Disclaimer: I do not own all of these characters they are merely Lost characters put into my own story line. This is the sequel to 'Running' I recommend reading it if but I wouldn't say it's necessary to understanding this one.:) Basically Sawyer and Kate got together after escaping from the Others, who they found out are ruthless and will capture people for their own benefit. Sawyer and Kate in my fic are supposedly a bit 'different' and I'll go more into that later:) so please read and review and with no further adue…

Dew Drops

Chapter 1: Breaking the Usual Habits

Droplets of water laced every blade of grass along the hillside. Each morning as the sun rose in the eats, thousands of little rainbows danced around the ground. Every dew drop created a pure light that glistened beautifully. When the sun rose, a new day began, a fresh start, a new chance; chance to leave the past behind. The little droplets were fresh, clean, so pure they could wash all worries away, just leaving the since of coolness and new beginning.

Cool dew drops bounced into the air, when stepped on, soaking into the hem of a pair of blue jeans. On that morning the water droplets were not pleasure to any eyes upon that hill, their symbolic meaning was worthless. The people who tread that hill had no desire for forgiveness, or new beginnings. The past was what made each moment a reality. Moving forward and forgetting the past was not an option, yet.

Kate stared at a pair of boots that walked a few feet before her. They held a steady pace, one foot placed in front of the other, only barely knowing where they where headed.

For even without words, Kate had an understanding with a person she had never possessed before. Always having been, the loner, the independent person, she treaded new territory with guarded understanding. There was one goal, one thought, one train of mind that they shared.

The coolness of the morning air reminded Kate of another cool afternoon three days before.


It all became real, as Kate stared at the man. They had finally escaped from the Others, they had thought it would be over. Kate wanted so much to believe that the kisses, the talks and the swim that had only happened moments before, would not go away. But as she stared at the man, who held a gun to Sawyer's head, she found it all had to believe, she found it hard to hope.

"Thought after two weeks over there ya would have gotten the big picture, Cowboy." An icy voice whispered.

"What the hell do you want?"

The same cold voice warned Sawyer.

"Could have sworn we made it clear… stay away from the girl."

"Or else what?" Sawyer asked in a low, dangerous tone.

"Or else…" the man answered cockily. "We'll kill one of them."

Kate was afraid to move, afraid to breath, she looked straight at the man wearing a brown shirt and pants, but she didn't even see him, all she heard where his words, for her mind was adrift. His face was hidden by Sawyer's profile, but it could be seen that he was sitting on his haunches. Kate thought for a moment she would make a move, but she couldn't bring herself to risk Sawyer's life.

"Stay away from her." The man warned again for emphasis. He then hit Sawyer with the gun, knocking him out. Kate nearly ran after him, but stopped herself to tend to Sawyer.

"Sawyer? Sawyer!" Kate nearly yelled. Her voice was filled with concern. His head was bleeding a little, she placed her fingers on either side of his face gently and moved it from side to side in an attempt to wake him up.

Coughing Sawyer sat up slightly.

"Ok, uhm…" Kate had remembered watching old action TV shows when she was a kid, how whenever some one had been hurt they asked them a question. Kate had never tried this, being as she usually didn't stay around to often make sure the person she knocked out was 'ok'.

"Uh, where are we?" Kate asked quickly. Sawyer's grown was the only response she recieved.

"Oh no! What's my name?"

Sawyer's pupils were dilated, his head turned slightly toward her voice and he finally caught her worried gaze.

"Freckles…"

A smile spread across Kate's face as she hugged him.

"Your alright."

"You seem to have a thing for getting hurt." Kate said nearly smiling as she cleaned his cut. They still sat by the waterfall, she used his t-shirt dampened with cool water to doctor his wound.

"What can I say, danger just some how kind's its way to me." Sawyer said realizing the truth in his statement.

"There, that should hold ya till you go to Jack." Kate announced proudly, as she had finished stopping the blood flow for the most part.

"Ya really think they'll do it… kill one of them?"

"They killed Steve, remember?"

"Thought that was Scott?" Sawyer said questioningly

Kate thought for a moment.
"Whatever." She shrugged. "Should we tell them?"

"No, they've been scared enough. I guess we should just keep our distance for a while."

