Jenny and Walt had build a large castle and were now playing with Vincent "why were you on the plane?" Walt asked as he threw a stick for the dog.
The little girl shrugged "Sam said we had to leave" she replied a little uncomfortable "you?" she asked getting the subject away from herself.
"My dad came to take me home with him. I have to live with him now" the boy said a little bitter.
"What happened?" the brunette asked.
"My mother died…. They were separated and so, now I get to live with him" he explained faking enthusiasm.
Jenny looked up her blue eyes on the dark ones "I'm sorry" she said softly. She didn't understand, but knew most kids loved their parents.
Walt shrugged "it's alright… I mean, just the way it is right?" the young boy simply replied.
Jenny nodded "yeah… still sucks" she shrugged.
"So where are you from?" he asked. He had heard her and her sister talk in a different languish.
"Holland" she replied, not really wanting to talk about that.
Walt nodded "where you visiting someone in Sydney?" he asked. The two sister were alone, and so he figured they must have been visiting family or something.
Jenny shook her head "no, we were… I…" she stammered staring at her feet.
Walt frowned but put a hand on the girl's frail shoulders "it's alright, you can tell me" he said trying to assure the small brunette.
"We ran…" she continued softly.
Walt looked confused "from what?"
"My… our parents" she replied looking down. She didn't really want to tell him, but couldn't find another story quick enough.
The dark boy raised an eyebrow "your parents… why?" but then he realized.
"They didn't like us" she said barely above a whisper thinking back on everything that had happened.
Walt now wrapped an arm around the small brunette "they can't hurt you now"
Jenny nodded giving him a small smile "everything's better here" she commented and Walt couldn't agree more. He liked it on the island.
The two kids continued playing….
Jack walked down the beach almost tripping over cloths that lay there. He sighed as the doctor realized they were the southerner's. There was however one thing that caught his attention. A piece of paper was about to blow away in the wind. He reached out to pick it up frowning. The surgeon frowned 'dear mister Sawyer' was written in child's handwriting. Jack was about to put it away when he saw the last sentence and read the letter when Sayid walked by.
"Something wrong Jack?" the Iraqi asked of the doctor's serious look.
Jack looked up "I don't know" he replied showing him the letter he'd found.
"Anything interesting?" the conman's southern accent drawled as he came out of the ocean. His eyes narrowed dangerously when he saw the two men holding his letter. He snatched it out of their hands putting his cloths back on.
"So it is true" the dark man concluded.
"None of your fcking business Ali" Sawyer swore voice low.
"How could you…?" Jack now spoke, disbelieve in voice.
Sawyer shook his head "name of the game doc" he smirked starting of down the beach towards his tent.
"We're not done" the doctor hissed grabbing the southerners arm.
The blond turned around yanking his arm out of the taller man's grip "let go" he growled a rarely seen rage in his eyes.
Jack had been forced to let go a little taken aback watching the conman stomp of.
Sayid frowned shaking his head. They weren't gonna get anywhere like this. He would talk to the redneck later, when things had calmed down.
Sawyer reached his tent still furious. Jackass thinking he knew everything… The southerner grabbed some stuff and headed into the jungle.
Kate frowned "where is Sawyer going?" she asked Jack.
"Who knows" Jack mumbled turning to the brunette "Kate, you should stay away from him" he told her "he's dangerous"
Kate couldn't believe what she was hearing "what? And why's that?" she asked curious.
Jack sighed "there's just… he's a killer…" the doctor replied taking a deep breath.
Kate frowned "how do you know?" she asked.
"There was this letter…" Jack started "and Sawyer claimed it to be true"
Kate sighed "Jack…" but stopped herself. Sawyer would kill her if she told Jack the truth. The young woman shook her head. This was gonna be more difficult then she thought.
Jenny saw Sawyer leave into the jungle. The little girl frowned running after him "Sawyer" her small voice called out.
Sawyer frowned turning around when he heard someone call his name "go back to the beach princes" he told her not in the mood for company.
"Where you going?" she asked softly staring at her feet.
"Just for a walk sweetheart" Sawyer sighed.
"Can I come?" the small brunette asked.
Sawyer sighed frustrated. He had just realised they were quit a way from the beach and he couldn't let the small girl head back alone. Eventually the conman shrugged "sure… just be quiet"
The little girl nodded and took the southerner's hand.
Sawyer had planned on maybe staying in the jungle a few days just to be alone, clear his head but that was not gonna happen.
After a few hours of walking Jenny's legs started to feel tired, but she didn't dare say anything and she made sure her face did not betray anything as well, as she bravely trotted along beside the blond.
Sawyer had been so deep in thought he had lost track of time. He looked over at the little girl and stopped "let's take a break princess" he said as he sat down against a fallen tree.
The little girl nodded and sat down next to him.
The conman handed her a bottle with water, which she gratefully took and gulped down the clear liquid.
Sawyer smiled despite himself but then stared of into space. When he turned again the small brunette had curled up against the tree and fallen asleep. Sawyer sighed grabbing his bag. He gently picked up the little girl heading back to the beach.
Jenny, vaguely aware of movement, settled into the strong arms she rested in and for the first time in her short life, she felt safe.
