Title - The Girl Everyone Thought They Knew
By - PheonixFireBlackSummary - Don't let the title fool you, it's probably not what you think. Something Kate says makes Sawyer remember someone from three years ago. And Kate remembers someone else as well. How do the two stories coincide? Pre-island couple.
Genre - General
Category - LostFeedback - LOVE it. But only if you want...Criticism - You know what they say: If you've got it, flaunt it! Sure, the saying's not about criticism, but who cares!Disclaimer - I don't own anything. Life sucks. I'll go cry now. I'm good at this whole, not-owning stuff thing. Maybe I could get a career in...not-owning! I don't own the song, but I don't know who DOES own it, either
Notes - The idea came to me when I was listening to a mix CD on repeat. I can't be 100 sure, but I honestly think the song is called "Who Is Me". For any of those of you who are reading this, PLEASE read the lyrics and see if you might be able to recognize the song! It's killing me, and I've been trying for two whole days to find out who it is that sings it, and even if I have the title and all of the lyrics right. Yeah...if you do happen to know the song, sorry if I ended up getting the lyrics wrong. I typed them while listening to the song. lol.

This will be 3 chapters long. And, um, EVERYONE READ THIS PLEASE. Glad I got your attention. Now, the first two chapters are going to be the SAME thing but from DIFFERENT view points. Ch 1 will be from one person's P.O.V. Ch 2 will be from the other's P.O.V. the particular P.O.V.'s are for when they AREN'T in flashbacks...otherwise it'll be in third-person Ch 3 will be....a thing. lol! And if a bit of the song isn't needed for some point, it won't be used. Most of it will be, though... IF YOU CHOSE TO LISTEN AND READ THIS, YOU CAN STOP NOW.

OH! And about the Kate-quote I'm going to be using, don't dog me on it. I'm pretty sure it's not right. I was paraphrasing when I quoted it. When I re-watch the episode tonight, I will change it, and (eventually) change it here. La-di-da. I'm done now....

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The Girl Everyone Thought They Knew - Ch 1
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I get it. You don't want to get off this island because there's nothing
for you to go back to. Nothing for you to miss and no one to miss you
-Kate (to Sawyer) The Moth
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I'm laying in my make-shift "house" on the beach. Kate's words ringing in my ears. She's wrong. She's dead wrong. There is something for me to go back to. Someone. The only problem will be finding her. Never found out what her name was. She wouldn't tell me. But, she doesn't know mine either. I wonder if she ever thinks about that night like I do? Probably not. She probably doesn't even remember it. What was there to remember? We didn't even know each other's names. Not to mention it was a one-time thing. Two people just passing through the same city going on a meaningless date. It wasn't supposed to mean anything, so why do I find myself thinking about her all the time?

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Flashback
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City-slicker man with a California tan
Jag pulls up to a rusy van
He said, "Do you need to make a call, ma'am"
Slams the hood "I just got her fixed.
The engine don't purr but she sure does tick and, uh,
dinner would be delightful."
-Who Is Me - ??
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He pulled up in his Jaguar on the side of the road just behind a woman around his age in a old, sort of beat-up, rusty van. When he got out of the car he could see that she had the hood up, looking at something. "Somethin' wrong with the van? You need to make a call?"

She slammed the hood shut and looked over at the man walking towards her. "Nope. Just got her fixed. The engine don't purr but she sure does tick. And, uh, if you're hinting at a dinner," She smiled, "That'd be wonderful."

"Now, what would make you think that I was hinting at something like that?" He asked, suddenly sounding a lot more Southern than his city-slicker look gave off.

"Well, I don't know. A good-looking man like you pullin' up in a Jag to help a girl out...it just doesn't fit. I figure you'll want something out of it even though you didn't do anything." She smiled again, "That's the type I see you as."

"Hmmm...Well, I'll give you a little credit since you think you can read people so well."

"So, where will we be going?" She asked.

