Sawyer awoke with a start that morning. He had just awoke from a very nasty rescuing nightmare he had been having ever since he had heard that Kate had been… he couldn't even think about it without the tears pricking in his eyes. His heartstrings tugged with fear as he remembered what he had seen on the news just a few nights ago.

"Katherine Austen, a highly dangerous fugitive who was on the flight Oceanic 815 when it crashed onto a remote island nearly a year ago had today been sentenced for her crimes" Read a newsreader on the screen.

Sawyer had not been watching the TV, he had just used the sounds of it to fill the silence of his empty house, but now he was hanging on to every of the newsreaders words. His heart jumped as Kate was lead onto the screen in handcuffs, a huge burly figure of a security guard on each side, she still looked so beautiful to him, but his eyes struck her the most. Her usually startlingly gorgeous green eyes got his attention for a different reason than they ever had before. And this reason was fear and almost sadness, it was reaping from her eyes and Sawyer could hardly bear to continue watching the screen.

"Katherine Austen has been sentenced by high court judge David Smelding to death on account of her many crimes and murder. Sawyer's heart had stopped the moment he heard the word death. It seemed so final, he had to deal with the fact that he would probably never see her alive again.

Sawyer was now unable to stop the tears flooding from his eyes, he crawled onto his bed crying uncontrollably like a baby. And this was just from the memory of watching the devastating news. He know also knew that it had been about 3 days since the newscast, so Kate would most probably be dead. He hadn't turned on the TV since that night, and he never wanted to again. It would probably carry confirmation of her death, and his heart was all the confirmation he needed for now.

He didn't know how long he had been laid there and then he rolled over and looked at his clock 3:45am god-damit what a time! He must have fallen to sleep at sometime, but he wasn't really sure when. He lay there for a little while longer, his thoughts slipping, to the person they usually slipped too, but he was disturbed from these thoughts by a loud banging that sounded like it was coming from this bathroom window. He picked up his gun, he always kept it in the bedside draw, if he ever needed it. Turned off the safety and headed into the bathroom.

He could see a silhouette through the frosted glass on his window pane, but couldn't do anything about it, the window was too small to open, he doubted whether a kid would even fit through it, that's what it probably was, he thought kids. This house been empty for long enough thought they'd have a look see. As he studied the silhouette, it wasn't any bigger than a teen's he would have thought. Kids or not kids he thought grinding his teeth, he'd still teach whatever son of a bitch that thought they could climb into his house a lesson. And he'd damn sure teach it good.

He went downstairs and slowly opened the back door, the bathroom window was just around the side so if he crept up along the wall slowly he would have that house robbing bastard right where he wanted him; trapped.

He edged round towards the wall that had the bathroom window on it, creeping slower and slower, he didn't want the pesky kids hearing and making a quick getaway before he could show them that this was private property.

And when he finally reached round the outside of his house, he almost had a heart attack from who he saw standing on his bathroom windowsill. How, what? How in hells name was she there? She was meant to be dead!

She saw him shot him a cheeky smile, she scrambled down the drain pipes so she was right in front of him.

"Hey Sawyer." She said simply, he couldn't believe she was here talking to him and most of all he couldn't believe she was alive. It was her.

It was Kate.