A/N: Chapter Four is up! Tegan really is a friend of mine, although she doesn't smoke, i just really lack originality so i use names of people i know.

Ummm...next chapter really will be a while as i have decided to quit school so chaos will ensue with my parents, arguments, guilt trips, i'll have to find a job (hopefully at a book shop!). I dont even want to think about it.

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Chapter Four

I grimace.

"It's that bad, huh?" Sawyer frowns and then winces from the sudden movement. I inspect the gash closely and continue cleaning it.

"No, it's not too bad; I'm just not that great around blood."

"Well...you coulda saved me a lot of pain, and yourself a lot of time, if you've just not hit me."

"Or, you could've not opened you mouth" I retort back.

Sawyer rolls his eyes and mumbles something under his breath that I don't quite hear, although I'm sure that I hear the words "time of" and "month". A few strands of hair block my view, so I blow them away from my face.

"How does you're breath still smell good?" he asks suspiciously.

"What? Oh...I brush my teeth; well I did until I gave you the last of my water." I point out.

Sawyer shakes his head and laughs, and I slap him on the shoulder for moving his head. "So, you brush your teeth every morning?"

I give a puzzled look. "Yes...and I use my mouthwash. But I'm almost out-"

"Mouthwash! Mouth...god damn you are somethin' else!" he pulls back and looks at me in amazement, as if I have done something incredible, and I give him a questioning look in return.

"Why? Because I try to keep everything as normal as I can here?"

His smile fades. "Is that what you're doing?"

"Yes...I think if I didn't, I'd go insane." My arm is still suspended mid-air, cloth in hand.

"Are you sure you aint already?"

"Well if I am, then it takes one to know one, as the saying goes."

"Ahh...but see, I don't know you, I barely know anything about you. Well, except that you brush your teeth and use mouthwash every day, and... you're not a bad throw." he smirks at me, and I notice that he has a dimple in his cheek which is quite cute. I move to finish cleaning his cut on his head. "There really isn't more to know...I'm quite boring."

"Well, I'm gonna have to argue that point."

I look at him to see if he is joking or not, and i can't really tell. "Well...you already know my name...I'm from Victoria, in Australia, and I'm...in my early twenties. Well...twenty to be exact."

He laughs. "You're still a teenager."

I glare.

"I'll have you know, I haven't been a teenager for eleven months, thank you very much. I am a responsible and mature adult."

"Well, over in the states, there are still drinks that you aint even allowed to drink yet."

"Well, in my country, people with half their brains missing are deported. So now I know why you left."

His face suddenly grows serious. "I wish."

There is an awkward silence. "So...what about you? Your real name isn't Sawyer is it?"

"Well is your real name Morgan? Anyway, isn't that a guy's name?"

"It is my real name, why the hell would I lie? And the last time I checked, I didn't have a penis, so I suppose it is a unisex name."

"Well...Sawyer is my last name. My first name is...stupid, so I'm not tellin' you."

For a moment I actually believed he would tell me, and then I mentally slap myself for being so stupid." Fine." I start to get up. I turn around a walk towards my 'bed'.

"Thirty...I'm thirty." I stop and turn back in the direction I had just come. I know he is only telling me these things either because they are lies, or because he needs me to fix him up, but I haven't had a conversation with another person for six weeks.

"Well, you better be careful, old man, if you break a hip you might not survive it." I smirk, and I realize that I am starting to do that often lately.

"My name...well...you promise not to laugh?" Sawyer looks so concerned it is comical, and I bite my lip to keep from laughing.

"Promise." I start thinking of the funniest names I can. Ruddiger? No. Lionel? Most likely not. Perhaps it is a real redneck name, like Billy-ray?

"It's...James. Alright, now you know, don't you dare laugh either" he threatens me.

I can't help it, the laugh is out before I can stop it. "My god! I can't believe it. You made a fuss over James? James! I was readying myself for something a lot more...unusual."

"God damn, I ask you to do one thing..."

"Sorry," I apologize, and grab his face to put a bandage on it. "So, where in the U.S are you from?"

"I...don't really have a 'home' as such, you see, I move around a lot for work."

"Oh yeah, what's that?" I ask, trying to imagine the man in front of me ever doing an honest days work in his entire life.

"I'm a businessman." he replies vaguely. I'm not happy with the answer, but i don't want to push my luck, so I keep my mouth shut.

"But I suppose home is in Tennessee, that's where I grew up." His eyes now have a glazed look, and I'm not sure that he's entirely here with me. I suppose this is as good a time as any to tell him about the 'special bandage' on his shoulder. It has already been left on too long anyway.

"Okay, now that we've fixed that up, I should change the one on your shoulder, James."

His head snaps towards me. "Don't call me that", he growls.

"What? Your name?" My god, for a thirty year old, he is bloody immature. But then, he is a male.

"Yes." he states bluntly.

"Alright. Well get your shirt off, Sawyer."

He slowly pulls it off, and I'm already holding back a smile as I imagine his reaction. I slowly roll off the bandage, and I notice by the smell of his breath that he certainly hasn't been brushing his teeth. This whole situation is a lot more uncomfortable now that he is fully conscious.

I am slightly surprised that he hasn't said some stupid sexist comment; perhaps my little outburst has made him hold his tongue. I peel the pad off his chest, and finally he looks down. His face transforms from neutral, into confusion, and then finally, into mortification.

I squeeze my eyes shut and, once nothing has happened for a moment, I slowly open one eye, and then the other. Sawyer is glaring right at me, his eyes fierce and his brows drawn together.

