A/N: Hey, I'm sitting around doing nothing, so I figured I might update. Yeah, sorry for the lack of updates. So, what I'm going to TRY to do now is update a story a day. So Every story will get like an update a week. So, I hope that's okay with everyone D Anywho, here is chapter 13. I don't own and I know the sanateers will go nutty for this chapter grins you'll have to find out P so go on and read. Thanx for sticking around though! I completely love you guys for it! Thanx darlings! So here is a chapter for my favorite people!

-Sawyer-

There it was, that dumb squawking again. It drove him crazy. Before he could even object to getting up, the noise stopped. As he sat up he saw her standing there. His eyes had not yet adjusted to the light, but she was really standing there with a coffee mug in her hand. He narrowed his eyes and raised an eyebrow.

"What time is it?"

"Almost four AM, why?"

"You drinkin' coffee at four in the morning. You gotta be loca, muchacha," He chuckeled.

"No, I'm drinking tea at four in the morning," She corrected. "I don't like to drink coffee, it gives my stomach issues. You want some?"

"Nah, I'm good. Why are you up?"

"Heard you come out here and I couldn't sleep. So I got up and I made some tea. You haven't been asleep that long, cowboy, She explained.

He sat up and turned to her. "Hmm, I didn't figure you for the light sleepin' kind," He replied with a smirk.

"Well I didn't figure you for being a heavy sleeper," She replied, using his same words except flipping one.

"Well, I guess you and me both thought wrong."

"I guess so," she sighed. She hadn't really been to sleep in awhile. She was tired but thoughts continues to pry her mind. Like as to why he was on her mind so much. But for that question she had no answer. Everything that had been done in the past few days was because of him and ever since then it seemed she was paying a price. Even still, she stuck around. She wouldn't admit to the true reason, nor would she deny it. She was going t try not to think about it, but all together, that task was impossible.

"You deaf? I asked you if you wanted anything? I'm goin' to make me something from the kitchen," Sawyer called out, pulling her from her trance.

"Already? We just ate like an hour ago!" She smirked.

"Well I'm hungry sue me! I was just trying to be nice Xena," He snorted.

"Well, thanks anyway, but I'm fine," She replied cooly.

"Suit yourself," He shrugged as he walked into the kitchen. He rolled his eyes. That damn woman possessed his thoughts. It seemed every waking minute she was in his mind. He knew there was something between them that was left unspoken about and neither did anything to take charge at it. Sooner or later, Sawyer was going to do something about it and then they'd see what their true feelings were. They must just be afraid of the awkward tension that might bestow upon them if any sort of 'action' was taken. But they'd just have to see, later, much later . . . Or so he thought.

-Jack-

Something was jabbed into his back as he was forced to let go of the comfort of her hand and walk to an unknown place. He wasn't exactly wanting to help them in anyway, but if that stood between him and Kate, he would do it. He didn't seem to have much of a choice. He could still feel the aching in his head when someone had attacked him from behind. The large object being pushed into his back wasn't making it any better.

His mind had wondered to Kate. What if they had separated her? Where was she now and how was he going to protect her if she couldn't even protect himself? He was so frustrated her just wanted to . . . Before he could think another word his blind fold was removed and he was face to face with Kate. They were tied Kate on one tree and Jack across from her. They were further away from each other than it seemed but Jack knew that they were going to be left here for death. Or worse . . . to be eaten alive by whatever is was out there.

-Kate-

They took her hands and untied them. They took her blind fold off and carried her into the jungle. They had a gun to her side so if she tried anything she would be severely punished. As they walked, she could see Jack. She could tell he had been planning and plotting, or trying to anyway. She wanted so bad to just take his hand and run away, That hop quickly faded as her wrists were taken and bounded to the tree. She could see Jack's blindfold just being removed. Why did they remove hers before his? It didn't really matter. Now they had to worry about getting free and getting away.

