Ok, second chapter
Thank you SO much for the reviews, aw they made me smile! I might continue a few chapters, hehe //hugs//
The stories meant to feature them all, but have strong Kate undertones, cause she's my mate's favourite character, and we both think her past is really sad, so… here goes.
Perfectionist
Kate wasn't the screaming type, but couldn't help let a small shriek out, as Sawyer's weight sent her flying to the floor.
"Help!" She called, struggling to her feet, hearing Sawyer groan slightly and lift himself up from her.
"Sorry…" He murmured, pushing himself up roughly off the limp brunette, and leaning his back against the wall. She stared in horror at his appearance, clambering to her knees and putting her hands to his face.
"Jesus, Sawyer what happened? Are you ok?" His lip was slowly dripping blood, as was his nose, and a black eye was slowly forming.
"Fine I jus-."
"Oh my god!" Shannon squealed, who was the first to come skidding into the hallway, her pink socks acting as ice skates on the waxed floor. "What happened?"
"I was about to say-." Sawyer began, as a startled Jack helped him to his feet.
"Woah, dude…" Hurley breathed. "Your like…"
"Move!" Jack called, pushing past and leading the limping Sawyer back into the living room, shoving him into the sofa and dashing back into the kitchen.
"What happened?" Kate pushed, sitting next to him and peering into his face.
"I uh…" He said sheepishly. "Ran into somebody…"
"Somebody…?" Kate asked suspiciously. "You mean…?"
"Pickett." He snarled, anger evident in his voice as Jack pressed a wet flannel into his hands, which he used to wipe the blood from his chin. "Apparently him and Colleen were kind of… dating."
"Oh for god sake Sawyer." She hissed. "Keep it in your pants why dontcha?"
"She was worth it…" He smirked, wincing immediately as his mouth throbbed painfully. "Hey twinkle-toes!" He breathed, signalling to Claire. "Get me a drink?"
"Oh… yeah, sure…" She exclaimed, dashing into the kitchen and running the tap.
"Why the hell did he-."
"I screwed his girl, Freckles… fair dues…"
"Fair-?" She choked, raking his hair out of his eyes and staring at him. "Your… condoling this?"
"Hey, least you got laid." Charlie grinned, clapping Sawyer on the back much to Kate, Claire and Libby's annoyance.
"Charlie!" Claire hissed, nudging him and sitting on the armrest. "Stop encouraging him!"
"No, seriously, you think its ok, for him to just come up and smack you?" Kate asked incredulously,
"I ain't happy about it." He scowled, letting her run a finger over his lip, giving her a suggestive smirk.
"Oh for god sake grow up!" She snapped, sitting heavily down and folding her arms. The damage to Sawyer's face was considerably less than expected, and once Kate had cleared away the blood, he almost looked normal, except for the large bruise, now fully formed over his left eye… "There, you don't look that bad." Kate smirked, the freckles on her nose dancing as she scrunched it up.
"That bad? Well, comin' from you that's a compliment." He smirked back, wrapping an arm round her middle and forcing her back onto the couch, his fingers dancing over her stomach making her giggle.
"Get off!" She smiled, still pretending in vain to be angry with him. "Your lips bleedin' again." He swore quietly, wiping the scarlet trickle away from his chin.
"You gonna kiss it better?" He smirked, running his fingers through his hair, and leaning back against the couch, his arm wrapping round Kate's shoulders and pulling her towards him. "Ok, ok… you just sit there. Don't mind me bleedin' to death…"
"I won't." She smirked, resting her head against his chest and playing absentmindedly with a strand of his hair. "BUT you need to get your hair cut."
"How dare you." He said in faux hurt, picking up a strand of hers and playing with it too. "You need an even bigger haircut, Freckles. You've got split ends… hey… did you hit your head?" He asked suddenly, parting her chocolate curls to reveal a painful gash just above her neck, in her hairline. "Damn…"
"Oh, yeah." She said nervously, sitting up quickly. "I fell and hit my head on the sink. Damn floor." He didn't look convinced and continued to part her hair gently. "Sawyer…" She began, shrugging her shoulders to push his hands away. "I did it ages ago…"
"You did that last week or somethin'… when you had the cold?"
"Yeah."
"Kate… did-." He stopped abruptly, his eyes widening. Kate, glad for the distraction looked round. And wished she hadn't. Ana had her lips pressed against Jack's her eyes closed and her hands slightly awkwardly on his waist. Sawyer wolf whistled loudly, causing Jack to turn red. "Woo! Jacko!" He drawled. "And Chica! Never thought you two would hook up…"
"We're not-." Jack bit, causing the smile to fall off Ana's face. Kate cringed again, as much as she disliked Ana, that must have hurt! While Sawyer was making some knew sexual innuendo, she quickly tied her hair back into a bun, so it covered the cut on her head. She didn't need him asking any more questions. Shannon, Hurley and Claire made some shocked squealing noises as whatever Sawyer had just said, and jogged Kate out of her reverie. "We were just-." Jack protested weakly, torn between a glare from Ana-Lucia and the smug looking smirk from Sawyer. "Uh-."
