The jungle was eerily quiet, and all of the surivors had the sense to stay on the beach. All but one. Four year old Jenny stumbled blindly. She had no idea how she had gotten here, where her father was and why no one had come for her. She sat down and held her stuffed animal close the her chest.

Sawyer glanced behind him to make sure no one was following. Thus far, he'd kept his stash secret and he intended to keep it that way. Something stopped him though. Soft crying echoing through the trees. He got up and looked around comming across a little girl. She looked up at him hopefully with her bright blue eyes.

Sawyer just stood there. "Oh, you got to be kidding me." He said finally.

"Daddy?" The girl mumbled, confusion playing out on her face.

"Nope sorry...I ain't you're daddy." He turned around and started walking back to his stash. Hearing tiny footsteps behind him, he spun around. "What the hell do you want?" He hollored.

The girls eyes grew wide "I ain't supposed to say that word" She whispered.

Sawyer glared "Aw, well guess what babyface? I am" He kept walking.

"Where's my daddy?" She said loudly stomping her foot.

Sawyer kept walking. Jenny followed him all the way back to the beach, and right up to his tent. He plonked himself down and pulled out his book.

Jenny stood there, quiet as a mouse, while he proceeded to read the remaining half of the book.

Sawyer gave up "What do you want?" He shouted.

Jenny smiled shyly. "I'm thirsty Pa"

Saywer raised his eyebrows. " Aw Hell, I aint ya pa!"

Jenny didn't seem dettered and instead ran up and put her arms around him, abandoning her teddy bear and hugging Sawyers legs.

Kate wandered by and laughed to herself at the site of Jenny and Sawyer. "Oh Sawyer? I thought you said you and I had a connection...Glad to see you've moved on"

Sawyer was smoking. "Get off me!" He proceeded to call out a variety of unpleasent words, and with each one Jenny's eyes grew considerably larger.

Then she burst into tears. This wasn't soft tears, oh no. This was a tantrum. Screaming she flung her arms and legs everywhere, alerting everyone in the camp.

People started to head in her general direction. "Shit" Sawyer mumbled, kneeling down and trying desperatly to hush her. "It's ok. I'm sorry. Ok, I'll be ya pa, just stop crying!" Jenny stopped, blinked a few times and then flung her arms around his kneck. "Pa" She mumbled.

Sawyer scratched his head, groaned and peeled her off him. "Yeah yeah, good. Why don't ya go to sleep or somethin'" Jenny nodded and lay down right where she was and closed her eyes. Sawyer sat down wondering how he'd gotten himself into this. Jenny opened one eye and smiled, before closing her eye again.

Well what do you all think? This was written for a friend of mine, Kimmi, one of my two muses. Should I continue this?