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He said, "Who, ah, who are you?"
She said, "Who, ah, who is me?"
"Ah," He said, "Who, ah, who are you?"
She said, "Who, ah, who is me?"
-Who is me - ??
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"What's are you?" He asked. She looked oddly familiar, though he could be wrong. He'd mistaken several people to be someone they weren't.

"Who is me? I don't know. I'm trying to find myself right now."

He smiled a little, "Ah, come on, who are you?"

"I told you already."

"All right, I can buy that."

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She wore a long black dress
And who'd have guessed
The sharp-slick-shooter was a beautiful mess
As nervous as a school boy
-Who Is Me - ??
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The two had set a meeting place and time. When he walked in, he looked around and immediately spotter her out in the mass of people. She was wearing a simple black dress that just touched her knees. It was at that point when he started getting nervous. And that wasn't something he felt very often. He walked over to her and she was the one to speak first, a smile on her face.

"Hey, there, Mr. Jag." She grinned.

"Well, hello Ms. No-Name."

"Well, you didn't tell me your name either. What is your name?"

"You didn't answer my question. And I asked first."

She just smiled and led the way to one of the empty tables near the back of the restaurant. She sat down across form him and smiled. She did that a lot.

He was quietly, anxiously, bouncing his leg up and down under the table. He hadn't been this nervous since he was fifteen. This was all kinds of wrong to him right now. "So, uh, after dinner is there...is there anything you want to, uh, do?"

She smiled at his stuttering. She had always found that cute from a guy. It also proved that they were human and not cold, heartless bastards. Or at least not all of them. "No. All I asked for was dinner."

"I see."

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She laughs out loud
And talks in a whisper
And everybody close would swear that they knew her
From here or there or somewhere
-Who Is Me - ??
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He wasn't sure exactly what it was that he'd said to make her laugh, but whatever it was, he didn't care. He liked the sound of her laugh. And he found it interesting that when she talked it was just barely over a whisper, but when she laughed it was out loud for everyone to hear.

He was still bent on thinking he knew her from somewhere, and apparently, he wasn't the only one. Several people had stopped at their table and asked her if they had met sometime. It would seem that out of so many people that seemed to recognize her, at least some of them she should have had a "yes" for an answer, but every one received a "no", just like he had when he'd asked her earlier.

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Took it slow
He kept his cool
Queen never likes to be seen with a fool
Watch to see what she does

Words, ah, drip like honey from lips
And his eyes grew brighter when she left the tip
"And, uh, what did you say your name was?"
-Who Is Me - ??
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They took the night slow and so far, aside from the first babbling slip-up, he had managed to keep his cool, despite the still present nervousness. They had talked at least an hour or two after they were finished with dinner. The words just constantly flowing from one to the other.

She glanced at her watch, "Oh, wow. It's getting late. I really should go. I've got to rest up for that self-finding adventure." She smiled.

"Oh, right. Ok." He said, pulling his wallet out to leave the tip on the table, however, she had beat him to it, putting her money on the table. He smiled at her. "And, uh...what did you say your name was?"

She stood up and just laughed at him. "Who is me." She repeated what she'd said earlier, "I'm still trying to find that out, Mr. Jag." With that, she placed a kiss on his cheek and walked out of the restaurant. Out of his life.

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End Flashback
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I can't believe how well I can remember that night. Every time she smiled or laughed. I guess it's kind of pathetic, really, but...what can I do about it? I've tried to forget it. Forget her. But I can't do it. God won't allow it for some reason that is still quite unknown to me. Maybe He's got somethin' up His sleeve like, uh, maybe I'll get to see her again....

You know what's kind of funny? She look kinda like Kate. Or rather, Kate looks like her. Either way, it's all the same, right? Point is, they really do favor a lot. It's kind of weird...

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Notes - Ok, so, that was 1.) Short 2.) Not a full use of lyrics honestly, I hate repeating the chorus all the time. lol and 3.) I don't know, it just always seems like a good thing to have three points. lol!

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Later days,
-PFB-