Okay, hope you all like the two new chapters I put up. Chapters 12 and 13 are my favorite chapters after one that's coming up later on. I'll let you know when we get to it. So far on the lost forum where I've been posting this I'm up to Chapter 23 and still have a couple more to go. So you all have at least ten more chapters, and then some. Hope you guys enjoy these. Thank you everyone for the reviews. I like to hear what people think of my story.

Also meagan4dominic: Thank you for asking, but no I'm not going to do an my own version of Outlaws. It's funny, I thought of doing one before, but I just recently saw the episode and after seeing that I couldn't possibly do that. That episode was completely brilliant and I loved every minute of it. Couldn't possbily think of doing it. So no to that, but I'm very glad you and everyone else liked my version of WTCMB. Thanks again for reviewing.

CHAPTER 13

The cool air rippled over his skin as he walked away from the tent. He felt a slight sense of numbness inside of him as he did. Her words were still playing repeatedly inside his head. Not caring where he was going he walked down the beach past all of the fires still burning beside the slumbering people.

It was dark out still being the middle of the night. The farther away he got only a small amount of moonlight sprinkled over the ground. As he'd thought everyone would be asleep he was slightly surprised when he noticed someone sitting on the ground in the direction he was walking.

Part of him wanted to turn back. He wasn't really in the mood to talk with anyone, but for some reason he kept going. As he got closer he started to recognize the person. Shannon was sitting on the beach looking out at the ocean with her knees against her chest and her arms wrapped around her legs. She didn't seem to notice him as he came up.

"Couldn't sleep, Sticks?" He asked as he let himself down on the ground beside her.

She shook her head, but remained quiet. Not looking at him. Figuring she didn't want to talk Sawyer stayed quiet. That was fine with him. He didn't want to talk either. If he did start talking he felt as if everything inside of him would just start pouring out.

He was angry at Kate. And he didn't even really know why. He'd asked her a question. She'd answered it. That was what he'd wanted. He didn't know why he'd expected a different answer than the one she'd given. Part of him had just hoped that she'd say something else. Like him instead of the doc. That she'd trusted him enough to tell him, not Jack.

Another part of him wanted to believe she was lying. That she hadn't told him the truth. That part of him whispered quietly in his mind that she always lied her way out of hard situations or things she didn't want to answer. He wanted to believe that. Really wanted too, but he couldn't.

And then there was the part of him that had known what she was going to say before it had even left her mouth. The look on her face had let him know more than her words would ever do. It was like she had known the words were going to hurt him, but she knew she had to say them anyway.

"Don't you just hate your mind?" Shannon's softly spoken words snapped his attention away from his thoughts and onto her.

"What's that, Sticks?" He asked curiously.

"Don't you just hate your mind?" She repeated. "Sometimes there are things about your life you just want to forget about. And for a little while you do. But then your mind brings it back up. And it replays it over and over again." Shannon's voice was hushed. Quiet. "Until you just want to scream at it to stop. But it won't. It never does." Shannon finished up before slowly getting to her feet. "See you around, Sawyer." Then she was gone, leaving Sawyer to mull over her words.

He could feel the truth ringing behind her words. And the deep sadness there as well. Made him wonder what kind of skeletons Shannon had in her closet. Looking out over the ocean he could see just a tinge of light in the sky. It would still be a little while before morning though. He'd head back in a little bit. But for now, he was just going to sit here.

By the time he'd started back the sun was up and people were beginning to awaken. Reaching his tent he stopped dead in his tracks. She was inside sitting on the ground while she stared into space thinking deeply. As he looked at her all the emotions he thought he'd rid himself of as he walked came rushing back full force. He hadn't expected to find her still here.

As the sunlight played over her he clenched his fists together tightly. She looked so beautiful sitting there. For a moment he wished last night hadn't happened. That they both could just forget it had. Then her last words from last night replayed in his head again like they had been repeatedly and his anger returned. He guessed Sticks had been on to something after all.

She was starting to move. He watched as she got to her feet. Watched as her eyes were drawn towards him. She seemed to freeze when she saw him. Her eyes settled on his face as she moved toward him. She stopped in front of him and her mouth opened.

"Sawyer," She started hesitantly, "I…" He had to keep himself from flinching at hearing her voice. He didn't want to hear anything she had to say.

"Don't. Just go." His voice sounded flat and uncaring to his own ears.

His stomach twisted at the look on her face. She looked hurt by his words. He told himself he didn't care. She deserved it.

She was opening her mouth to speak again, but then she closed it. Her next move was unexpected as she leaned up and pressed her lips against his. An onslaught of feelings poured over him, overwhelming him to some extent.

He tried to stand firm and remain unresponsive, but the taste of her had still lingered after their first kiss. And tasting her again was too much to resist. Bringing his hands up, he rested them on her hips and pulled her tightly against him. He could feel every touch of her hands on him as they traveled upwards; burning into his skin as they wrapped around his neck.

When they finally broke apart he kicked himself mentally for losing his control and giving in. Staring over her he tried to regain his loss of breath. Painfully he tried to gather his resolve when all he really wanted to do was lose himself in her.

When he was finally able to speak he was in control of his voice. "I think you should leave, Freckles." He let his hands drop from her waist as he spoke.

Without looking at her he knew her face fell. Her voice was strong when she spoke a second later. "Yeah, you're probably right. I should go." He let his gaze move to her as she looked down at the ground and moved around him. She stopped a few feet away though. When she spoke again he could hear a slight catch in her voice. "I guess we both got what we wanted, huh? I got the airplane. You got your kiss. Guess we should be happy with what we got."

Then she was gone. Leaving him to scream inside that he hadn't got what he wanted. Not even close to it. Looking around his tent he thought it looked lonelier than usual. But that was okay, because he was used to being alone. Had been since he was eight, but now he felt even more so.

He wanted to go after her. To keep her from walking away from him. To show her that he was what she needed. No, he wasn't Jack. He didn't go around being everyone's savior and he wasn't a good person like Jack was. But he understood her more than anyone else would ever be able too. And she understood him.

But he wasn't going to. He wasn't going to go after her. He was going to stay where he was. Walking over to his chair he dropped down into it, right here.

After last night's sleepless night he drifted in and out of sleep. He awoke slowly mid afternoon to someone shaking his shoulder. Groaning softly he gradually came awake to find the kid, Walt, next to him.

"Hey mister." Walt said. "They told me to come get you."

"What the hell are you waking me up for, kid?" Sawyer growled. "Who told you what?"

"My dad and the rest. Everyone's gathering over at the caves. That girl Shannon. She's missing."