Set around 'The Brig'/'The Man Behind The Curtain', but Kate and Sawyer haven't had sex since the cage. Sawyer has been missing for about 2 ½ days now. I have added a few things into the story which weren't on the TV, but hey that's fiction right?!? This mainly from Kate's POV this chapter but that will change in future chapters! Skate! With one sided jate, and some Jun, Chaire and possibly Jacket! Rating T.
The sun was slowly starting to set over one of the only secluded parts of the losties beach. With her brown tousled hair blowing gracefully in the wind and her freckles still slightly glowing from the sun she had caught today, Kate looked relaxed and at peace to any passer by. Although this was not the case, Kate was not relaxed or at peace, she was, as usual, thinking about the one thing that always seemed to come into her mind and could cause her both sadness and happiness in the space of minutes, Sawyer.
During the past 90 or so days, Kate's feelings towards Sawyer had always been changing and never stayed the same for too long. One minute she could be seduced by his charm and southern accent and the next she could be repulsed by his lack of social ness or damn right selfishness, much like when he conned Jack and Locke into getting the guns.
But even then she could not deny that although she was not happy with what he did, she was impressed by his conning skills and his ability to stay calm and straight faced during the whole thing. She didn't know if this impressed her because of her past as a convict on the run or because he was just so darn charming.
Charming. She silently chuckled to herself, that should be his middle name she thought. He certainly knew how to charm her and charm her well. His tanned physique and cute dimples definitely helped though, gosh those dimples.
The first time she saw them she knew that he couldn't be as bad as everyone thought. Although his dimples didn't show everyone that he wasn't bad, Kate saw him a way no one else really saw him.
She saw him as a wounded soul, who had had some tough times and probably got into the wrong crowd, she saw that he didn't like doing these things and that he had problems showing his true emotions.
This was all revealed as true when he showed her the letter. Something about the way he spoke about his past touched something in Kate. She didn't know if this was because she was an emotional person or because his past somehow, in a warped kind of way, mirrored hers.
She sat there in that exact same spot for another hour or so before realising how long she had been there for. She slowly got up, quickly stretching as she was now stiff, after stretching her aching joints she brushed the sand of her blue denim jeans and started to wonder up towards the camp.
As she was walking she found herself walking towards Sawyer's tent, why she didn't know, it was like she was drawn to him, and connection that neither of them really understood, but could both acknowledge that it was there. She quietly called out his name and then because of the lack of answer, she popped her head round the over hanging tarp and had a look inside his spacious, but kinda cosy tent. She had seen his tent before, but the fact that Sawyer wasn't in there right now intrigued her to have a closer inspection and nosy of the bachelor's tent.
She stepped to the right of the tent, but as she went to take another step, she felt something on the underneath of her foot, she looked down and stood in awe at what she saw.
She knelt down onto the hard sand and brushed the sand off the partly hidden suitcase. His stash! She smiled to herself when she thought of him catching her looking at it. As she sorted through the pile of dirty magazines and bits and bobs which are completely useless if you are stranded on an island, she came across a crumpled, creased and folded letter. She felt herself go bright red even before reading it which revealed her worst fear, he had found it and read it…