yay! I try to update as much as I can but I have softball and friends and family and etc. It's mostly about where Season 3 left us, (so there might be spoilers if you havent seen it) and basically all the characters are in it. The first chapter is a bit short, sorry, but next ones will be longer. This chapter includes--Sawyer, Kate, (I believe in Skate, woo!) Desmond and Mikhail. Read on!

1—Chapter 1

The light of the morning sun shown down. Sigh. It was yet morning again. I blinked. Hmmm? Why am I on the beach... Kate was there. "Now Freckles, why am I here?"

"Don't you know Sawyer? You got a bit drunk last night, and may I say you aren't too pretty when your drunk. You were staggering all over the place until Sayid threw one of your many empty beer cans, one of the what, 20 of 'em?, and you got a bit mad and you chased him toward the beach and you finally passed out. Didn't we tell you not to get into the alcohol?"

"Freckles, dontcha know I gots a stash all o' mine own? I sure ain't tellin' you where it is, or you'll be runnin' off to the Doc."

"Sawyer, shut up."

"Why? I like talkin'. Ain't that a little bity boat out there? And a person? Holy ! It looks like Jesus! I'm dead!"

"Sawyer, what–? Sawyer, that isn't Jesus you idiot, that's Desmond. I wonder where Charlie is, I don't see him with him..."

"Hey them too both look the same, maybe Hobbit drowned or something."

"Sawyer don't kid like that. I bet you're still drunk. And extremely hungover."

"Alrighty then. Let's sit here until little Desmond comes 'cuz I am too extremely hungover and I ain't feel like walkin'."

The boat floats ashore. They are farther away from camp so no one else sees Desmond. He comes rushing up to them. "Aye! Did you see 'em? Did you? DID YOU?"

"Woa partner, you a bit to loud for me."

"Yea Des, what happened?"

"The Russian! He tried to shoot down me boat! Then I went into the Looking Glass and lived. He came up and shot 2 girls, but I shot 'em back with a harpoon gun. I looked back to notice his body was gone. I think he blew up a window and drowned Charlie. The girl Naomi, she's bad. Charlie wrote 'Not Penny's Boat' on his hand while he drowned... She's doesn't know Penny!"

"Listen, Desmond, Naomi is helping us. She phoned a boat that's going to get us off the island. Don't freak out–"

"No! Listen to me! She's not a good person! All she's gonna do is get us in trouble! We're all gonna die!"

"Listen buddy, I dunno what got you up in a bunch, but tone it down. Nothing's gonna happen."

"WHAT IS BLOODY WRONG WITH YOU, BROTHER? WE'RE GONNA DIE!"

Desmond runs off in another direction

"Sawyer, didn't Ben say something about that? Like Naomi isn't good or something...?"

"Freckles, why are you even listenin' to that bug-eyed freak? He's nuthin' special."

"Do you think we should go back to camp? And do you think Desmond knows where he's going?"

"Come on Freckles...do you ever shut up? Wait a sec, do you hear that?"

"Hear what?"

"That rustling noise, like coming from those bushes over there. Think Des gonna pop out and scream something?"

"James, this isn't funny. What are you talking about?"

"Hey! Don't you be callin' me James no more!"

Person steps out of bushes

"Sawyer, oh my god, look!"

"What now you frettin' about now Freckles– who are you?"

"Now, where did that fool run off to now?"

"Hey, you talk funny. And you gots an eyepatch. What's your problem?"

"Sawyer shut up! Uh, don't mind him, he's sort of drunk. Are you, Mikhail? Weren't you dead, maybe even, twice?"

"The sonic barrier wasn't set to fatal. And I don't need to explain the rest to you. Now, where did he run off to?"

"Wait, are you that crazy Russian Desmond was talking about? Did he really shoot ya with a harpoon thing? Are ya all mad at him for trying to kill ya?"

"Crazy Russian? Did-did you just call me a crazy Russian?"

"What's it to ya?"

"Sawyer, please. Mikhail, he doesn't mean it, again, he is drunk."

"Come here, pretty boy. Doesn't look like you'll put up much of a fight. Not really worth killing."

"Hey, at least I ain't a ugly boy!"

"Guys! Stop!"

Mikhail pulls out a pistol from him pocket

"What are you going to do now, hmm?"

"Kill ya, that's what I'ma gonna do! Maybe take your other eye, so you can be a blind crazy Russian!"

Mikhail smiles and check to make sure the gun's loaded. He turns quickly to face more towards Kate and pulls the trigger. He shoots her leg , and she falls over.

"KATE!"

"So now, James, what are you going to do? Take my left eye?"

"You ! Why did you shoot Kate!?!?"

"You were getting on my nerves. To let you know she's still alive. And I know your people have a doctor. So if I were you, you'd tell me where he ran off to and then you can run off to your camp."

"He went off to the left. Heck knows why. Something about Naomi being...evil?"

"Ah. Ok then." Mikhail runs off.

"It's alright Freckles, I'll get you to Doc and he can fix you up." Sawyer picks up Kate and carries her to the campsite.