Author's Note: Wow, three new readers! lol scrawn, yeah, I'll just insert random person here. Oh an, Shannon Michelle, you would be correct in your guessing. Thanks for the reviews guys! Here's another chapter.

Chapter Three

'Easy freckles, you blind or something?' the person asked in a southern drawl.

She pulled her arms from Sawyer's grasp and turned to face him. He was as soaked as she was. She could see he had a stupid grin on his face as lightning streaked through the sky.

'Never had a woman scream like that for me before,' he smirked.

'What are you doing here?' she demanded, ignoring his comment.

'Thought I'd go for a midnight stroll. What the hell do you think?' Sawyer asked.

'You actually came all this way for me?' Kate asked, disbelief in her voice.

'Don't act so surprised, sweetheart. Can't be having Miss America getting barbequed,' Sawyer said as another flash of lightning lit up the sky.

'Whatever, Sawyer, or whatever your name is,' Kate said, pushing her way through the bushes, going back the way she had came.

'Not so fast,' Sawyer said as he grabbed her arm.

'Let go of me,' Kate said.

'Fine, go on then. Get lost, see if I care,' Sawyer said as he let go of her.

'Yeah, like you know where you're at,' Kate said as she started walking again. She wasn't sure whether she was still looking for the guy or she was just trying to get out of here.

'Baby, I know exactly where I'm at,' Sawyer said. 'Unlike you.'

Kate stopped and turned around to look at him.

'Had to move my suitcases again after Pretty Boy went through my stuff. They're just a couple of feet away from where you're standing on your left,' Sawyer said.

'You're lying.'

'Am I?' Sawyer asked. 'Take a look for yourself.'

He walked up to her and then pass her. She followed and stopped when he kneeled down. A few seconds later she heard a zipper being unzipped.

'Just "trying' to make an effort",' Sawyer said as he turned around and shone a flashlight up in her eyes.

She put a hand up to shield her eyes from the bright light.

'Aren't you resourceful?' Kate commented.

'You bet. Even have a jacket,' Sawyer said as he handed her a big brown jacket.

'Whose jacket is this?' Kate asked, taking it slowly.

'Mine, if you really want to know,' Sawyer said as he zipped the suitcase back up.

'No wonder it smells like cigarette smoke,' Kate complained.

'Hey, beggars can't be choosers,' Sawyer said as he stood up, pointing the flashlight down to the ground.

'Are you actually giving me this to wear?' Kate questioned, looking at him.

'Just put the damn jacket on,' Sawyer said.

Kate couldn't hold back a smile as she put the jacket on.. It almost swallowed her as she rolled up the sleeves. It wasn't a rain jacket, but it was better than nothing.

'Are you aware that you're actually being nice?' she asked, looking back up at him.

'Are you aware that we're in the middle of a creature infested jungle during a storm, just chitchattin' away like it was nothin'?' Sawyer replied back.

Kate didn't reply, deciding not to discuss the matter further. If she did, Sawyer would probably get ticked off and go into one of those moody moods again.

'So, are you still hell-bent on going after whoever the hell it is you're going after?' Sawyer asked.

'I don't want to leave him out here in this weather,' Kate said stubbornly.

'Yeah, well, can't save everyone, Kate,' Sawyer said.

'Yeah, like you would know,' Kate snapped without meaning to. Although he might change, he still always seemed to find a way under her skin at the wrong moments. She expected him to come back with something smart, but there was nothing but silence.

Sawyer didn't have a quirky come back for that. He didn't say anything, but she could feel his eyes on her. She knew she had hit a nerve. After a minute he turned around, pointed the flashlight in front of him, and started walking off.

'Sawyer!' Kate shouted.

'No, no, freckles. You go on with your little saving act. Get yourself killed for all I care. I never could save anyone in the first place, why bother now?' Sawyer shouted, walking faster.

'Sawyer wait. I didn't mean-' Kate began, but stopped in mid-sentence when she heard a loud stomping noise to her right.

She snapped her head in the direction of the sound. She looked forward again and could see that Sawyer had stopped.

'What the hell-' Sawyer began as he turned around.

Something growled and then the trees behind Kate collapsed. Her heart was racing. She knew what falling trees meant on this island. Sawyer was starting to walk back her way, but she was already running towards him.

'No, run, Sawyer!' she said as she met up with him.

He was still staring back towards the fallen trees.

'Is that?' he questioned, shining the flashlight towards her face. He could see the fear in her eyes as the ground shook.

'RUN!' Kate shouted, grabbing a handful of his shirt and almost dragged him with her.