A/n: yay! four people like it! It's better then my last lost fic, w/ Chaire! lol. So! So I just realized that if Sawyer is 18 then he doesn't have to be in foster care...hm...so he's ALMOST 18. lol. ok! in the currently flashbacks, which are in italiacs, Kate is 15 and Sawyer 17? Got it? good. ok! So...thanks again to the 4 ppl that liked the fic! I feel all fuzzy inside. lol. Chapter dos! o! Also if anyone has good nicknames for Finn for Sawyer to call him, then I'm all ears b/c I can't think of any! ANd it shows...anyway! chapter 2!
Chapter 2: Cigarettes, Cars, and Charlie
Kate slowly turned around and came face to face with her past, apparently present, and probably future.
"Sawyer." Kate said looking at the tall southern man.
He smirked at her, "Kate."
Finn looked from his mother to this man.
"Who are you?" Finn asked taking his mother's hand.
Kate noticed this protective gesture and had to bite her lip from keep from laughing. He was so much like his father, overprotective.
Kate watched as Sawyer looked at the boy.
"Who are you?" Sawyer countered.
Kate watched as her son puffed his chest out and smirked at Sawyer, "I'm J–"
"Finn. This is Finn." Kate interrupted smiling stiffly.
"Finn?" Sawyer asked raising an eyebrow.
"What the hell kinda name is Finn?"
Finn crossed his arms and looked at the man crossly.
"It's my mid–"
"What the hell kinda name is Sawyer?" Kate bit back.
Sawyer smirked, "Touche, Freckles, Touche. Now can you tell me what your doing here? And whose kid that is?"
Kate swallowed and looked at the rest of the castaways walking back to where they were sleeping.
"Finn's tired. I need to put him to bed."
"Bullshit, Freckles. He ain't tired. You just don't wanna answer my question." Sawyer snapped.
Kate shook her head, "leave us alone, Sawyer."
Kate started walking back to some shelter she'd found earlier when Sawyer saddled up beside her.
"Come on, Kate. The last time I saw you was in a bar in Gallup watching as you got drunk. You didn't have a kid then." Sawyer growled menacingly.
Kate picked Finn up and started walking faster.
"Leave us alone, Sawyer!" Kate snapped finally coming to their dilapidated shelter.
Sawyer smirked at her and reluctantly started walking away. Kate set the little boy down and started setting the airplanes pillows and blankets up for them so they could have a little bed.
"Who was that?" Finn asked watching the man walk away.
Kate shook her head while making the beds up not daring to look at Finn, "nobody."
"Did you know him a long time ago?"
Kate bit her lip then looked up at her son, "come on Finn, tomorrow's going to be a long day."
Finn grumbled and got into the makeshift bed Kate had made. "Are you going with that Jack-guy to find the cokepoop?"
"Yes." Kate said laughing a little at her son's own term for 'cockpit.'
"But what about that monster thingy in the woods."
"There's no such things as monsters, Finn. Go to bed."
"But mommy!" Finn whined looking at her.
"What was that scary sound? And how do you know that southern guy? And! And! What about the marshal? Is he gonna die? Will rescue come soon? Are we gonna die! Mommy!" Finn rambled as Kate closed her eyes in annoyance.
"We aren't gonna die. The marshal will be fine. The scary sound...we aren't gonna die."
Finn was quiet for a long time and Kate thought he had finally fallen asleep.
"I don't want the marshal to be ok, he hurt us." Finn said quietly then turned over.
"Don't say that, baby." Kate murmured looking at his little back.
She closed her eyes eventually after looking at him for a long time. Her mind slowly wondered to Sawyer and why he was here, what she'd tell him, what he knew, and most of all how she'd deal with him.
"Smoking's bad for you." Kate said walking out of the brick High School building.
" Well ain't that somethin." The guy whose name Kate still didn't know. The guy whose locker was right next to hers.
"What's your name?" Kate asked coming to stand right beside him.
The guy looked at her and hesitated a moment, "Sawyer."
