"It hurts." Sawyer growled. He was looking at her with a feral look. She supposed it was meant to be fierce but the effect was lost due to the fact he was holding his arm and whining like a child.
"James!" Kate tried it out with a smirk.
"Don't call me that." He turned his arm away from her.
"I'm not going to stop calling you that until you let me clean and re-bandage your arm. Some con you are." Kate grabbed his arm.
Reluctantly Sawyer obliged, complaining the whole time
Kate finished up with a look of triumph. "That wasn't so bad was it? Do you want a lollipop?"
"Excuse me for complaining about the whole gunshot wound in my arm!"
"You're welcome." Kate said standing up and throwing a pillow at him. She turned around and started to walk away but suddenly felt herself being knocked to the ground.
Sawyer had her pinned down, and he was grinning triumphantly. Kate could have easily gotten up, he was really only using one arm but she couldn't say she really minded the situation.
"You mind?" She asked looking up at him.
"Not at all Sweetcheeks." His dimples were showing.
"You still need a haircut." Kate stated, he was looking down at her and she could barely see his face.
Sawyer let go of her and sat back on the floor. "I'll do it myself."
Kate sat up. "You'll mess it up."
"I've cut my hair before."
"That doesn't mean it looked good. And when's the last time you cut your hair with only one arm?" Kate went and got the scissors.
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Kate decided the best place to cut his hair would be outside; she chose a spot right where the dirt met the sand and brought out a chair. She brushed his hair down and stood back making sure it was all flat. "Hold still."
Sawyer shook his head like a wet dog causing his hair to fly everywhere, and it once again looked like it had been attacked my a lawn mower.
Kate hit the back of his head. "Would you stop?" She said brushing his hair again. "Now don't move." She prayed he wouldn't move.
Sawyer didn't. He was blowing on a piece of stray hair seeing how long he could get it to stay up. "Ouch!" He yelled, jerking as Kate brushed out a knot.
"Sorry." She muttered smiling and not sounding at all apologetic. She started cutting his hair in silence.
"I'm bored." Sawyer turned to look at her just as she was about to cut.
Kate sighed exasperated. "This would go a lot faster if you would just hold still."
Sawyer put his head back where it was; he was clearly amused by the fact that he had her so annoyed. He decided to stay still for a while however. He didn't want her cutting off his ear.
"You have really bad split ends." Kate commented.
"Sorry there wasn't a lot of conditioner, in the middle of the jungle, we had some on the raft, you know the necessities but the shark took it. He said his wife had sent him out for some."
"I was just trying to make small talk."
"Oh." Sawyer was silent for a while. He seemed to be thinking, every once in a while a smirk would appear on his face. He waited until Kate moved to the side of his head to cut before he said anything again. Looking over and her he smiled, attempting to look as sincere as possible. "Nice shirt."
Kate stopped mid cut and looked at him questioningly. Sawyer didn't do things like compliment people. "Oh, um, Thanks."
Sawyer looked like he could barely contain himself, his eyes were dancing. Kate knew something was up but she had no idea what. With Sawyer it could have been anything.
"Think I can talk you out of it." He said suddenly very serious.
Kate rolled her eyes but couldn't help smiling. That was more like it.
Sawyer was grinning again and Kate knew something was coming. "You know, it would look better on the floor."
"Would you stop?" Kate laughed; secretly thrilled he was in a good mood.
"Just trying to make small talk." He was obviously pleased with himself. He glanced at her out of the corner of his eyes again when he got no response. "Are you almost done?"
"Why? You have somewhere to be?" Kate stood back and then cut a bit more.
"Yeah." He yawned, looking almost like a little kid.
Kate couldn't help herself. She laughed. "I bet you were a cute kid."
Sawyer looked at her like she'd just turned purple. No one asked him about when he was a kid.
Kate knew she'd struck something, and she hoped she hadn't pushed to far; she didn't want to make him mad, not when he was happy. She shouldn't have asked about when he was a kid.
