Chapter Seven:

When You're Not Here

The cave was full of people that Sawyer remembered before he set sail on their raft. Jack and Kate apparently have something going on. I'm not worried about it anymore. Kate's just great for playing games with. Jack, he's just a fool. I wonder if I'll ever see those people again? Ana-Lucia was supposed to be on her way here. I never told Abigail that. Maybe she gave up hope and decided to abandon me, for being such a jerk. Hell, I am a jerk. I play people to get what I want. Usually ends up in people getting hurt, but I've got a bunch of pain under my own belt to deal with. I could careless about anyone else's. He sighed. What a lousy way of thinking' . I wonder why Ana-Lucia hasn't made it.

Sayid interrupted his thinking. "How are you Sawyer?"

"Why are you askin'?"

Sayidd nodded, "I see you've not changed."

"Why, do you expect me to act all different cause I got a bullet in the stomach?" He stood up. "Sorry, but not gonna happen. It's gonna have to take a much bigger thing to happen."

Sayid, "Jack mentioned you meeting a girl?"

"Doc's crazy. So was I, there was no girl just me."

"Well, I think you may have been right."

"Listen, Chico, I ain't your friend, and I ain't gonna be." He heads off towards the caves entrance.

"Sawyer." He watched him leave the caves.

Sawyer gets stopped by Kate.

"Where are you going?"

"Why is it that everybody's interested in little old me? I ain't got nothing you want girl. So leave me alone."

Kate tags along beside him. "You were shot Sawyer. And you claimed some girl was helping you?"

Sawyer stops. "I'm delusional okay? Get over it."

"I just think that maybe something happened to you while you were out at sea."

"Is that what this is? You want me to tell you every little detail about the sea voyage?"

"Yeah. It could help us find out more about what happened to the rest of the people on the raft, Michael, Jin, Walt?"

"You don't have to remind me, peaches, I know exactly who was there. Remember you fought me for a seat on that very raft."

"You have to know something Sawyer. Seen something."

He brushed his hair back away from his face. "They came for the boy."

"They? The others?"

"That'd be the ones." He paused for a moment. "It was about four men on the boat and a woman."

"A boat?"

"Do I have to repeat myself every time so you can get it?" He sighed, "Yes, a boat. We were off the island for about three hours. Something popped up on the screen. So we used the flair gun. They came up to us, demanded the boy be given to them. I got shot, and apparently something happened to the rest of 'em."

"That's it? That's all you remember?"

"Well, I do remember having water between my ears." He walked off leaving her there. He knew that she'd run off and report to Jack. Much good it would do to tell the doctor, what'd he do, scalpel them to death? A few moments later he was back at the beach. All his stuff was torn down , because he took it with him on the raft. His book, Watership Down was gone. Nothing to do on this forsaken island. He knew that within days he'd seclude himself from the rest of the survivors, like always. He dug out the letter he always kept stuffed in his pocket. He carefully opened it up and read it.

Dear Mr. Sawyer, you don't know who I am but I know who you are and I know what you done. You had sex with my mother and then you stole my dad's money all away. So he got angry and he killed my mother and then he killed himself, too. All I know is your name. But one of these days I'm going to find you and I'm going to give you this letter so you'll remember what you done to me. You killed my parents, Mr. Sawyer.

He carefully folded it back together and stuffed it into his pocket. He sat on the sand taking in the rays of sunshine.