"I know what you were doin'." He smirked, "But hey, poor Rambina couldn't wait for me forever." Ana glared at him, and shuffled away from Jack in annoyance, Sawyer gave another wide smirk but hissed, and yelped, pressing a thumb to his split lip. Kate guffawed and used another wash cloth to dab at it.
"So what are you gonna do next time you see him?" She questioned, using her free hand to pull back his hair slightly, revealing yet another gash.
"I could take him on anytime… he took me by surprise." He reasoned, causing Kate to give another smirk.
"Yeah you could." She smiled, "Did he get you anywhere else?"
"Mm… no." He said gruffly, putting his hands protectively over his chest. Kate raised her eyebrows, yanked up his shirt, and gasped.
"Jeez, Sawyer he laid into you…" There was an ugly purple mark just underneath his ribcage, as she pressed her hands gently onto his bruised skin, and felt his intake of breath. "Ooh, honey that's bad…"
"Honey?" He quizzed, causing Kate to blush deeply. His smirk reached his eyes, and they sparkled at her sexily.
"You need ice or something?" Claire asked nervously, placing her burger wrapper on the table and standing up. Kate nodded, and pulled Sawyer's shirt up further, examining the area round it. He leant back slightly, relieving the pressure from his chest. Claire padded back in with a block of ice wrapped in a tea towel, and handing it to Kate. "Here…"
"Thanks." She smiled, carefully wrapping it tighter and pressing it gently against his chest. Her fingers brushed against his tanned chest, feeling his muscles tense at the cold radiating through the towel.
"Damn, Freckles… you gonna be a nurse when you grow up?" He smirked. "Seriously, where'd you learn to do that?"
"Practise." She murmured, so low under her breath that no one heard.
"You gonna buy a nurses outfit?" He smirked suggestively. She groaned, and jabbed one of her fingers into his bruise. He yelped and blinked at her. "What the hell was that fer?"
"For being a jackass." She sighed, throwing the towel down on his lap and scowling. Why could he never be serious? He looked slightly annoyed by her flippant attitude, and slumped backwards. She tucked the strands of hair away from her eyes, and stood up properly. "I'm going to the bathroom." She said, her voice flat, causing everyone to turn and look at her. "What?" She snapped. Stepping over the McDonalds wrappers and throwing the one stuck to her jeans at the couch. Jack frowned, and turned away from Ana who was looking after Kate, her eye sparkling with acid. She made her way slowly up the stairs, her stomach heavy, and slipped into the upstairs bathroom. This was stupid. She was having a fun time downstairs, chatting to her friends and enjoying their company. Wayne was back home. So why did it still cause her to panic? She was actually shaking, as she gripped the sink, and tried to force the rational thoughts into her head. Her mum was an adult. Her mum knew what she was doing. She was safe… she jumped slightly, as there was a loud knock. Looking at her pale reflection, she scrubbed at her eyes and opened the door.
"Hey, Freckles…" Sawyer began, looking slightly nervous.
"Hey yourself." She breathed flatly, running her hands through her hair. "What is it?"
"Was just… y'know…" He began. "You were kind of snappy. Cause unless your PMS-ing, I-."
"What?" Kate chuckled, leaning heavily against the door frame. He grunted in embarrassment, pulling at his hair and straightening up. He looked at her mockingly for a moment, but then his gaze softened.
"How did you hit your head, Kate?" Kate. He only ever used that name when it was serious. She was a good liar, it came naturally, and the words were rolling off her tongue before she even processed it.
"I fell and hit my head on the sink…"
"We both know that didn't happen…" He said softly.
"What?" She breathed, her voice artificially high.
"Stop being a perfectionist." He sighed. "Things can't always be perfect." She swallowed hard, and took a step back. Damn, she hated being sussed out.
"Stop talking like you know me." She said softly, attempting to inject venom into the words, but failing.
"Stop talking like I don't." He breathed, using his hand to cup her face gently, his thumb traced her lips. He leaned forward, so the freckles merged on her sandy skin, and he brushed his lips against hers. They were still for a moment, their body's connecting. Then the moment passed, and they pulled away, their eyes dropping to the floor, as Sawyer rubbed his arm slightly. They nodded at each other, and Kate leaned against the door frame, tucking strands of hair away from her face.
"Colleen was a crap kisser anyway." He grunted.
: ) I kinda neglected Charlie, Libby and Hurley, but I'll do another chap with them tomorrow : )
