A/N: I am so sorry that I did not update sooner but now I actually have an idea where this story is going now.

and I obsessively updated the first chapter because I'm a freaky perfectionist.

He saw her on the beach, her black hair flowing down her back, for once not tied up, rippling across her bronzed shoulders. And the way the mid day sun illuminated her figure and made her hair almost chocolate colored made Sawyer glad for all the beautiful scenery on the island. In fact since their last exchange two days ago, she had not pulled it back at all. Sawyer thought it made her look damn hot, not that she hadn't been before but now there was something about that Latina that was suddenly imprinted on his mind. Not that he hadn't watched her walk before but now when she walk by he saw beneath the exterior she put up. There was still the fire there, it just didn't last out unnecessarily as it had before. She wasn't ordering people to jump on her command anymore, now that was progress.

She hadn't taken him up on his offer. He was a little disappointed, after all he was a man and he did have needs. And every time he saw her, he felt lust rush through him as he thought of those lips, those lips that constantly tormented his thoughts, those lips that had been on his lip, neck, chest...

"Two guesses to what you're thinking about Sawyer."

Her voice brought him back to this god forsaken island. Ana Lucia walked by carrying a fishing net that she had borrowed from Jin, and noticing Sawyer's obvious stare, she chose to walk up to the Southerner, hips swaying and relishing the look of utter desire coursing on his face.

"What you a mind reader now? I know you have many talents but I didn't know that was one of them, Chica," his eyes rolling over her body, savoring the view.

She continued as if he hadn't spoken, "Either how that roll of quarters in your pocket needs to go to that load of whites or you are very, very glad to see me. Since there are monetary issues here, I'm going to go with my second guess, you are happy to see me," she said with one of her half smiles. "You know, you should at least make it look like you're doing something other than ogling at me."

"You know what Lucy, you're right, I'm gonna make myself useful, I'm going to help you catch some fish," Sawyer drawled, elongating his words, his eyes still drinking in the sight of her body. "Let's go catch us some fish Muchacha," and slowly got up from his so called beach chair that had been pilfered from the plane wreckage.

"Hold on there a moment Cowboy, did I say you could come?" the playfulness totally gone from her voice, almost an animalistic growl. In the the same movement she pulled her thick black hair into a ponytail, flicked and stormed away, the nets snapping as if to make a statement as well.

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Sawyer watched her go. That woman made him crazy one minute on top of him, the next smacking him. Women, he thought, but he though mainly about one woman, the woman that had formally graced his thoughts was the the woman who was actually walking towards him now. God, Freckles just had the best timing, she probably was coming to ask for some thing from his stash and then go do her oh so predictable dance with Jack while they were traipsing around in the jungle.

"Sawyer, I need something from your stash," her green eyes staring through him, hands on hips.

What a surprise...

"Not now Freckles, I gotta go talk to someone," Sawyer brushed Kate off, already going in the direction of the woman who more recently haunted his thoughts, the girl with the fiery personality but vulnerable eyes, the other outcast on the island: Ana Lucia.

Sawyer looked at her in the ocean from a distance wondering what the hell he was doing there. She had given him nothing but grief but in the last two days her tough exterior had cracked just enough for him to see her softer side, the side that had confided in him that she was going to use the gun she had stolen from him to kill a man in almost cold blood.

Her hair was still in a ponytail that trailed down her back, and her rolled up jeans had water slithering their way up the length of them. Sawyer drank in the sight of her, Ana Lucia sure could take the breath right out him. Ana was concentrated on her task; she didn't even ear Sawyer's approaching steps.

"Getting a little wet there Lucy?" Sawyer smirked at her from his dry vantage point.

"I thought I told you I don't need your help or anyone's for that matter," her voice almost trying to tell herself the same thing.

"Well, well, well this testy little chica's telling me what I can and can't do, it's a good thing I'm not Ol' Johnny Locke. And besides I'm not here to help, I'm here to keep you company, something that you aren't exactly getting around here."

In return to that statement, Sawyer got a lovely and oh so unpredictable glare from Ana Lulu. She determinedly set her jaw in a manner that didn't look like she would be speaking to him very soon. He settled down on a rock well enough away from the ocean but still near enough to her so that they could have a cozy conversation.

"Ya know I'm just going to keep talking and I know you won't mind because I know something about you. Something that nobody else on this island knows." She glanced at him and raised her eyebrows quizzically with the little smile that accompanied it as if to say 'yeah right try me'. Sawyer continued in an all-knowing drawl, "I know you've killed a man before in cold blood. I know because of the way you held that gun when I walked in on you, I know because of the way you knew that if that temptation stayed there, you would have done it."

Then it happened she ran at him, he wasn't aware of what she was doing until he felt the punches reverberating through his whole body. She certainly did have a fiery side and he was getting burned, quite badly in fact. They were rolling around on the rock when Sawyer somehow managed to grab hold of her swinging arms with an iron clad grip. With his trademark scowl marking his face,"Calm down Rambina, it's okay. You're not alone. You're not the only one to have killed someone in cold blood, something within you does change whether you're conscious of it or not. It may not hit you for a while, but when it does, it will hit you like a boulder."

He wrapped his arms around her, she was still, not making a sound or move. She was a rag doll in his arms. They stayed like that for several minutes until a scream came emanating out of the jungle. It was moving closer to them to the beach.

A little girl emerged from the underbrush with blonde braids and wide blue eyes with tears scattered all over her face. An intake of breath of recognition came from Ana and one word.

"Emma."

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A tender Sana moment and a cliffhanger what a way to leave you. No doubt I will obsessively rewrite this chapter as well but don't let that stop you from reviewing. I don't really care what you write but what I could improve upon would be helpful.