Missing Dimples-Part 4

Hello everyone! Thanks so much for the reviews, I really do appreciate every single one of them. Two major things before we start:

1st of all, I HAD to put that Jate part in, even though it physically (and emotionally) hurt. I wanted Kate to actually 'choose' for herself, and regret it. I also wanted Sawyer's jealous fears about Jack to be justified. It felt off if he gave up everything about Kate without reason. Anyway, I felt so disgusted with myself about the Jate (Can you tell I don't like Jack!...) that I went into a self-depression, so that's what's been keeping me from writing. I just can't believe I wrote Jate...shakes head. Well, maybe I can redeem my skateness.

2nd of all (and most important), a lot of my reviewers wished that this story was skate. I am, at heart, a skater first and foremost. So, this story will end up being Skate. But, since Kate was chasing after Jack and making Sawyer jealous, I'm going to still make Kate jealous. So, there will be some Sana in the middle, but I'm promising it will be Skate in the end. I'm sorry if you wanted Sana, but judging by my reviews, people want Skate. If you do want to see some Sana, please check out my upcoming song fic stories, which will definitely be Sana. But please keep reading this, because there will be some Sana and a jealous Kate. I hope that will make everyone happy, including me.

Sorry this is so late, and this chapter is so short. But, hopefully, I have fallen back into my strut, and the next chapter will be up quickly. Yeah, right!

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Time slowed down to a screeching stop for Kate. Her whole world revolved around the blonde at the moment, and she had to remember to breathe. She closed her eyes, hoping it was a dream, and slowly opened them. Time sped up again, and before she knew it, Jack was directing Michael and the woman to the makeshift medical tent.

She jogged to catch up with them, and got there just as they laid Sawyer down on his own plane seat. Jack ushered everyone out, only turning around long enough to say to the woman, "Good to see you're okay, Ana."

Kate looked at Jack confusedly, but he avoided her gaze, and went back into the tent. The girl, Ana, stuffed her hands in the pockets of her blue jeans, then started walking off down the beach. Once she was far enough away from the other survivors and the med-tent, she sat down in the sand and watched the waves. Michael brushed past Kate, and took a seat right by the tent. Out of the corner of her eye, Kate saw Ana slyly look over at the tent in worry; worry for Sawyer.

Vincent bounded up to Michael barking, happy to see one of his masters back. The dog must have sensed he was back, and came to give him comfort. Michael absentmindedly started to pet him, staring out at the ocean.

"Hi Michael. Good to see you back!" Kate said, smiling lightly as she sat across from him. He looked at her with a small smile, but his eyes betrayed his sad thoughts.

"I'm sorry about Walt." She said, looking down at her hands. Michael nodded, his eyes locked onto the waves. She glanced something else in his eyes that she had seen many times in her own eyes; the need to run. He had the wild look that said he wanted to run, maybe not physically, but he wanted to avoid what his mind wanted to think about. It was a desperate need to change the subject, hoping your mind would follow, like how she didn't want to think about how bad Sawyer was wounded. So, it wasn't that big of a surprise when Michael started to talk out loud about something randomly different.

"It's weird."

"What's weird?" Kate asked, pulling her dark hair out of her ponytail and letting it cascade down her shoulders.

"On the other side of the island, you would not believe how those two acted around each other."

Kate cocked her head to one side quizzically, until Michael started to chuckle. "Sawyer and Ana. When the tail people found us three, they threw us in a pit. At the time, we thought they were the Others. They threw Ana in with us, and we honestly thought she was one of us. You know, on our side. She found out Sawyer had a gun, then she punched him to steal it. Later, when she let us out, she hit him again. I mean, I know Sawyer deserves a good smack every once and awhile, and he did deserve that second hit, but that first one came out of the blue. It's actually quite funny."

Michael started chuckling, then continued. "Those two just clash. Every single time they had a conversation, it would turn into a sparring argument. They would go back and forth, and the malice toward each other would just pour on. Then, one day, the hatred just disappeared. They'd still make fun of each other, but they'd be smiling. It was like they enjoyed it, or they were flirting or something."

Kate's smile flickered, and for the first time, she felt protective of Sawyer. She was the only one he flirted with, and she felt jealousy burn in her stomach. Michael was still lost in thought, speaking quietly like he was talking to himself.

"She stepped down hard on his shoulder when he wouldn't drop that rock. I guess that's why it got infected. The salt water should have cleaned it out..." Michael stopped, his brain going back to the incident on the ocean he was trying to forget.

They were both pulled from their thoughts as Vincent unexpectedly barked, and they looked up to see Jack walking out of the tent. Kate rushed to his side, as Ana made her way back towards them. Michael just looked up at Jack from where he was sitting.

"So, how is he?" Kate asked anxiously, peering past him to try and see into the shadowed tent.

Jack sighed, explaining, "He's not good. He keeps falling in and out of consciousness, but he should get better. He's asking to see you."

Kate started forward, but Jack stopped her with an outstretched arm. "No, not you. Ana." Kate's mouth flew open as Ana nodded, and stepped inside. Kate stood there on the sand, in complete shock. Why did Sawyer want to talk to Ana! Wasn't she supposed to be the first person he wanted to see? Didn't he miss his Freckles? The crashing waves pounded in her ears, as she stood still with so many questions and no answers. She stared wistfully into the tent, longing to be reunited with her lost Dimples.

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Angie, I'm sorry, but 'Understanding' is giving me some trouble, but I will try to write it as soon as I can. I DID put up a Sawyer/Michael (and Jin) friendship story, called 'One-Sided Friendship', and I hope you'll check it out.

Shirik, I also hope you will check out 'One Sided Friendship', because it has some Jin! I also made this story Skate, and I am going to make Kate so jealous. I give you a wounded Sawyer! I think we think alike!

speckled girl, you got your wish, and due to your (and a few other peoples!) kind and persuasive review, I made this story Skate. Hope you like it!

Sassafras224, here's some more Skate, and there will be much more on the way! And thank you so much, it always makes me feel a whole lot more obligated to write more chapters when someone compliments me, especially saying I'm a good writer!

Oh, you want to know where I got the title of this fic? Well, every time Sawyer called Kate 'Freckles', I always wanted to answer back, and call him 'Dimples'. They ARE his trademark. So...I think you get the rest. Well...um, I'll go write some more. Don't want me to hurry too quickly, or this fic will be over before you know it:(