The blond got back to the beach heading to the two sister's tent. He was about to lay her down when small hands clang to his shirt as if never to let go. Sawyer sighed but picked her up again sitting down on the sand the little girl settling on his lap.
Sayid looked up from working on the signal fire seeing the blond return with the small brunette in his arms. The Iraqi frowned as the two sat on the beach he rose to his feet making his way over towards the conman.
Sawyer looked up as again a shadow fell over him "what do you want Ali?" he sighed looking up at the dark man.
Sayid sat down next to them "why did you do it" his eastern accent came questioning.
Sawyer frowned "it's none of your business Captain Falafel" the blond smirked not bothering to look at the shorter man.
Sayid sighed "you drove that boys' dad to kill his mother and himself" he spoke looking at the guy beside him.
Sawyer shrugged "yeah… and…?" he sighed realizing he was not gonna get rid of the ex-soldier.
Sayid frowned "you don't care at al?" he asked in disbelieve.
"Nope" the southerner simply replied "they were stupid enough to give their money" he added when the little girl started to shift curling up in a small ball as if to protect herself.
The two men looked at the small brunette Sawyer softly stroking the girls hair "wake up princess" he softly whispered.
Jenny's muscles tensed a little at the touch awaking with a start looking around anxiously.
"'s alright sweetness" the familiar southern accent tried to calm her down.
Sayid was surprised at the sudden change and softness.
Jenny took a few shaky breaths settling back into the conman's lap burying her face in the man's chest.
Sawyer looked uncomfortable, not really sure what to do and when he looked over at the Arab he realized, neither did he. Sawyer sighed softly stroking the girls hair "what is it princess?" he asked softly.
"He's here" the girls soft teary voice came muffled from the blond's chest.
"Who?" both men asked simultaneously exchanging glances.
Jenny swallowed "daddy" she replied her face still hidden.
Sawyer frowned lifting up the girl's chin "just you and your sis here sweet-cheeks" he told her.
Jenny looked around as if to make sure it was true. A relieved smile crossed her lips now realizing it had just been a dream. She'd had a lot of them here.
Sayid raised an eyebrow. This girl was having nightmares about her father?
Sawyer smiled at the little girl seeing the girls sister head down the beach "hey princess I think someone's looking for you"
Jenny looked up and smiled running up to the older girl.
Sawyer and Sayid looked at each other.
"Poor girls" the dark man said watching the two sisters.
Sawyer didn't respond a far away look in his eyes.
FLASHBACK
A young boy sat in his room staring out of the small window seeing some children play in the street. He angrily wiped at the blood running from his nose, why couldn't he just do something right?
"JAMES" came a strong male voice from downstairs.
The boy sighed, what had he done wrong now? "coming" he replied timidly slowly rising to his feet heading to his door and down the stairs. When he faced the big man waiting for him he hung his head slightly though not showing the fear he felt.
The man yelled something about the dishes and how they hadn't been done properly and he'd better hurry and fix it.
James nodded and quickly headed into the kitchen to redo the dishes with the man's eyes following him every step of the way smacking the boy if he felt necessary The small blond took his 'punishment' as always without any show of fear or intimidation. The boy was smart and had quickly learned that as soon as he did, it was over and he would be in even more trouble.
When James was finally done he quickly went back to his room and got cleaned up not even wincing as the water stung his wounds. He listened at his door, everything seeming quiet. He reached into a bag getting out a book settling on the uncomfortable bed and started to read. It was the child's way of escaping his life.
James had now finished his evening chores the boy headed upstairs. He then picked up his book reading once again. The blond boy sighed. Life sucked and the 12 year old had realized that way too soon. He stared out of the window cursing his father and the man that had driven his father to do what he did.
James had had a rough night when his alarm clock went of to announce a new day. The blond rubbed his eyes getting out of his bed stretching his bruised and battered body. He got dressed heading down the stairs quickly fixing breakfast when his foster parents walked in the room. The tall man grabbed James' arm spinning him around "not finished yet?" he hissed "how many times do I have to tell you…"
James ignored the pain that shot through his arm when the guy yanked him around "just one minute…" his soft voice came dropping his eyes.
"You should just get it here in time" he told the boy.
James fought the temptation to just roll his eyes and bit his tongue. He was 'in time'… hell he was 5 minutes early but it was always this way. When the boy closed the door a little later he closed his eyes glad to be able to go to school.
"Sawyer?" came an inquisitive eastern accent.
Sawyer's head snapped up "huh?" the southerner asked being brought back to reality.
"Everything alright?" Sayid asked.
Sawyer simply nodded "just great Mohammed" he smirked staring out onto the crisp blue water before him.
"Should we go talk to them?" the dark-haired man asked looking at the two sisters.
Sawyer shook his head "they seem to be doing alright" he shrugged "just leave it" he advised getting his book.
Sayid eyed the blond for a moment but eventually rose to his feet and walked away.
(AN... oke... so finally a new chapter... I know... it's take a long time.. but I've been having all these ideas and cannot seem to be able to put them on paper... and soo I now need your help... I've been having this idea of having the girl's father be on the island, either as whispers and the way Jack's father was on the island (as sort of a gostly thing... since well... Samantha killed him... Or maybe he survived that and was on the plane... soo... what do you guys think?? pleasy let me know... love your reviews so far soo... please keep them coming... )