Things remained pretty calm for a couple of days, giving Kate and Sawyer a chance to get used to enjoying each others company and not having to be careful what they say, not having to mask their feelings for each other. Sayid had announced what had happened to Jack to the group the day before, who was going to eventually make a full recovery, not mentioning the steps that were taken to save his life, although he looked pointedly at sawyer when he was saying this, as if to will him to step up and admit what he did for Jack, showing sawyer that he would back him up. Sawyer just stood there, his arms around Kate who was standing in front of him. He had noticed that when they were out in public together he couldn't help but put his arm around her, or grab her hand. He wasn't sure if it was a possessive thing or if he wanted to protect her from the harsh stares of the group, or a bizarre mixture of the two. For the most part people had stopped staring at them whenever they emerged from Sawyer's tent, and obviously had gotten used to the situation, Sun and Jin, Locke and Sayid were noticeably civil to them, but no one else in the group seemed to think there was anything odd in this, which Sawyer was pleased about. Claire also regarded them in a friendly manner, giving them a big grin whenever they emerged smiling from the tent, or walked along the beach together, almost as if they were figures from some romance novel she was viewing. However, it seemed Charlie and Hurley were the ones who regarded them with unease, and seemed to avoid Kate, Hurley had never been Sawyer's biggest fan, although no one could really blame him for this, and he couldn't believe that Kate hadn't ended up with Jack. Charlie had felt uncomfortable around Sawyer ever since they had pulled the con with the guns, and seemed to think someone who was capable of that shouldn't be with someone like Kate. This knowledge made sawyer chuckle to himself, even knowing she was a convict made people think she was too good for him. But they mainly kept to themselves.

Kate woke up with a lazy yawn. Even after a few days it still felt strange for her to be waking up in Sawyer's tent, and it being the first thing she sees. She turns her head and gazes at him lying beside her. She loved watching him sleep, he looked so different it was almost eerie sometimes, it made you realise how much of his character was made up by his facial expressions. She lay there for a moment, enjoying the feeling of being wrapped around his body. After the almost inevitable sex that they would have they would lay together afterwards, holding each other as tightly as possible, but they found themselves often having to disconnect from each other to sleep, neither used to the feel of another body next to them all the time. But they always seemed to wake up entwined again in the morning, as if their bodies, even in sleep, desire the touch of the other.

She carefully disentangled herself from his sleeping form, realising by the light under the tent that it was still quite early, and thought she would go try and find them some food. She quickly located some clothes from her suitcase, as she had moved her only few belongings into his tent, and stepped outside. The beach was quite busy with people, it was difficult to sleep in late most days, the sun was so hot, and the tent seemed to turn into a sauna. Not that this bothered Sawyer much, he certainly enjoyed his sleep, and she had learned that it was really best to let him wake up of his own accord!

She said good morning to a few people who she passed, and headed towards Claire's tent. Claire was sitting by Aaron's cradle, making funny faces at him and watching him smile.

"Hi, Claire," Kate said.

Claire looked up and smiled at Kate, "Hi yourself, how are things?" she said with a grin, and Kate knew she really meant, 'how are things with you and Sawyer.'

Kate couldn't help but smile back, she'd been doing a lot of smiling recently, "They're fine thanks, I was wondering if you knew where I could find Locke, I was going to try and see if he had captured anymore boar?"

"Aww, you're bringing him breakfast in bed, it must be love," Claire said, teasing her.

This whole conversation made Kate feel like she was back in Junior High, even though she had never really had 'girl talk' back then, she was more of a tomboy, hanging out with Tom and some of his friends mainly. Kate just laughed, and blushed slightly, "Something like that anyway."

Claire noticed Kate looked slightly uncomfortable, "I saw him about five minutes ago actually and I think you're in luck, he was heading over with some boar to the hatch for Sayid, Hurley and Jack, so you might be able to catch him if you're quick."

"Okay, thanks Claire," Kate said, and headed off in the direction of the path to the hatch, but not before giving Aaron a little wave. She still couldn't believe that she had actually delivered him.

She walked at a quick pace; hoping Locke was walking in his usual slow and leisurely manner. She was in luck as she noticed him leaning up against a tree, obviously taking a quick breather.

"Morning John," Kate said with a smile as she walked towards him.

Locke looked up and raised his hand in greeting, "Hey there Kate, you heading towards the hatch?" he asked.

Kate looked down at the ground, she figured he thought that she was going to visit Jack, and she felt a twinge of guilt that she had been avoiding him ever since their conversation. But then he asked for time for him to get used to things, she said to herself. "Erm, actually I was wondering if you had any boar, we, I mean Sawyer and me haven't had any meat for a couple of days, and I thought I might be able to get some for breakfast."

