A/N: I hope you enjoy this chapter and please review. This is a very short chapter but I'm kind of stuck right now on where to go next. I know what's going to happen I just have to find a way to write it. Oh well enjoy the short chapter.

Rating: M

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"Want to go for a walk?" Sawyer asked Natalie the next afternoon.

"Yeah," she said smiling and Sawyer took her hand in his and they walked off into the jungle.

"I like being alone with you," Natalie said looping her arm through his. "And I know how difficult I can be sometimes," she added.

"No more difficult than I am," he said and she smiled at him.

"It's a nice day," she said. "Hot as always but nice."

"Yeah I guess it is," Sawyer agreed and Natalie stopped walking and turned to face him. She ran her hands up his chest and wrapped them around his neck and looked up at him. Sawyer smirked down at her and she hated when he gave her that smirk cause all she wanted to do was throw him down on the ground and rip all his clothes off.

"You want something?" he asked in a whisper.

"Maybe," she teased smiling up at him and running her fingers through his hair. He leaned down and kissed her. Natalie sighed and leaned into his kiss as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her closer to him. Natalie felt Sawyer run his hands down her body resting them on her ass. Natalie let her hands play with the ends of his hair and she slowly ran her hands down his back and when she got to the waistband of his jeans she felt something hard and pulled away.

"What is that?" Natalie asked looking up at him in bewilderment.

"What are you talking about?" Sawyer asked hoping to get her mind off of the fact that he had a gun tucked into the waistband of his jeans. He kissed her again. Natalie pulled away.

"What is that in your jeans?" she asked him.

"Damn, I thought you knew what that was by now," he said.

"James that was not what I was talking about," she said and she went to run her hands under his shirt but he grabbed them.

"Look don't worry about what that is," he told her and she pulled her hands out of his grasp.

"I want to know the truth James," she said and she ran her hands under his shirt and pulled the gun out of the waistband of his pants.

"A gun," she said. "Where did you get a gun?" she asked.

"Jack gave it to me," he told her.

"Jack gave you a gun," she said in disbelief.

"Yes because I'm with you all the time," he told her and took the gun back from her.

"So Jack just gave you a gun?" she asked.

"Yes he did," Sawyer told her as he tucked the gun back in the waistband of his pants. "And hopefully I'll never have to use it."

"I hope not," she whispered. "You were never going to tell me about the gun?"

"Well I know how you can react to things and there was no need to upset you if I didn't have to."

"Ok," she sighed. "I know I tend to over react sometimes," she added. "So I guess I can understand your reluctance to tell me but you could have told me anyway."

"I know that," he told her. "But what good would it have done, you would have gotten mad."

"Am I mad now?" she asked him and he looked at her.

"You don't seem to be." He sighed. "Its really important that I keep you safe, that I don't let Johnny get near you," he told her. "This is one thing I don't want to fail at."

"You've kept me safe so far," she said smiling. "There's no one else I feel more safe with than you." She added. "I trust that you know what you're doing."

"I'm glad someone does because I have no idea what I'm doing," Sawyer admitted. "I just know I'm doing everything I can to make sure nothing happens to you."