-Ana-

She wasn't exactly sure of her feeling as of now. They were mixed. There were times when she could take his head clean off, then there were times when she could . . . well, she wasn't going to get into that now. The problem of the matter was deciding which was one she felt more? This problem was making her have sleepless nights. Sooner or later she would have to decide. She was just so unsure about everything. She had even almost forgotten about her past. Almost. That was the reason she couldn't get to sleep previously that night. It wasn't because of his footsteps, but because of the dream she had. It was the night she shot him, shot Jason. It was replaying in her head in her thoughts. Her demons had once again brought out the anger and sadness in her, ones she rarely showed. Now though, she couldn't help it. She just needed to have these days.

She had been thinking so long, she didn't even realize she had been crying. That was until Sawyer had brought it to her attention. He came out of the kitchen with an orange in hand, but dropped it as he saw tears flowing down her face, Ana's face. The woman, he thought showed rare emotion other than her casual, beat you up kind of emotion. He couldn't help but run to her side on the couch. He didn't really know what else to do, so he asked an obvious question.

"What's wrong," He asked her, obviously worried.

"Nothing, it doesn't matter!" She said, a bit louder than she had thought. Whether or not she knew how she felt about him she knew she wasn't ready to tell him anything about her past. She panicked and looked away.

"Obviously, it's something, Rambina, you wouldn't be cryin' otherwise," He said his tone rising a bit. He knew he probably wasn't going to get anything out of her, but it wasn't going to stop him from trying.

"Just leave me alone," She said and she ran out into the other room. Sawyer sighed as he watched her move from this room to the bedroom. He shook his head in disappointment. Why do I even care? He rolled his eyes and ignored his last thought as he chased after her.

She was drying her tears and was sitting cross-legged on the bead, her elbows on her legs, just below her knees and head resting on her palms. She sat there for a few moments without disturbance when Sawyer finally entered the room. He sat on the bed next to her without say a word. She was in fact the one who broke the silence.

"What do you want?" She asked him in a voice that sounded like she had headache. It was quite and had come out in a sigh.

"For you to answer me," He replied in a soft subtle voice.

"Nothing, it's nothing, I just-," Ana was cut off.

"Don't give me that! You know exactly what's wrong, you're just afraid to tell me!" He shouted.

"Listen cowboy, I don't know what your problem is, okay? But I know that you have demons of your own before you got on this Godforsaken island and I'm sure you don't want to sit around the campfire and roast marshmallows and tell stories about it! So why don't you just get the hell off my back and stay there!" She exclaimed.

He was expecting her to move but she didn't. Now he supposed he was the one who was to leave, but if that's what she thought she had another thing coming. He turned and stared at her.

She rolled her eyes as she noticed him looking right towards her. This was a time where she wanted to take his head off. She turned her head and stared at him, wanting to know exactly why he was doing so. As she turned to say something she couldn't. She stared at his deep blue eyes, they were full of hurt. She had apparently hit a soft spot or something. As she studied his eyes, he did the same thing.

She looked away quickly and set her gaze to the floor. He did the same as they sat in awkward tension. Neither knew what to do now. Sawyer sat as he thought about what had just happened. Ana, on the other hand, was thinking about what to do next. She was about to get up when something urged her not to.

"Sorry," She said quickly. "I didn't mean to-."

"No, don't. I shouldn't have pushed it, princess," He replied in a cool voice.

"It's fine. I shouldn't have let you see me like that," She sighed.

"Why not?" He raised a brow.

"Because then we wouldn't fight like we just did," She explained.

He looked at her for a minute. She didn't know exactly what to do at this point. He, of course, had some idea, but if he would do it, was the question. If he did, could it screw their whole relationship over. . . Wait, is relationship what you can even call it? And what after that? He knew it might hold for the moment, but what after the moment.

Here goes . . . Well, everything. . . He thought as he leaned in to kiss her. Her eyes closed as she leaned into his kiss. He wrapped his arms around her as she leaned back and allowed him to kiss her. The kiss grew more passionate with each passing moment.

"Oh shit," A whisper came from in the hallway. Both Sawyer and Ana shot up where they lye. They broke appart and jolted. Sawyer turned to the doorway, but no one was there. He and Ana got up from the room and ran out, not really sure exactly what happened nor where they sure how they felt about it.

A/N: blushes Was that hot enough for you guys? And sorry for the jaters and there not being all that much but there will be more soon, very soon D And just to be sure, you must review P So um, yeah, tell me how you likeyed!