Locke smiled at her awkwardness, "Well you're in luck, I was just bringing some boar to the hatch, but there is plenty spare, caught quite a big one the other day," he reached into his bag and pulled out some wrapped in what appeared to be leaves. Kate took them and put them in own rucksack.

"Thanks Locke."

"So how are things going anyway, must be quite an adjustment for you both, being together I mean," Locke said in that slow calm way he has, looking you in the eyes.

"Oh, things are going really well actually, but its not easy, we are both so set in our ways, its hard sometimes to compromise," she said smiling. Bizarrely she had always found Locke quite easy to talk to. Maybe it was because he gave of quite a fatherly air, even though he is sometimes very disconnected from the real world.

Locke chuckled, "Well, it can't be easy trying to tame a man like James, he certainly is unpredictable."

Kate frowned slightly, "Just out of interest, why do you call him James, I know it's his real name, but no one else chooses to use it."

Locke looked at her for a moment, his eyes unreadable, "Sawyer was the name of someone I knew, well they had many names, but Sawyer was one of them."

Upon these words Kate had a peculiar feeling of dread creep through her body, Locke had stopped speaking, but she looked at him, willing him to go on.

"You see I hired a private detective to find this person, my...father, and I found him, and we were re-united, but he only got to know me so he could con me into giving him one of his kidneys as he was ill," Kate could see the anger seeping into his usually controlled demeanor, and her own heart had begun to speed up, almost as if she knew where this conversation was heading. "So afterwards, I did a little investigating of my own, only through less...normal routes. Turns out my father was a con man, had been all his life practically, it gave a list of some of his cons, the ones that ended up being dealt with the police at least. He went by many different names over the years, but the main one he used back in the 'glory days' it seemed was Sawyer, Frank Sawyer."

Locke stopped speaking and looked over at Kate who had gone pale all of a sudden and Locke could detect a slight tremor in her arms, but he continued speaking, "That's why I asked James why he chose sawyer as his name, not only is it quite an unusual name, it reminds me of...him."

"What happened to him," Kate asked, her voice shaking, she was terrified of the answer.

"He's dead," Locke said, looking away. When he turned back around Kate had slumped to the floor. She couldn't believe what she had just heard, what she had just been told. Of all the people that could have crashed on the same island as him it had to be the son of the man who ruined his life, the son of the man who he had spent his whole life geared up for revenge upon. And now it had all been taken away from him, what he has focused on for thirty years, what he had passed up so much focusing on his anger for him, and now she knows it was all for nothing, he will never get a chance to do it.

"Kate, are you alright?" Locke said, alarmed at how she was behaving.

"When you researched into him, your father, did it mention anything about a woman he conned in Texas, and her husband found out and shooting both her and then himself, all in front of their 8 year old child," she asked quietly.

Locke grimaced, he did remember reading about that tragic incident, "Yes I did," he replied.

Kate turned and looked at him, her face a mask of shock, sorrow and bitterness, "The boy, his name was James Ford," she said in a shaky whisper, drawing her knees towards her and hugging them.

Locke was quiet was several moments, he was shocked at the whole situation, and incredibly shocked at the severity of Kate's reaction.

Kate noticed Locke staring at her as if she was over reacting, "He dedicated his whole life to getting vengeance, John. He thought his life was over after that day, the only thing that kept him going, the only thing that still keeps him going deep inside is knowing that one day he can get revenge on the man who ruined his life. And how I am supposed to tell him that this has all been taken away from him," she said, her voice growing louder and louder as she spoke until she could feel her voice breaking and tears threatening to over flow. All she could think about was how badly he would react if he found out, that she had to be the one to tell him, that he would probably hate her for doing it to him. "How did he die?" Kate asked.

Locke sighed, "Heart attack. A maid found him dead in a hotel bed. The doctors said it would have come on suddenly and he wouldn't have felt much pain," he chuckled bitterly, "I suppose some people would say there's no justice in the world."

Kate held her face in her hands for a moment. "I have to tell him don't I?" she asked, already knowing the answer.

"Yes, I think you do. It might even give him some kind of closure," Kate just looked up at him doubtfully, "And you should tell him the whole truth as well, you may think sugar coating it by saying he died a horrible death might help, but if he finds out you lied about it somehow...something tells me he would take worse to the news that you lied to him."

Kate just sighed, "This is going to ruin everything," she said, mainly to herself.

"You never know Kate, it might make things better."

She got up and looked down at him sadly, "I know it won't," she replied, and began to walk the path down to the beach, tears streaming down her face, knowing that she had to go ruin the best thing that had ever happened to her.