Kate laughed, "as in Tom?"
"As in Sawyer Ford."
Kate looked at him trying to read between the lines. She was missing something, she knew that.
"So...Sawyer what brings you to Iowa."
The guy called Sawyer smirked, "business."
Kate bit her lip to keep from smiling, "huh." she said nodding slowly.
"Business you say? What does a 16 year old know about business?"
Sawyer chuckled, "I'm 17 and a half and a lot."
"Your parent's don't care about this so-called business?"
"My parents are dead."
There was a long pause where Sawyer dropped his cigarette on the concrete ground and stepped on it.
"I-I'm sorry." Kate said quietly looking at the burning embers.
"My parents are divorced."
Sawyer looked at her sharply, "there's a difference, Freckles. Your parents are livin, mine aren't. At least you get to see your mama and daddy. I don't."
Kate stared at him for a long minute, " There isn't a difference, Sawyer. If that's your name."
Sawyer glared at Kate for a few more minutes then took another cigarette out.
"Don't you have somewhere to be, Sweet-cheeks?"
"Not for at least an hour. I help my mom at a diner she works at."
Sawyer smirked, "Corn-fed Iowa girl helpin her mama out, now aren'tcha just the sweetest."
"I'm not that sweet." Kate said quietly watching as he smoked his second cigarette.
She glanced at her wrist watch then sighed, "see you later, Sawyer."
"I thought you didn't have anywhere to be for at least an hour. Don'tcha wanna hang out?" Sawyer asked flicking the finished cigarette next to the first one.
He strode over to her and wrapped an arm around her shoulders.
He smirked when she glared at him, "come on, Freckles, let's paint this small town red."
Kate blushed and stepped away from him watching as his arm dropped away from her shoulders.
"I gotta go."
"Come on, you have an hour don'tcha? I know, not the longest time but...we can still do some damage."
Kate laughed shaking her head and going over to her bicycle.
"Nice car." Sawyer said smirking watching as she fiddled with the lock.
Kate glared at him, "I don't have a car."
"why not?"
"Not 16."
"Well then, I'm not ridin on the handle bars like some 12 year old girl."
Kate giggled, "then we'll walk."
"Walk?"
"yes, walk. As in W-A-L-K. Walk."
"I can spell, Freckles."
"Huh. You learn something every day, don't you?"
Sawyer glared at her,"Where are we going?"
Kate looked at him and smiled, "someplace."
And they started walking.
"So, Finn what do you wanna do?" the blonde Aussie asked the small boy.
They were walking along the beach and Kate had just dropped her son off in Claire's care.
Finn sighed deeply, "I don't need a babysitter, I'm 4 almost 5." he said in a 'duh' voice.
Claire smiled, "I know, but your mum, she's worried."
"If she's so worried she'd have stayed." Finn muttered.
"Your mom, Jack, and that short guy will be back soon."
"His name's Charlie." Finn filled in.
"He came over to our sleeping spot before we left and introduced himself to us. He looked kinda...crazy." Finn said giggling.
"He kept looking around and shaking. He was sweating too. Mommy told me he was just sick. I don't think so though..." Finn rambled looking at the ocean.
"I'm Claire by the way."
"Finn." Finn said smiling and holding his hand out.
Claire laughed a little seeing this grown up action.
"I saw the doctor, Jack do it to mommy."
"Oh, I see." Claire said shaking his little hand.
"So...what do you wanna do?"
Finn shrugged looking around the beach.
"Let's go sit on the airplanes seats, the sand's hot." Finn said pointing to some seats by the water.
"Good idea, my feet are killing me." Claire said as she waddled over to the seats and Finn said beside her.
They were quiet for a minute staring out along the ocean.
"Now what?" Claire asked.
"Are you pregnant?" Finn asked pointing to her stomach.
"Yes, I am." Claire said smiling.
"Hopefully I'll get a kid as good behaved as you." Finn smiled widely clearly proud of his behavior.
"You should tell my mommy that. She doesn't think I'm very good...maybe she'll give me a cookie!"