"What...the hell...is that...doing on me?"

I pull it off quickly. "It...It's not on you anymore, so it doesn't matter." He doesn't reply, so I continue "Alright, I panicked, the blood just kept coming. I had to use something. It's all I had on me. But don't worry; I have a proper Band-Aid thingy now." I hold up what looks to me like an oversized band-aid.

"You put a...a-"

"Pad." I supply helpfully.

"Yes, a pad on my bullet wound!" he yells.

"Yes I did, and get over it. You should be thanking me, not screaming in my face!"

He looks as though he is going to yell again, but suddenly comprehension dawns on his face. "So, that's why you were calling me tampax, huh?"

I nod.

Sawyer starts laughing, and I am relieved that this isn't going to end up with me injuring him more. I start to laugh too. I start wiping off the dried blood from his chest, and once clean, I stick the Elastoplasts over the bullet wound. Sawyer sucks in his breath quickly and winces.

"Oh stop moaning. It can't be that bad", I chastise as I wrap the bandage around him.

Sawyer turns sharply towards me. "Say that again", he orders.

"Umm...stop moaning?" I say uncertainly.

His eyes widen, and he pulls back to get a better look at me. "You", he says slowly.

My brow furrows as I try to understand what the hell he is talking about.

"You...it is you." he says again, and now he's smiling and I swear I've seen that smile before. No, not a smile, a smirk.

I look at my watch; I have ten minutes before the final boarding call.

I chew my lip, it's a nervous habit of mine that I can't stop, even when I know I'm doing it. Why couldn't Tegan get her own damn cigarettes? Oh yeah, because she was in the toilet.

I take a deep breath. I am finally getting away from it all, from him.

My line moves forward a little, finally. I notice a tall guy in a grey-blue t-shirt ahead a little in the line next to mine. He's making a big deal of waiting, like he is the only damn person who has somewhere else to be. He keeps sighing and huffing impatiently. I roll my eyes.

"Stop moaning, would you?" The man turns around, looking for who said it, and his eyes rest on me. I can't help but notice that he is quite good looking.

"Excuse me?" he asks with an eyebrow raised.

I stand a little taller. God, I am such an idiot! "I said, stop moaning, it can't be that bad. We're all in the same boat here, but huffing and puffing like a child isn't going to make the line move any faster."

I move up to the counter, happy that I no longer have to make a spectacle of myself. Then I notice that the same man is now next to me again. He pulls out a smoke, jams it between his lips, and is about to light when the woman serving me clears her throat and indicates to a sign that reads "No Smoking".

He mutters under his breath and shoves the smoke back in its packet.

"You shouldn't smoke anyway, it's a disgusting habit." My god, I really can't help myself, can I?

"Oh really?" he asks, irritation clear in his voice.

"Yes." I turn my attention towards the lady at the counter. "I'll have a packet of extra and...a pack of Marlboro's, please." The irony of the situation is not lost on me.

I hear him snicker and look up; he smirks and raises a questioning eyebrow towards the cigarettes. I pay the woman at the counter, grab the extra and chuck it in my bag. I pick up the smokes. "For a friend", I state, and throw them in also. I walk off.

"Are all Aussie women like you?" he yells, for the whole bloody city to hear.

I turn around. This is one of those moments you either say something completely lame and make a total ass of yourself, or you say something great and make a great exit with your theme song blaring.

"Only the good ones." I smile, and walk off towards the gate. My theme song not blaring, but playing softly atleast.

I gasp.

"Oh my god...you..your-"

"From the airport."

"The one who wouldn't stop-"

"Moaning."

For a long moment there is silence. And then at the same time we blurt "You look different."

"You have a beard now, and you're hair...I didn't recognize you." Well obviously, you idiot.

"You've...lost weight." he says uneasily, as if I'm going to slap him for the observation.

"Six weeks with 5 bags of peanuts will do that to you, I suppose." I look down, and my clothes are hanging off me. "Besides, you gave me quite a work out today."

"You've been livin' off of 5 bags of peanuts this whole time?" he asks skeptically.

I laugh. "No, I did manage to catch 3 fish, and some weird mango things, but I'm not sure I should be eating them."

He nods. "So...this friend of yours that died...she really was the one the smokes were for?"

I bite my lip and nod.

"Took you long enough." I jump at the sudden sound.

I turn to find Tegan standing there, all blonde hair and bronze skin. The exact opposite of me."Oh, it's you."

She gives a puzzled look. "Who else would it be?"

"Oh nobody, i just made a friend while i was getting your smokes."

"Oh really? A girl friend, or...a guy friend?"

"A guy. One of those guys who are good looking and they know it. A real tool, all smirks, you know."

"Aww...poor Morgan, bumping into attractive guys", she says sarcastically.

"Oh shut up." I search through my bag and find the smokes. "Here ya go."

"Thanks."

"No, thank you for coming with me... I don't think I would've had the guts to go alone." I admit quietly.

"Don't worry about it." Tegan leans forward and we give each other a tight hug.

We walk through our gate, and towards the plane. It's happening, I'm finally getting away.

I come crashing out of that memory when a loud crash and a strange cry comes from the jungle.

My head snaps in the direction of the noise.

"What the hell..."I look towards Sawyer, he doesn't look scared, he looks as though he is trying to think, his brow furrowed.

"I'm back here", he states.

I stare.

I suppose I wasn't hearing things after all.

A/N: Phew! That was a long one! Please Reiview! Push the button, go on, push it. I don't care what Walt says backwards, buttons are never bad.