Disclaimer: Sadly, I do NOT own the show "Lost". However, I do own my Original Character ( Kennedy White ), as well as her background, and her plot on the island.

Author's note: Okay, I don't know about anyone else, but I loved that last chapter! I loved how the stuff that I'd added went so well with the episode it was from ( season 1 episode 5 ). It seems that Kennedy and Boone were becoming close friends, Sawyer didn't appear too thrilled about that. Is Kennedy really going to start avoiding them? And will she and Sawyer ever be able to get along for a day? Maybe we'll find out soon! If you like, you know what to do. :)

{Kennedy's POV}

"I didn't do anything." The black man said to Sayid as I stood just out of the crowd. The Korean male shouted something, I'd just noticed that he was handcuffed to part of the wreckage.

"What happened?" I asked Sawyer when I saw him standing beside me. He seemed a little surprised that I was there.

"Mr. Miyagi over there tackled Michael. Don't know why just yet." He answered nodding his head to the black guy. It upset me a little that people were still fighting each other like children.

"Of course, fighting solves everything." I muttered.

"Surely, there must be something you're not telling us." Sayid said to Michael.

"Surely? Where you from man?" The black man was insulted by the others words.

"Iraq." I thought he was Iranian, but I was close.

"So, am I back on your good side now that Blue Eyes has the bad reputation?" Sawyer turned to me, a cocky smirk on his face. I looked down at the ground smiling, the conversation between Sayid and Michael was suddenly less important.

"Who said you were ever there to begin with?" I looked at the man at my side, my smile never fading. He laughed, and for once is wasn't over my annoyance toward him. The Asian woman said something none of us could understand, making me focus my attention back to the matter at hand.

"The cuffs stay on." Sayid to her in a form tone."

"Little louder Omar, maybe then she'll understand you." Sawyer added, stepping closer to Michael. I was growing to like his sarcasm, whenever it wasn't directed to me.

"Guys, that Chinese guy is gonna get pretty crispy out here. How long you gonna keep him tied down like that?" Hurley asked, always thinking of the well-being of others.

"He tried to kill Michael, we all saw it. The cuffs stay on until we know why." Sayid said just before walking away, giving the conversation a dramatic end. As everyone went back to their business, it was just Sawyer and I. I stared at the Iraqi as he strode away.

"Something wrong, Red?" The dirty blonde inquired when he noticed me glaring.

"I just don't really agree with everything he does." I replied honestly. I had a gut feeling that Sayid was going to do something to piss some people off, and I wanted to be there when it happened.

xXx

It was a little later in the day. I was lazily laying on the beach, close enough into the water that the waves engulfed half of my body when they came in. I did those kinds of random things when I was bored or thinking really hard.

"If you're trying to drown yourself, you misread the instructions." Sawyer said, standing over me.

"I'm thinking." I corrected as I sat up.

"About?" The man sat beside me. When I hesitated to answer, he guessed. "Thinking about living the caveman life, Red?"

I wasn't sure what to say. I'd been thinking about it all day, but hadn't come up with a decision. I'd always been told what to do my whole life, so making decisions wasn't a strength of mine.

"I don't know. I really have no reason to stay on the beach." I answered, keeping my eyes on the ocean ahead. I heard Sawyer scoff.

"I know a couple, rescue is one."

Rescue. Not something that really concerned me.

"And the other?" I quizzed, waiting for Sawyer to name off another reason to stay on the beach.

"I'm here." He smiled, making it seem like a joke. But there was something in his voice, something that told me he might have meant it.

"You're staying?" I asked, feeling a little confused. I thought a criminal wouldn't want to get rescued. Maybe that's why he wasn't a criminal, a little voice said in my head. When Sawyer nodded, I suddenly had an urge to tell Jack that I was staying. I wasn't sure what it was that made me what to be around Sawyer, but I felt better being wherever he was. After we didn't say anything for a few minutes, it was beginning to feel awkward. I looked down at my feet, as if that was going to help me.