She stood back examining her work. She racked her brain for something to keep him for falling into the bad mood she could see him moving into. "Hey Sawyer." She asked biting her lip.
"Yeah?" He looked at her. 'Great.' He thought. She was going to ask him about when he was a kid. He was a little annoyed but she sure as hell looked cut biting her lip like that.
"Nice pants." She said catching Sawyer off guard.
Sawyer laughed, relieved, even a little amused, "Are you going to try to talk me out of them Freckles?"
Kate was almost glowing. It wasn't often the two of them could both be happy and laugh together. It reminded her of the time at the waterfall.
"Maybe I am." She said causing him to raise an eyebrow. "You sure do look nice with your new haircut."
"Well hell, want to see my place then?" Sawyer was actually in a good mood, which was odd for him. It was weird; there was nothing for him to worry about in this moment, no need to watch his back.
"That's alright." Kate laughed. She put the scissors in her back and laid down in the grass closing her eyes to keep the sun out. A few moments later she felt Sawyer beside her. After a minute of so of this, Kate laying with her eyes closed and Sawyer sitting and looking at her, Kate opened one eye.
"Truth or dare." She said re-closing her eyes.
Sawyer lay down beside her. "Truth."
"You've really never been in love?" Kate asked, hoping that maybe she could get something out of him, she figured now was as good a time as she would ever find. But he was silent for a while making her think she'd gone to far again.
Eventually he did answer. "When we played 'I never' I wasn't lying."
Kate was a little disappointed. His answer didn't clear anything up, but if verb tenses were to be trusted he might just be in love with her. But she didn't believe it really; she was probably just over thinking this. He wasn't in love, he wasn't sending her a secret message in his words, he was just weird
She felt Sawyer move and turned propping herself on her elbow. Opening her eyes she saw he was looking at her. He had a look in his eyes that she'd never seen before. With the simple motion of pushing his hair out of his face Kate invited him to talk.
"You really think that you will be arrested if we're rescued?"
Kate nodded. "Probably. But maybe we won't be rescued."
"Yeah maybe. There ain't anything important in the real world that we don't have here." Sawyer was lazily picking at the grass and avoiding eye contact at all costs.
Kate wanted to put her hand on his arm, hold him, just touch him, to have him reassure her that she was safe. She wanted to tell him all kinds of things. But she didn't. Instead she just laid back again.
Sawyer watched her. She was gorgeous. He could look at her for hours, she was the kind of girl men loved to watch sleep. She looked so helpless, like she needed someone to watch over her and protect her. It made him feel like she meant something in her life; he was her protector.
He wished he could protect her, he wanted to. He had never wanted to protect anyone since his mom died. He briefly wondered if his mom would have liked Kate, but as soon as the thought registered with him he pushed it out of his mind. That was just a little to sentiment and official for Sawyer.
She had fallen asleep. Her chest was slowing rising and falling methodically. He found himself mesmerized and shook his head to get back to the real world, where his thoughts turned to her again. What if they were rescued? His heart ached at the thought of her being lead away in handcuffs. Whatever she did it couldn't have been that bad, not enough to take her freedom. The thought of her confined, locked up was awful. That would kill her.
He was saving her. She was locked up and he came along taking the keys from the prison guard who had fallen asleep, just like the men he watched in his beloved western movies.
"Hurry we have to go." He whispered as he opened the cell door for her, being as quiet as possible so he didn't wake up the guard.
She ran to him and kissed him gratefully, but no, there wasn't time for that. He grabbed her hand and led her out of the building. "There's my car." He whispered as they opened the door. "We're going to be okay."
"Sawyer. Sawyer wake up." Kate was shaking him.
It was darker outside now, the sun had moved behind the mountains. He yawned.
"We fell asleep." She said as he sat up.
Sawyer pulled a piece of grass out of her hair. She smiled at him and he smiled back.