Claire laughed, "I don't think there are any cookies on this island. Maybe when we're rescued."
Finn looked down at the ground sadly and nodded, "when we're rescued."
Claire noticed this and was about to ask about it when an Asian man came over to them and started speaking rapidly in a foreign language. Finn watched as the man tried to get them to eat cut up fish. Finn didn't think it looked cooked.
Gross.
Finn watched as Claire shook her head then eventually took a piece when the man kept persisting.
"It kicked! The baby kicked!" Claire yelled taking the man's hand and putting it to her stomach. Claire then grabbed Finn's hand and put it where the baby was apparently kicking.
"Woaw!" Finn yelled as he felt the tiny human being inside Claire's stomach.
"Is that what I felt like?" Finn cried as Claire lowered his hand along with the man's.
"Yep! well, you'll have to ask your mum, but probably." Claire said a little distracted.
"I'm so glad he kicked...I thought, I thought...he was...you know."
Finn stared at Claire confused, "you thought he was what? Confused? Sick? When I get sick my mommy gets worried."
Claire smiled sadly at the small boy, "I thought he was dead."
Finn giggled, "that's silly! He's safe inside your tummy! My mommy said I was!" Finn said smiling.
"Finn? Do you wanna take a nap? I'm pretty tired." Claire asked holding back a yawn.
Finn shrugged not really into the idea.
"After the nap we'll do whatever you want to do."
Finn sighed dramatically and started getting into a more comfortable position.
"Only a short nap." Finn muttered closing his eyes.
About a half hour late as Finn was getting to the best part in his James Bond themed dream he realized something.
He had to pee.
Getting off of the airplane chair, glancing at Claire to see she was still sleeping and headed into the jungle still a little groggy from sleeping in the middle of the day. Heading a little ways in and unzipping his pants he jumped when he heard a voice.
"Whatcha doin short-stuff?"
Finn turned around scared to see who had snuck up on him.
He let out a large breath when he saw who it was, "oh, sorry, am I peeing on your tree?" Finn asked looking at the older man.
Sawyer grimaced, "no you ain't peein on my tree. I just...what are you doin out here?"
Finn glanced at the tree then back at Sawyer, "isn't it obvious? I have to pee. There aren't any bathrooms around here, Mister."
"Don't call me Mister."
"I don't know your name."
Sawyer paused and sighed, "Sawyer."
Finn smiled and held out his hand, "like the book? Tom Sawyer? Mommy read it to me when we were flying to Australia. We finished the entire book! I liked it a lot! We were suppose to read Huckleberry Finn coming back but...I had to try and read it by myself...I couldn't." Finn mumbled the last part.
Sawyer looked at the boy suddenly very reminded of another conversation he had about his 'name.'
"It isn't my real name." Sawyer said peering at the boy.
The boy was so familiar.
Finn suddenly smirked and Sawyer felt his heart beat faster.
"It isn't my real name either."
"Finn! FINN!" Claire yelled waddling towards them.
"Oh! Sorry!" Claire yelled suddenly backing up quickly when she noticed the little boys pants were undone.
"I had to pee. This guy walked in on me!" Finn said trying to explain and pointing to Sawyer who looked at Claire.
Claire gave him a disgusted look and took Finn's arm.
"You're disgusting! Praying on little kids! Disgusting! Figures that on that plane there would be a bloody predator! Finn come on! Kate should be back soon!"
"Hey! Hey! Wait! I wasn't doin that! I would never—that's disgusting!" Sawyer yelled after Claire and Finn.
He watched Finn giggle at him and Sawyer groaned frustrated and took his pack of cigarette's out.
There were 5 left.
What would happen when he ran out?
Glancing over towards Claire and Finn he watched as Finn took the Tom Sawyer book out and jabbed Claire with it to try and get her to read it. Sawyer chuckled watching Finn and suddenly he realized he didn't need his cigarette as bad as he first thought.
Maybe, he could save one.
(A/n: okey dokey! Chapter 2! lol.)
