TITLE: Drawn Together
CHARACTERS: Kate and Sawyer
RATED: PG-13 for now... (Language, somewhat specific details)
EPISODES: After "Outlaws"
STATUS: Chapter ten of -?
BETA READER: Harlequin
DISCLAIMER: I don't own any of LOST's characters. That privilege is entirely ABC's. (Dangit! jk.)

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Chapter 10

For the first few days they were stuck in the cave, they barely spoke to each other. However, they never ceased to play jokes, whether it was a bug in Kate's water bottle, Sawyer's cigarettes hidden in the chest of bones, which she was no longer afraid of, or Kate's backpack dunked in water then thrown on her. After three days passed, the jokes wore off and they were silent, residing in their places in the cave, which were, consequently, as far away from the other as they could be.

By the fourth day, they started talking again. Neither dared to bring up the kiss or even that night which it happened. They talked about irrelevant things like what the weather could be outside of the cave, arguing about how much food they could have or drinks in Sawyer's case, and then the arguing grew. Sawyer grew impatient with her fast. He was beginning to feel that his gun was a very inviting idea. (For himself, of course) By the end of the fourth day, they weren't speaking to each other, again.

On the morning of the fifth day, Sawyer awoke to the sound of rocks smacking each other. He sat up and found the source: Kate seemed to be tucking two of the large blankets into each side of the cave. Utterly confused, he got up and walked over.

"What the hell are you doin' now, Freckles?"

"I'm trying –" she paused, reaching up on her tiptoes. "- to make a curtain."

"Why?"

She stopped and let out a frustrated breath. "Because I want to wash up a bit."

He looked over her and saw the pond, and realized what she meant. The trickle seemed somewhat bigger now – almost like a miniature waterfall. He looked at her struggling again and laughed.

"D'ya want some help with that?"

"No. I can do this myself."

"Sure don't look like it."

"You think you could do better?"

"A hell of a lot better," he smirked.

"Fine," she stepped away, folding her arms.

He easily tucked the blanket corner in the wall, and grabbed a rock from the ground. He tucked that over the blanket and it stayed. As he started to do the same with the other blanket, Kate went over to her backpack, which was right next to the mini-fall. He finished tucking the blanket in, and poked his head through the overlap of the two.

"All done."

She looked at him and laughed. He looked like a buffoon, with his head just sticking out there. An adorable buffoon, she thought to herself. He stepped all the way through and looked around.

"So this is your place, huh, Freckles?" he joked. "I gotta say, it's a lot neater than I'd expected."

"Get outta here," she shoved him but he only moved a few steps.

"Aw, you're not gonna let me watch?"

"Sawyer!"

"All right, all right," he agreed, but still didn't move.

"Out!" she shoved him, laughing.

He finally went back to the opposite side of the "curtain" and pulled a mini liquor bottle from the chest. He looked over at the curtain again and realized something.

"You know, there's a small gap at the top," he said playfully.

"You stick your big head in there and I'll throw a rock at it!" she called from the other side.

"My head ain't big!" he exclaimed, feeling somewhat insulted.

She only laughed. He cautiously started walking toward the curtain again. He thought he was being quiet and was close to it now, but then she poked her head out of the side.

"Get back over there mister," she warned, smiling as she spoke.

"Aw come on, Freckles. I'll show you mine if you show me yours," he said flirtatiously.

"Are you always this much of a perv?"

"No. You're just special," he dimpled.

"Lucky me."

She went back to washing up again, and the blanket waved back against the wall. It was quiet, except for the movement of water. When the liquor was gone, Sawyer reached into his back pocket to pull out his cigarettes but they weren't there. He sighed.

"Honey!" he called out teasingly. "Where'd ya put my smokes?"

"Did you check your underwear drawer?" she called back, playing along.

"Funny!"

"I didn't put them anywhere."

"They ain't in my back pocket where I left 'em!"

"Maybe they fell out when you were sleeping."

He went over to his "bed" and sure enough, there they were, slightly crumpled. He pulled one out, then stuck the pack in his back pocket. He went to pull his lighter out, but then that was gone too.

"Don't s'pose you know where my lighter is, do ya?"

"Wow, Sawyer. I didn't know you were so organized!"

Suddenly a lighter hit him in the head.

"Goddamn!" he cried out, rubbing his head.

He heard her laughing as he picked the lighter up from the ground. He lit his cigarette and put the lighter back in his pocket, where it should have been. He sat with his back against a wall, and let out a puff of smoke. After about 15 minutes, there were no sounds of water anymore, and Kate, fully dressed, pushed through the "curtains". She was drying her hair with a towel from the bunch they'd found with the blankets.

