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Sawyer paused; considering for a moment that he should turn away and walk back to the beach; pretend that he hadn't seen Ana sobbing. She was staring up at him though, fear obviously tainting her eyes and he knew that he couldn't leave. Not until he made sure she wasn't afraid.

"I won't tell anyone."

She shook her head lightly, "yeah? And what do I have to give you for that?"

"Nothin'." At least he had his wish now, he'd managed to make himself so hated and reviled that he wasn't able to perform a favour without people expecting him to charge for it. He sat down next to her and she wrapped her arms around her stomach, looking away. "I don't want anything."

She stayed silent for a moment before attempting to scowl, failing to manage. "Then why don't you just leave?"

"What's wrong?" She clenched her eyes shut at his question and he asked again, unsure if it was because he cared about her or if it was because he wanted to gain more information on his fellow castaways to use against them later. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Don't look like nothing."

"Well it is."

She shuddered violently and a sob managed to escape her throat. He inched closer to her, worried now. This wasn't the Ana that he was used to seeing and he decided that it had to have been something horrendous if she was crying over it.

"Did someone die?"

He didn't know what reaction he had been expecting but another sob burst from her as the tears spilled over again. She began to shiver and he wrapped an arm around her back. He had done it automatically, it was something he was used to doing when he conned women. He had to look like the sexy yet comforting boyfriend who would listen intently to all of their problems. He was about to pull his arm away again, not wanting to revisit those times when she rolled her body to the side, her chest resting against his shoulder as the tears continued to cascade down her face.

He moved his other arm so that he was encasing her and waited a few moments till he tried to talk to her again.

"Just tell me what's wrong."

"It died."

"What did?"

She was whimpering when she spoke, "my baby."

He felt fear course through his veins, completely unsure how he should take the information. He hadn't even known that she was pregnant. Trying not to show panic in his voice he said the only thing he could think of, "we should get you to Jack then."

She shook her head, her hair tangling against his chest, "not now. A long while ago. I should have saved it."

"What happened?"

She laughed bitterly; "my boyfriend Danny, after I was shot, the doctors gave him a choice. They could terminate the baby and save me or try to save the baby and let me die. They should have saved the baby."

Sawyer tightened his grip on her as more of her tears began to fall. He wasn't sure what he thought about all the new information.

"They should have saved the baby."

"It isn't your fault." It was a familiar line for him; he'd been told it time and time again after his parents died, by family members, friends, school councillors, even by the few sporadic women he'd become close enough to to tell the story to. "It wasn't your fault Ana."

The use of her name evoked a reaction in her. She began to struggle against his grip and he released her, watching as she stopped crying, halting all signs of expression from appearing on her face.

"I know that Jackass." She strode off; going back to the camp and Sawyer wondered why she had left. He wasn't sure if he had helped her feel better, but at least he'd managed to stop her crying.