Author's Note: Aaaarg i had this done a day ago but was all stupid and stubborn and not letting me submit my document.OK, i said next chapter up soon and...well it all depends on your version of 'soon' doesn't it? So i am terribly sorry for the delay but i am thinking of maybe deleting this fic, because it is pointless. I don't know if anyone reads this anyhow but thanks for all the people who have read and reviewed the past 6 months or so.

Oh btw, started a mists of avalon fic called "Forbidden Fruit" (about King Arthurs sister Morgaine and a lover mmm schmexy), worked really really hard on it and i have a massive total of 2 reviews. This makes me sad. Yes i know what you're thinking, and yes, i am totally pimping my story lol. Please check it out if you have a spare minute, because it was a serious attempt at writing, whilst this is me passing time by writing about my fav t.v show.

Disclaimer: Don't own lost because if i did i would make Sawyer become a nudist.

thanks again to the silent she wolf and steamrolledharrypotter, you guys make me all warm and fuzzy inside with your lovely comments and inspiration and beta powers. :D

Chapter Twenty

I beam.

My eyes almost bulge out of their sockets and I practically throw myself at Sawyer.

"Oh my god, Sawyer! You're awake! I…I…you're awake!" I exclaim excitedly.

I don't notice the wince as I crush him in a hug, but I notice his hiss of pain and his rather obvious "Ouch! Damn woman, calm down!"

I relinquish my death grip on him and compose myself, blushing a little at my obvious enthusiasm.

"Sorry, I just…I thought I'd lost you."

Sawyer raises his eyebrows and a slow grin spreads on his face. "Lost me? Since when have I been yours to lose?"

My eyes widen in shock when I realize the deepness of my words and my face feels as if it's glowing. "I-I…that was a stupid way of wording it, I just meant I thought you were…gone."

Sawyer's brow furrows and he gives a small chuckle. "You mean dead?"

I roll my eyes at his lack of subtlety. "Yes, Sawyer, Dead. I was trying to put it lightly."

He looks around the room with a scrutinizing gaze and then turns his gaze back to me, along with his characteristic raised eyebrow and smirk. "Well I s'pose this is heaven then?"

"Maybe," I say with a small smile.

Our eyes lock for an uncomfortably long time, and I can almost but never quite read the thoughts swirling around in his head. Then he blinks and that 'I have a great one liner coming' twinkle is back in his eye. "Nah, it can't be 'coz you're still fully clothed and I can't see a damn chili dog anywhere."

I look downwards to hide the grin on my face. Oh he's back with vengeance. "I see you're still as pompous as ever."

"I see you're still as…well I'm too damn tired to think of just one word to describe it."

I put on a face of mock worry and pat him on his unshaven cheek. "Oh, eloquent too."

"Oh shut it. Where are we anyhow?"

"We are in…Desmond's house." I saw with a flourish of arms in a mediocre impersonation of a game show prize wench.

Desmond suddenly loses his slight glower at the mention of his name. "What? Oh…yeah."

The two men size each other up for quite a while before Sawyer turns back to me. "I was hopin' we were in a weirdly furnished hotel room. Alone." His eyebrows waggle in a way that I can only describe as cheesy and perverted.

"Sorry to burst your bubble," Desmond says sarcastically.

"I guess I'll be okay…with a little consoling," he says, opening his arms for a hug.

I laugh and walk towards him. "I'm only doing this because you almost died, not due to some heart wrenching affection I feel for you."

He smirks arrogantly as I wrap my arms stiffly around him in a very awkward display of affection, keeping a few inches distance between us. "That's not what you said before," he whispers in my ear, and I can hear the smile in his voice.

"Well…people say stupid things when they're upset," I say whilst trying to extract myself from his rather strong grip. He, being Sawyer, only holds tighter.

"But you were upset" One of his hands starts to wander downwards and I wrench an arm free and slap it.

"Hey! It might surprise you to know that I'm not a heartless bitch all of the time." I say whilst toppling off the bed a little awkwardly and landing in a giggling heap on the floor. I can still feel the trail his hand traveled down my back.