"Have a nice shower, sweetheart?" he teased.

She looked at him, and rolled her eyes, tossing the towel at his head.

"Are you tryin' to start a fire?" he gestured to the cigarette.

"Are you trying to kill yourself?"

"You want me to answer that honestly?"

She considered it. "No."

A few more days passed, first with silence, then the pranks started up again, only this time, a bit more playful. Sometimes Sawyer would sneak up on her and grab her sides or tickle her, or sometimes when he was getting something out of one of the chests, she'd jump on his back, piggyback style. At one point, Kate would wake him up by leaning her face so close to him, that she would pretend to be about to kiss him, until he opened his eyes and she backed off. This left him in a most grumpy mood. But he got used to it after a while, and just turned the other way when he knew she was there, most of the time, her lips just brushing his cheek, which he'd intended to happen.

They were stuck in the cave for a week and a half when they finally started arguing about getting out. Kate kept insisting they were stuck, and Sawyer refused to hear it. She had the flashlight so he couldn't go unless he could get it. One morning he stormed through the curtains, as they never really were taken down, and went to her backpack. She was lying on her "bed" with her little plane, and when he came in, she sat up, stuffing the plane in her pocket. He searched through her backpack, but much to his dismay, she was holding the flashlight already.

"Nice of you to come right in," she folded her arms. "I mean god forbid I was washing up or getting dressed –"

"Give it to me," he stared at her sternly.

"What?" she stood up, confused. She hoped he wasn't saying what she thought he was!

"Gimme the flashlight!"

"No!"

"Why not?"

"Because! If you go in there, there's a great possibility that you'll be caved in and probably killed!"

"All the more reason to go!" he snapped.

"Sawyer!" she screamed in disbelief.

"Freckles, I'll ask you one more time! Gimme the damn flashlight!"

"Oh, now it's a damned flashlight?" she inquired teasingly.

He groaned and walked over to her trying to grab the flashlight, and she took a few steps backward. She put it behind her back. He tried for it again, but she just turned another way. When he grabbed her wrists, she wriggled out of his grasp and held it above her head, and stood on a rock next to the mini-fall. For the moment, she was taller than him. He reached and couldn't get it. She grinned, victoriously. He glared. Then he had an idea.

He started tickling her and she dropped the flashlight, screeching with laughter. But suddenly, she was losing her balance. She was about to fall into the mini-fall and Sawyer tried to catch her, but when he grabbed her arms, he fell in the water with her. Now they were both soaking wet, and on top of each other.

"Now look what you did, Freckles!"

"What I did?" she laughed. "You were the one who started tickling me! Making me lose my balance!"

"Well you didn't have ta pull me in with ya!"

She looked at him in amazement, smiling the whole time. She looked down at herself, all wet, and laughed. Won't be needing a shower today, she thought to herself. She looked back up at him, and saw the glare had disappeared. They gazed at each other for a brief moment, then found themselves kissing again, vigorously. Then suddenly, as if it were a reflex, he shoved her off of him and she fell into the water deeper. He got up and out of the water, and she sat up, scowling at him.

"What the hell was that?"

"You were on top of me. I had to get you off, didn't I?" he said, the glare back in his eyes.

"Oh so you decided to kiss me then you just had to shove me into the water!"

"Did ya want me to shove ya on the rocks?"

"No!"

"Well okay then!"

She looked away from him, disgusted. What on earth had gotten into him? Why was he suddenly so…angry? And what the hell was that kiss about? Not…that she had minded it. He started to slowly walk away. Kate got up to stop him, but accidentally hit her head on the rock above and fell back down into the water, with a big splash. Luckily, the splash caught his attention. She grabbed her head and squeezed her eyes shut. It was an overwhelming pain, but she didn't want him to think anything of it. So instead, she opened her eyes, and put her hand down. To her disappointment, when she looked down at her hand, it had quite a bit of blood on it. She quickly washed her hand in the water, as Sawyer started toward her again.

"It's okay. I'm fine."

"What in hell did you do?"

"I hit my head, that's all. But it's fine."

"You sure?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine."

To prove it, she got up and out of the water, and stood straight, as dizzy as she felt. She shrugged, questioning his belief. Thankfully, he seemed to approve and stormed through the curtains. As soon as he did, she collapsed on her blankets, and breathed hard. She was again overwhelmed by pain and couldn't see clearly anymore. She looked around but couldn't make out what was what. She tried to sit up, but the room was spinning and she lied right back down. Finally, she passed out, face down, with a loud thud.