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Author's note: It took me about 25 minuets to figure out what the number of the plane was. I knew it, I just couldn't think of it. If any one knows any good forums that wouldn't take 25 minuets to get info, please let me know. Just write a review and give me the web address. Thanks

Chapter 6: Manslaughter and Loop Holes


A large, beady-eyed officer pushed Sawyer into his cell. He fell to the floor with a loud thud. A number of men the other cells snickered at sawyer got to his feet. He still had all the cuts he had gotten on the island and it looked like the cops had beaten him, or at least the other criminals thought so. They mocked him, asking him what he was in for then making up storied that he stole a piece of candy from the local Wall-Mart.

A big guy in the cell next to him asked what he was really in there for. Sawyer looked up and glared at him. He was hesitant to answer. No good could come of this and he wanted to get out of here. He had nowhere to go but he had Kate. If he was out of here, maybe he could help her get out too. The men had started mocking him again so he decided to answer, "Manslaughter," he said in a soft voice so only the people near by could hear him. The room quieted down.

"What did he say?" called a man from the other side of the room.

"Murder," another one called back.

A few moments passed before a few of the men started laughing. Sawyer rolled his eyes and leaned back against the cell wall. He rubbed the blood from one of his cuts that had re-opened when the officer had thrown him to the floor.

"Why you cut up so dam bad?" one of the men across the hall asked, "Your bitch whip you or somthin'?"

Sawyer was more than willing to answer this one, "I was on Oceanic flight 815," Sawyer replied.

More laughs came from a few people. The man who has asked the questions replied, "That flight crashed. There were no survivors."

Sawyer stood up and went to the edge of his cell and called to the guard, "Hey! Turn on that T.V!" The guard stood up form his chair and walked over to the small television and turned it on to the only channel the prison got, CNN. There was a reporter standing in front of the crowd of people Sawyer had come to known.

"The survivors of Oceanic flight 815 arrived in L.A. today. 48 out of 160 lived though this tragedy. One of the survivors agreed to talk to us today. What can you tell us about your experience Dr. Shepard." The reported turned and Jack came into the view of the camera.

"Always have to be the center of attention Doc." Sawyer muttered to himself, hopping no one heard.

For the next half hour, everyone in the large room stared at the screen until Sawyer's story was proved.

"As soon as the boat landed," the reporter began as the cameras switched to a tape taken as soon as the boat docked, "JamesFord,better known the survivors as Sawyer,and Katharine Austin were arrested. They are both being contained at the L.A. center for dangerous criminals. The charges on the two have no been released as of now. We'll keep you posted. Thanks and back to you Tom."

Sawyer watched the screen as the cameras showed he and Kate sharing a passionate kiss just as they were ripped apart. He hadn't noticed it before, but Kate's eyes had tears in them when it happened.

"Who's the chick?" one of the men asked in a crude, uncaring tone.

"Sawyer just walked back to the bench in the cell, "At least I know where she is," he muttered to himself, hoping no one else would hear.

"I said who's the chick you littl' puss," the main sneered as he asked his question again.

"If you ladies don't mind, I'll like to get some sleep although this cell is worse than the sand I've been sleeping on for the past two months," Sawyer responded as he leaned back and closed his eyes.

Just as he drifted off to sleep, an attorney came to the cell, "James Ford?" he asked.

"Yeah," Sawyer said, not bothering to open his eyes.

"I'm your attorney. I'd like to discuss a few things with you."

Sawyer opened his eyes and stood up, "What's the point? Do you really think I have a case?" He walked to the edge of the cell and glared at the attorney.

"Yes," he replied, "They can't convict you if they don't have any evidence.

Sawyer smirked and let the guard open his cell. He followed the attorney to a conference room where they could talk in private. "So, let's hear it. What loop hole is going to get me out of here?"