Sawyer looks towards Desmond who is clearly unimpressed. "What you so sour 'bout, Scottie?" he asks with a frustratingly smug grin.

Desmond doesn't look towards Sawyer; he looks at me with narrowed eyes. "Me? Nothing, what on earth have I got to be sour about?" With that he stops leaning against the wall and walks past me to the door.

I stumble off the floor and catch his arm. "Desmond?" I ask anxiously, trying to see his face which he keeps turned away from me.

He pushes my hand off his arm as if it burnt him. When I look questioningly into his eyes I am met with anger and hurt. "No, you got Sawyer back, and now you're happy…everyone's happy," he says in a flat, emotionless voice and leaves the room, shutting the door behind more forcefully than needed.

"Desmond, that's not true-"

"Wait, why are you apologizing to him?" Sawyer asks, brows drawn together.

"Because I…actually, it's none of your business."

"Damn, you two went at it, didn't you? I mean I knew you liked him but I didn't actually think you'd pounce on him the second you got here!" he says incredulously.

"Excuse me?" I ask, eyes and mouth wide open.

Sawyer looks increasingly pleased with himself but there is a hint of annoyance in his voice and his face. "Well, well, well, not such an innocent little girl after all. How was it? Do you like it on top? I reckon you would, and are you a moaner or a screamer? Probably likes it when he calls you a-"

I slap him hard across the face and take a cautionary step back so that Sawyer, in his present state, is unable to reach me. "I don't care if you've lost half of your mental functions; never presume to speak to me like that again."

Sawyer lunges at me as much as possible without falling off the bed. "Bitch! You'd hit a dying man?"

I scoff and roll my eyes skywards. "I wish."

"Well you can't just hit me for telling the truth." He yells, rubbing his right cheek and scowling at me.

"It was not the truth!"

"So what you're saying is…you two didn't go at it?" he inquires, trying to sound casual and failing miserably.

"That's exactly…none of your business. Maybe we did, maybe we didn't. Either way, I'm having a hard time thinking of a reason why you'd care." I manage to keep my voice steady even though am talking absolute crap, and hope my face doesn't betray me.

"I don't care."

The bluntness of it stings a little, and my silly pride would never let Sawyer see that his words hurt. "Well good! Because we did have sex, we did it right on that bed you're lying on…twice!"

He snickers at me and narrows his gaze. "You're shittin' me."

I shrug nonchalantly and hope desperately that Desmond can't hear what I am saying. "I shit you not. And you know what; we'll probably do it again, maybe in the lounge, or maybe on the kitchen bench. And then there'll be you, with nothing but your own hand to keep you company."

Sawyer refuses to be baited. "I don't believe you," he says simply.

I laugh condescendingly at him. "I don't care if you believe me."

I see a flicker of uncertainty cross his face. "Well…I think you do."

"You should probably see to that, you can cause some serious damage if you don't do the whole thinking thing in moderation." I say with a tight smile, zipping up my backpack that I had thrown on the floor. There is silence for a while and I hope that this conversation is over so I can leave this exceedingly awkward situation.

"Once you've grabbed that stick outta your ass, you can go get freckles…Kate, she's probably missin' me," He says with the arrogance that I assume was attached to him at birth.

I frown. Who is this 'Kate' girl, and why would she be missing Sawyer? Maybe she is his girlfriend? Maybe a relative? Why hasn't Sawyer ever mentioned her before? Why the hell am I feeling jealous? "…Kate?"

"Yeah, you can't miss her, she's hard to miss. Pretty, dark hair, freckles, skinny…kinda looks like you, just more attractive." He says and my hand twitches, but I control the urge to hit him by picking up my backpack so that my hands are around something other than his neck.

"Hmmm okay, well while I don't go and do that, perhaps you could locate your arse, then proceed to shove your head up it," I say with a tight smile and saunter towards the door, victorious, in my mind at least.

"I'd rather shove my-" I don't hear whatever crude comment he was about to make, because the alarm for the numbers starts and drowns his words out, and I shut the bedroom door behind me, leaving a very confused Sawyer.

I huff.

He hasn't changed at all.

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