Chapter Eight:

Cold Hearted Soul

That night while sitting on the beach watching the waves crash against one another. He can't reliving that moment on the raft over an over. Trying to remember anything. Sawyer had given up any hope of going home. They were there for the long run. There's no use in sugar coatin' it. We're gonna live here until we die. Great. The more and more that he stayed on the island, the more he longed to get off of it. He felt as though he was a helpless being who kept getting tortured. Who'd wanna live a life like this? I can't sit here anymore. He stood up and wiped off his jeans. His buttoned up t-shirt was blowing against the breeze as he planted his feet in the sand. He looked up at the sky. I miss her. I do. She's the only one that understands me. But I won't let her know. I'm not weak. Kate can't get the best of me. He stood there for awhile before laying down under a tree. He was tired and needed some sleep.

The next morning, he woke from the commotion that was going on near him. People running into the jungle. Great, guess the polar bears want to make an appearance. He got to his knees before realizing Kate was standing in front of him. Her brown curly hair blew against her face. He couldn't remember any other time that she was so beautiful.

"What can I do for you freckles? Here to ask me some more questions?" He got to his feet, "Or how about what I ate on the raft. Now that I really can't remember." He paused for a moment. "I'm guessing sushi."

"Ana-Lucia is here."

His eyes widened, "Who?"

"Ana-Lucia. Turns out she survived. She's in the caves. If you want to see her."

"Now why would I want to do that?"

"I don't know Sawyer. I figured you'd want to ask her about Abigail."

"She's not real remember. You and Doc called me crazy, remember? Now why would I want to give into that?"

"I didn't call you crazy, Sawyer."

"Yeah, but you implied it."

"Fine. Stay here." She walked off leaving him by himself on the beach.

A few minutes later Sawyer decided he should go check it out. See if he is crazy. Not for Jack or Kate, but for himself. Did he really hallucinate Abigail? Surely not, why would he? Everyone in the cave was huddled around Ana-Lucia. Their eyes fixated on her. Hurley, Charlie, Kate, and Sun, most everyone was there that needed to be. Except Locke. Sawyer and Locke never really formally met. They didn't think much of one another. Sawyer thought Locke saw him as a punk and a con. Half of that was true. Sawyer didn't find much need in Locke and hated that everyone depended on this man to get them their food. Locke was a holy man and you could see it in his eyes. But when he entered the room Ana-Lucia's eyes shifted to him. Many turned to see what she was looking at, but didn't seem to care.

Sawyer leaned against the wall of the cave listening to was Ana-Lucia had to say. Most of it wasn't new. Same story as the rest of the survivors. Shot out of the plane, landed on the island, and blah blah blah. He'd wait until everyone left to ask her questions. Most of which, he knew she didn't have the answers to. He shrugged to himself and walked out of the cave. Taking a deep breath of fresh air. Closing his eyes for a moment before getting slugged in the back of the head by a pipe. He fell on his stomach and cried out in a bit of pain.

He was out cold.

When he woke up he was tied to a tree. "Great. Alright, Chico, I don't know where anything is." He looked around. No one was around. He was in a deeper part of the jungle. "Hello?"

He struggled against the ropes that bounded his hands. He grunted loudly as if it'd help him break free. No use. Wouldn't budge.

He shook his head in frustration, "Every, damn time." Just then something caught his eye, "Abigail?"

She smiled at him and moved towards him. Locke was behind her.

"I should've known you were behind this, you crazy old man."

Abigail sat down on a rock nearby watching Locke approach Sawyer.

"Where'd you find her Locke?"

Locke didn't answer.

"I asked you a question, and you better answer it."

"Or what Sawyer?"

"You really wanna test that?"
"Listen, I'm here to help you through this. Jack asked me to--"

"If the wise old Doc doesn't leave me alone, one of us is gonna end up dead." He struggled against the ropes again, "How'd you find her?"

Locke looked around. "How'd I find who?"

Aggressively, "You know damn well who. Her." Sawyer looked up and she was gone. "Where'd she go?"

"There's no one here but us, Sawyer."

"If I wanted your help don't you think I'd ask for it?"

Blackout again.

Once he woke up he saw he was laying in the cave. He got me back awfully fast. When I see that crazy old man I'm gonna kick his ass.

"Will he be okay, Jack?" Said Ana-Lucia.

"He keeps on blacking out. It might be because of excessive blood flow to his brain or.." he thought for a moment. "The stress?" He shook his head, "I don't know. I can't run any tests cause I don't have any of the equipment I need."

"Am I really worth all this trouble, Doc?"

"Just because we're not friends, doesn't mean I'm going to let you die."

"Aw we're not friends doc? And here I thought we were. Braiding each others hair and sharing secrets. Did that mean nothing to yah?"

Jack ignored Sawyer. Locke entered the cave, a girl in his arms. Locke interrupted, "I found this girl, laying on the rocks at that waterfall that you were talking about Kate. She looks pretty beat up."

Jack quickly ran to her side and looked over her wounds. Ana-Lucia went with Jack. "Abigail?" She shook her head. "Doesn't even look like her." Ana stroked her hair from her face. "What's wrong with her Jack?"

"Looks like she got attacked by something."

Sawyer spoke up, "Or someone."

Jack yelled to Sun, "I need some water and bring me that medical kit."

Sawyer watched as Jack was trying to help her. Kate stood beside him. She took several glances at Sawyer, to make sure that he was okay. He didn't say anything.

"Will she live?" Sawyer asked Kate as if she was in control of Abigail's life.

"Jack's doing the best he can."

Sawyer nodded and walked out of the cave. Jack watched him exit. Cold hearted soul