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Notes: This coincides with the episode "Do No Harm". Major plot line is, once again, in place. I just tweaked a few little details.

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Summary: Sawyer starts on his quest to find Shannon, all the while thinking about another special girl and a very special kiss.

"Rhett Butler Saves the Day"

He walked, once again, with determination. But, this time, he intended to find a different girl. Sawyer wasn't just looking for the rich chick though. He was looking for every person that the rich chick hung around with. Sawyer may have been the outcast of the island, but that didn't mean that he didn't pay attention to the occasional island gossip. In fact, if the others knew him better, they would know that Sawyer was actually one of the nosiest people on the island. He enjoyed snooping around in other peoples business, always had really. It was how he had his fun. Hell, it could even be quite useful sometimes.

Times like now actually.

For example, Sawyer knew that the rich chick had recently begun dating the arab guy. What was his name? Hell, Sawyer only knew him as Ali Babba. Although, personally, he'd found their comparison to be a big odd. Oddly enough, whether it was the southern upbringing coming to surface or he was just a sick bastard, he noticed a more romantic connection between rich chick and big brother. But he had made a personal choice not to interfere with other people's sex lives, at least not since that one time. Sawyer winced and shook his head to get the image out of his mind.

So Ali Babba this was one person on his list of people to search for. He also knew that the rich chick was a pretty big airhead, as said by some of the others, and enjoyed sunbathing when everyone else was doing their share of the work. He had nothing against laziness, he himself had been known to be that way sometimes. But this information told him that she would not be likely to be hanging out around the caves, more likely closer to the beach. Sawyer deduced all of this rather quickly and once these facts had been considered and the plan was in place, he had nothing else to think about.

There was, of course, the kiss. He smiled at the thought of it. It had been, he thought, one the best damn kisses he'd ever had the pleasure of participating in. It had everything that he looked for in a kiss, without the fact that the girl was being forced to kiss him anyway. That had been their first kiss technically. Although, the situation wasn't so different. She still had needed something from him. Only this time, he really did have what she needed. He was able to give it to her and show her that he could be a good guy.

He could only hope that she had figured this out. Because he wasn't about to say it out loud or nothing'.

But most of all, he remembered the look on her face just before the kiss. It was so different then anything he'd seen in her before. It was vulnerability. It was need. It was the look of a puppy who's begging for the pork chop that you have on your plate at your neighbors barbecue. Like nothing else will satisfy this need it has, only that pork chop. Like only you can bring it back from the bottomless pit of depression and make it happy again by giving it your dinner.

Yea, that was the look. And to Sawyer, this actually was a very romantic comparison.

Forcing himself back to reality, he concentrated on the situation at hand. A brother was very sick and his sister was no where to be found. He searched through the sea of survivors mewing around the caves, looking for the arab guy. He didn't seem to be anywhere in sight. He stopped a few people and asked them, but he preferred to work alone for the most part. Then, it occurred to him. Ali Babba and the rich chick were both no where to be found. If they were together, considering the currently gossip going around, they must be doing something naughty and cute like all new lovers do. If there was anything Sawyer knew about it was romance and the sort of atmosphere that put lovers in the mood. He smiled in pride at the thought. Yea, he could be a major asshole. But he could also be a romantic sonofabitch when the mood struck him.

The waterfall. The one he and Freckles had found a few weeks back. That was where they were.

Fifteen minutes of straight running found him at the edge of the trees where the waterfall was located. Sure enough, there they were. Having a cute little lovers picnic. It looked…he tried to think of some sarcastic way to describe it. Finally, he sighed. It looked damn sweet. It looked like something he wished he could do with her. But, maybe he could. Maybe there was hope now. Or…not. He had always been pessimistic like this. Hell, with his history how could he not? People couldn't be trusted from one minute to the next. Who knew what Freckles was thinking about that kiss now, thirty minutes later. He put the thought out of him mind, concentrating on the girl sitting a few feet away.

He walked out into the clearing, interrupting their fun. He was out of breath from the run to get here and slightly flushed and sweaty. The girl looked at him with disgust…the man with disdain. He was used to it.

"Sawyer?" The arab guy asked. He tried to calm his breathing. Sawyer, still slightly out of breath, pointed at the rich chick. She looked frightened by the gesture.

"You…come back…to camp." He demanded. But it came out more like a few weak phrases put together.

"Excuse me?" She demanded and the bitch in her began to show. Sawyer was getting frustrated.

"You're brother is back at the caves bleeding internally Sticks. Thought you might like to come see him a spell." He finally managed to make a demand. Her face turned from annoyance to anger to shock to fear all in a matter of seconds. Ali Babba just seemed shocked and suspicious.

"What happened?" Ali Babba demanded. He stood up and went up to Sawyer, looking ready for a fight.

Sawyer went on defense and stood tall. "Look Ali Babba, I didn't touch the guy ok? So stop right there." They locked eyes for a moment before Ali Babba finally backed down.

"Take me there!" Demanded a female voice from behind Sawyer. He turned to notice that the rich chick was already heading into the trees and back to the caves. He took one last look at Ali Babba before jogging behind her. He could hear the Arab guy following close behind him.

Hell, why had he done this again? Oh yea, because she asked him too.

Dammit, one kiss and he was already making sacrifices for her. But in his own defense, it had been one hell of a kiss.