Kate solemnly nodded, not wanting to be separated from Sawyer. Both had been there at the camp, they had seen what the other's would do to get what they wanted done.

"Sure that gash on your head won't be a question of interest?" Kate said teasingly as they started to walk away from their private haven.


Two days after the man had threatened them Sawyer sat in his tent saving for the first time in weeks.

"Hey!" Kate leaned into his tent.

They each had tried their best, for the sake of the camp, to keep their distance, but it had been very difficult. Every time their eye's locked all remembrance of responsibility melted away.

"Hey, yourself, puddin'."

Kate hesitated for a moment before walking into his ten, but one look at his dimples made her forget every care.

"So you're finally shaving" Kate acknowledged in a triumphant tone. She knelt down at his level. Sawyer wore no shirt, so Kate wrapped her arms around his waist as he continued to shave. Raising her head from his shoulder, she whispered in his ear.

"Don' you dare make it to clean cut."

It was the little things she did such as whisper in his ear or lean her head on his shoulder letting her brown locks fall where they may, that sent chills down his spine, and made him want her even more. No, one else had ever been able to make him loss his breath, or make him not able to think or move like she could.

Sawyer smiled, then quickly finished shaving. He splashed some water on his face from a tub at his knees, then drying his face with a towel. Turning around, he lazily let his arms fall around her waist.

Kate tucked her head under his chin and rested her head against his chest. Listening to his heart beat, so steady and strong, everything else disappeared. She knew that beat was as dependable as the life it sustained. Without her looking up Sawyer began to speak to her, in a what Kate found southing tone.

"So, I been thinking, Freckles, and…"

A blood curling scream interrupted Sawyers train for speech. Quickly Kate grabbed Sawyer's hand and the both rose from knelling position, they raced out of the tent and headed toward the scream.

A small group was gathering, and of course Jack was in the center. It had been Claire who had seen it first, her piercing scream had quickly brought the whole camp over. They stared down at the body of Sullivan; he had been the worry wort of the bunch, he often pestered Jack about hives or Michael about the raft or Locke about boar. He had never been a considerate, appreciated man, but as the crowd stared down at his body lying on the beach guilt settled in the pit of their stomachs. He lay a mess of broken limbs and scrapes of blood.

Kate couldn't lift her gaze, she continued to grip Sawyer's hand. Attempting to pull him away, Sawyer growled at her in a very low tone so only she could hear him.

"No…"

He knew this man was dead because of him, because of them. But he wouldn't blame this on her, he couldn't. His eye's pierced the man's lifeless body. Guilt swarmed through his whole being, consuming his every thought.

"He's dead." Jack annoucnced in a sorrowful voice, after checking his pulse one last time. The group began to disperse, back to their previous engagement with saddened hearts.

Kate gently touched her fingers to Sawyer's shoulder.

"Please…"
She said in an act of desperation as well as understanding. Kate also knew why the man before her was dead.

"We have to tell them." She whispered.

Rushing past her, Sawyer headed for his tent. He pulled out the riffle he had taken off the guard two nights before.

"What are you doing?" Kate asked Sawyer.

He began to pack everyday items into a backpack.

"What do ya think I'm doin' darlin'? I'm gonna do something about this, about all of this!"

"Yes, of course, cause going out for revenge with one gun and your anger, would seem to work." Kate responded sarcastically.

Sawyer felt the guilt and frustration boil over.

"Ain't exactly surprised ya don't wanna help, Freckles, seein' as your main priority is yourself." Sawyer said in an attempt to hurt her. He hovered over her, Kate did not left her head. She knew Sawyer all to well, she wouldn't be hurt that easily. Learning to expect mood swings like this from him she understood how to handle it.

"Since you don't have a plan, give me twenty minutes, I'll be ready, and we'll plan this out." Kate told him forcefully

"Fine. Twenty minutes."

Kate walked away toward her tent.


A night in the jungle and several hours later, Sawyer and Kate walked on a dew drop covered hill toward the Other's camp. Sawyer held the rifle on his shoulder by a strap, while Kate held a knife; she had snuck from the camp, in her jeans. Each of them had a backpack on their shoulders, holding only necessities. Neither of them looked back, neither of them regretted, they moved on to make a wrong, right; to do something different.