"Do you do that to make sure your toes are still there or somethin'?" The man beside me asked.

"No. Just a habit." I responded in a shy voice, I was sure that Sawyer noticed.

{Sawyer's POV}

What a shy, little thing she was. Too cute for her own damn good.

"Well, Red, Jack and his crew are gonna be heading to that cave soon. What are you doing?" I questioned the girl. I didn't know if what I'd told her had made her change her mind about it, but I was hopeful.

"If I stayed," She paused, looking me straight in the eye. "Would you let me have a shelter close to yours? I felt safe having mine close to Jack, but now that Jack is gone . . ." She trailed off, knowing that I understood her explanation. I had to struggle to fight off a smile. I highly doubted that she wanted to move closer to me just because of Jack's absence, but playing pretend was easier for her.

"I thought you'd never ask." I smiled at her, putting just enough sarcasm into my voice that she'd question it later.

I helped Red move that big piece of metal up the beach to where my tent was set up. A few people watched us out of curiosity, and I knew that there would be some questions coming my way by tomorrow. Let em think what they want. It was none of their damn business anyway.

"Thanks." Kennedy said after we'd set up her shelter and she'd finished fixing it the way she wanted. I nodded.

When night fell, she and I sat with the others who'd remained on the beach. All of us making a circle around the signal fire. Freckles was eying Red the few times that she wasn't staring off into space. I'd noticed a few people throwing some looks my way too, good thing I was the bad ass who didn't give a shit.

xXx

{Kennedy's POV}

I found myself in a hospital bed, my old doctor in front of me. He had on his surgical cap, mask, scrubs, and gloves. Blood covered him

"I'm sorry, but we have some bad news, Ms. White." He said to me in that always dreaded tone. "We weren't able to save him."

"What?" I felt the hot tears pour out of my eyes. I wanted him to be lying.

"It wasn't your fault, Kennedy. It can happen to anyone." The doctor said, trying to comfort me.

"No, you're lying! No! No!" I screamed, feeling like a hole had been cut out of my heart.

xXx

{Sawyer's POV}

I was dragged out of sleep by blood chilling screams coming from Kennedy. Scared to death, I jumped out of my tent and ran to her tiny shelter where I found the girl crying out in her sleep. Leaning over her, I gave her shoulders a gentle shake.

"Wake up, darlin'." I begged. Her wild eyes snapped open, staring straight into mine. Her screaming ceased. She had tear stained cheeks and she had her arms wrapped around her stomach for dear life. "What's wrong, sweetie?"

"C-Cadan." The girl whimpered. Her pretty, moonlit eyes searched desperately. Who in the hell was she talking about?

"Kennedy, you had a bad dream. You're gonna be okay." I said, trying to comfort her. Suddenly, she reached for my arm.

"Sawyer, don't leave." She begged, her words pulled at my heart. But I knew it was a bad idea for me to stay out here with her, exposed to everyone come morning.

"I'm not going anywhere. Come get in my tent and you can sleep in there tonight, okay?" I offered. Kennedy nodded and followed me back into my larger shelter.

The tiny-framed girl laid down beside me with her back to me, her crying was silent but still continuing. I adjusted myself so that I was laying on my side too, watching her. She was such a pretty, little thing, too pretty to be crying. Without a word, Kennedy moved backwards, pressing her back into my chest. The contact made me shudder a little, but it also made me smile. If she was willing to go fifty percent, I might as well fill my part, I thought to myself as I wrapped my arm around her, pulling her as close as I could.

"Shh. Don't cry anymore, sweetheart." I whispered in her ear, hoping it'd do some good. I hadn't put much thought into what I was saying, but surely she wouldn't remember it.

After a little while, her sniffles stopped and I could feel that relaxing rise and fall of her breathing. I guessed that she was having a better dream. Probably about me, I smirked. I felt that it was okay to go to sleep myself, hoping that Kennedy wouldn't wake up again. Sleeping so closely to her had given me the best slumber I'd had the whole time I'd been on the island.