A/N: Hey there. I know this chapter's pretty dang short, but it was originally part of one big chapter, that I felt would be better split up. So...here we go.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Lost. It is the creation of J.J. Abrams and Damon Lindelof. I'm just trying to have a little bit of fun with the story they've given us.

Chapter Three- Explanations

Over the course of the next few days, Kate could see that staying in one place for so long didn't suit Sawyer. He'd spent the past four days in his make-shift bed, on strict orders not to leave it, and had been antsy beyond reason. Then again, Kate mused, she would have been the same way. Only much, much worse. It seemed that neither one of them were used to staying in the same place for too long.

"Sawyer!" Kate exclaimed one night, with obvious irritation. "Would you stay still for just one minute? You're driving me insane!"

"You're talking to me about sitting still?" he asked disbelievingly. "Freckles, you're worse than I am! Ever since we got to this god damn island you've been running around, always off on some new adventure. You wanna tell me why that is?"

Kate looked away. She didn't want to talk about that right now. "I'm not answering that."

"And why the hell not?" Sawyer exclaimed. "You never want to tell me anything, Kate!" His use of her real name did not go by unnoticed by her. "I've nearly told you my whole god damn history, and you've told me nothing!"

"You want me to answer your question, Sawyer?" Kate asked fiercely. "Fine. But don't expect me to tell you my whole history because it's just not going to happen, alright?"

Sawyer didn't reply. He just stared at her, waiting.

Kate drew a deep breath, "I'm just not used to this. I can't stay in one place. I can't settle in. Before the marshal caught me, merely days before we arrived here, I was on the run for years. I'm used to moving around from place to place. Whenever a problem occurred, whenever something went wrong, I'd immediately run. It's just who I am. It's my instinct at everything to run away. I just can't settle in. I don't work that way. And here, trapped on this island, there's no where for me to run. I'm trapped."

They were both silent for a few moments. After what seemed like an eternity, Sawyer spoke. "You and I got more in common that you think, Sweetheart," he said gruffly. She looked at him questioningly, until he explained, "I don't settle in either, usually. Don't like to get attached. I'd come to a city for a job, get the money, and get out. New city, new job, then out. Never in the same place for more than a month."

Kate nodded. "Settling in is what got me in the end," she admitted. "I stayed with this guy, Ray, for three months. He was good guy, but I never should have stayed so long. I had had every intention on leaving the moment I arrived, but I didn't. He offered me a place to stay. And I accepted. I stayed with him for nearly three months. He took me in, out of the kindness of his heart and gave me some work and a place to stay. I let myself get too comfortable, and I stayed. Then, one day, he saw my picture at the post office. He saw that there was a $23,000 reward for me. And Ray had a hell of a mortgage, so he turned me in. That's when the marshal got me." Kate let out a deep sigh.

"That why you so afraid to settle in?" Sawyer asked cautiously.

"Probably," Kaye replied distantly, lost in thought.

Sawyer nodded. He was really glad that Kate had told him, even if it was just a tiny bit, about her past, about what her life had been like before they had crashed on the god-forsaken island. The pair were silent for a long time, Kate's head now resting against the side of Sawyer's "bed." It took several more minutes fore Sawyer to realize that Kate had fallen asleep.

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