Disclaimer: I, unfortunately, do not own any characters from the show LOST. I want to thank the producers though for giving me over a dozen more characters to fall in love with.
Jack shuffled slowly to the tent that was set up on the beach. He was exhausted by the weeks horrifying and miraculous events. He pushed aside the tarp and fell to his knees in the sand. He searched through a bin for some kind of drink and found a half-full bottle of water. He slowly started to drink when shouts pierced the air.
"It's my stuff!" A voiced screamed in a southern drawl.
"I don't care. We need all the blankets and if you have anything else that's soft, we need that too!" A woman screamed.
"What for? What's so important Freckles that has you ready to cut my throat?"
Jack sighed and walked out of the tent. "Sawyer, just give it to her."
"No, she didn't answer my question yet. What's so important?" He said fixing his gaze back on Kate.
"THE BABY! That's what! The baby needs it."
"Well, why didn't you just say so? I would've given you whatever you needed for the little tyke. He's the one person on this island I actually like." Sawyer ran off to get the things Kate wanted, leaving the pair stunned to silence.
"What the hell was that all about?" Jack questioned.
"Claire needed some things for the baby and Sawyer didn't want to give them up. Of course at the time he didn't know that the things were for the baby."
"He's one complex puzzle isn't he. Wouldn't surprise me if he's killed someone already. A killer who loves kids. This world is such an amazing place." Jack shook his head as he made his way back through the woods to the caves.
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Sawyer rifled through the things in his camp, trying to find what the little guy needed. "They gotta be here somewhere." He threw a bag of supplies over his shoulder. Then a loud bang filled the air. Sawyer turned and stared at the bag, "What in hell…" Then another bang sounded. Flying out to the beach, Sawyer looked up just in time to see a plane teeter in the air and fly directly over his head. It was extremely low, and its right wing hit the woods. Without another word, Sawyer took off in the direction of the plane.
