A/N: THANK YOU TO ALL OF YOU WHO REVIEWED! And a special thank you to CelticPuzzleStrangerRangerGrl for correcting my spelling. I AM ACCEPTING ANONYMOUS REVIEWS! (winks THANK YOU OCTOBER SKY! October Sky ) Anywho, all of you guys are so nice and I love you so much for supporting this story!

But now I have a mission for you! I want you all to tell me if I should include lemon in this story. It's obviously too soon so don't think I'll do anything stupid and put it in like the next three chapters (unless I put in a MASSIVE time leap, which I don't THINK I will do but I might), but eventually I am planning to put something to that effect in if no one minds. Some people hate it and are disgusted and some people love it a lot, so I don't know. I will do this based on a majority, but if it's too close I will put the lemon as its own chapter so those who do not wish to read it can avoid it. TELL ME! (wow that was a long note. Sorry. AND NOW I BEGIN WITH THE ACTUAL CHAPTER AND ENOUGH BABBLE FROM ME!)

"I got lost," Kitty tried to explain yet again as Sawyer handed her a slightly damp piece of cloth for the cut on her arm. It was bleeding a bit too much for comfort.

"And you just happened to rip your arm open on the way?" Sawyer said with a cold bite in his voice. He was tired and the day was so long, but so much happened and in such a rapid way that the day seemed like a mere fraction of a second.

"Oh that's what this is about," Kitty said concentrating on weaving the cloth around her arm firmly, "Why does it bother you so much?"

"Because it's fuckin' creepy that's why!" Sawyer barked at the kitten and scared her tremendously. She jumped and did not know what to do anymore, "Who the hell would do something like that? Carve into their own damned skin?"

"I would," Kitty quivered, "But I did NOT do this. It got dark and I didn't have a torch. There was a really big cloud, and the moon disappeared."

Sawyer looked at her. Striped little kitten bleeding from her paw and too stubborn to admit she was not in the best condition. He was giving her the third degree about something completely random and probably painful after a very long day of already painful experiences and he knew it.

What the hell am I doing? Shut up and help her.

He knelt down and took the bandage away from her, she was almost halfway done with it, but she was having difficulties seeing as how it was her own arm and she could only use one arm in attaching it, "You said you didn't do them before."

"I lied."

"Why?"

Déjà vu, she thought bewildered.

"I wanted to start over. My old life… was not such a happy one."

"Obviously," he grunted. As an afterthought, he asked, "So what's your real name?"

He tied a knot with the rest of the cloth when he had finished, it felt oddly perfect. Firm and yet not suffocating, "Delaney."

"I think I like, Kitty, better." He got up to go and sleep outside again, but Kitty grabbed his arm.

"Please. Sleep inside tonight okay?"

Sawyer studied her eyes again, she was afraid, she was hurt, she was alone, all of this in her eyes and more; but most of all he saw a plea, she could not be left alone tonight, and that was the terrible yet oh so amazingly wonderful truth.

"Whatever you say Kitty-Cat."

Kitty smiled as he lay down, she rested herself next to him, not too close, not too far. Or at least she thought; she had lied down so that both she and Sawyer were facing the same way, and she was content to know someone was lying beside her. Where she would have twitched, where she would have screamed, where she would have whipped around in fear and anxiety, she just lie there, as out of no where he pulled his arms in around her.

I want arms. I want safety. She felt them again.

She turned around still letting him hold onto her and snuggled herself farter into him again. And again she rubbed her face against his chest, exactly like a cat might. Within a few moments he was asleep, his breathing was steady, and Kitty looked up at him. Timidly, almost cautiously as if she expected some great consequence, she tilted her head upward, and gave him a soft kiss on his slightly parted lips.

She wasn't sure, it was light, almost like a tremor, but it felt as if he had kissed her back.

Wishful thinking? Hallucination? Reality?

She couldn't tell. But it didn't matter. The day had been long, and it was time for sleep.