A/N: sorry I kind of fell off the wagon there and deprived you of new chapters for like a week, but I took a break for my birthday and then things just got really out of control busy. Plus spring break ended and so I have less free time. But thank you to everyone who commented and was so very nice. And now I have come back so here is chapter seven.

Moody and bruised from her battle that evening Kitty sat inside Sawyer's (and apparently hers now) shelter. It was slightly cramped with him in there too, but she could not bring herself to protest, it still was not her home.

I won't let it be.

While she leaned against one wall, he leaved against the other and sat patiently waiting for her to make conversation.

"I'm sorry about you arm there," Sawyer said when he realized she would not make conversation.

"It's nothing."

"Compared to what? All them scratches on your arms?"

He lit a candle so they could see each other just in time for him to see her stare at him lividly. "I really don't know where they came from."

"I know," he said quickly not wanting to have a déjà vu, "Must be pretty scary, wakin' up every mornin' with those" – he pointed – "and not know where they came from."

"It is," she added as an afterthought, "Didn't anyone ever tell you it's rude to point?"

"Well I do a lot of things that are considered rude; bruising teenage girls being one of them."

"You think I'm a teenager?"

"Aren't you?"

"What does it matter here? It won't be long before we forget time altogether, the clocks ran out, months will fade, years will become whole years within themselves. People will just get old… or die."

"You count yourself as one of us already."

"No I don" – she began to protest but at the last minute realized her mistake.

Sawyer let out a dry laugh, "Got you there. So who'd you meet today?"

Kitty told him about Claire and Charlie in the candle light, which began to dim by the time she had finished.

"Where should I sleep?" She asked timidly.

"Sleep? We still have time, what's the hurry?"

"The candle's burning out," Kitty pointed.

"Didn't anyone ever tell you it's rude to point?"

"I do a lot of things that are considered rude."

Sawyer smiled, "Like…?"

"Like running at the island's only doctor with a knife," Kitty half-laughed.

Sawyer spontaneously got up and rummaged through some of the baggage on one side of the "room." When he apparently didn't find what he was looking for he muttered, "Damn" and sat back down with a moody scowl on his face.

"What?" she asked deeply confused.

"I never," he muttered.

"What?"

"It's a drinking game, but I gave all my alcohol to do the doc."

"Oh… well how do you play?"

Sawyer brightened up a little and her interest, "Someone says, "I never" something, and if you have done it you take a drink. For example, I never wore a wet suit without a bathing suit underneath."

Suddenly defensive Kitty said, "Hey! I only did that because my boyfriend thought it would be sexy!"

"Ohhh," Sawyer teased, "So there's a boyfri"-

She cut him off, "I think I can do you one better anyway: Truth or Lie."