Title: Hiatus My Hiney!

Rating:NC-17 (Just in Case)

Summary: I can't wait until January 11th until the next new lost episode. I am taking the next six weeks and writing my own episodes until the new ones start. Instead of episodes, there will be chapters. I have no clue whats going to be happening in these real episodes, but will try my best to do the show justice. I am also trying to be unbiased, but as you know it can be hard sometimes. But, please enjoy and I hope this keeps your Lost withdrawl at bay, like I hope it will do for me. This starts right where Episode 9 left off. And please, I am a Feedback Whre! Tell me what you think!

Warnings: May be a little language, violence, sexuality, angst. You know, the fun stuff.

Status of Fic: Work In Progress

Disclaimer:I do not own the characters in this story, nor do I own any rights to the television show "Lost". They were created by JJ Abrams and Damon Lindelof and they belong to them, Touchstone, and ABC.

Chapter 1 : Taking Care Of Sawyer

"You know that horse, Freckles?" Sawyer asked, with a hint of humor in his voice.

"Yeah, I do, " she said turning back towards him, with a smile on her face. She looked at him, he really was a mess. "Come on," she said, walking over to him. She got over on his good side, putting an arm around his waist to keep him steady, "Let's go get you cleaned up."

"Whatcha tryin' to say, Freckles?" he asked, giving her a lopsided grin, "Am I a dirty boy?" She smiled at him. Oh yeah, he's gonna be fine, she thought. They made their way into the hatch, pulling the door closed behind them.

Sawyer was hurting, but he was putting up a brave front for Kate. He glanced at her, out of the corner of his eye. Seemed like Freckles really did care about him. She led them back to the bedroom. "Here," Kate said, helping to lower him into the chair, the chair she had sat and watched over him in.

She sat down on the bed across from him. She just looked at him, in awe that he was okay, here and safe with her. "Like what you see, Freckles?" he smirked, same old Sawyer. There was something different about him though, a light, almost happy tone to him. He had returned from the brink of death. Maybe that made him realize how much he actually had, no matter how little it was.

"No, actually I think we can do better," she said with a smile.

"Adding insult to injury, are we?" he smirked, damn he liked the way she was lookin' at him. Like he was her present on Christmas morning. "So what you plan on doin' bout it, then?" he asked, raising his eyebrows.

"Well, first, a shower. Then how bout a hair cut and a shave?" she was concerned for him. He was in pain and being dirty and unkempt probably wasn't making him feel any better.

Sawyer could have said some pretty crude things about the shower. Like, 'As long as you're gonna be the one washin' me, Freckles' or 'Golly, I wondered how long it'd take you to get me naked'. "That sounds nice," he said instead, touched by her actions. For once Sawyer decided to behave. Hell, it was gonna be hard, but Kate deserved it, if just for one day.

"I'll be right back," Kate told him, making her way to the medicine cabinet. She pulled out some pills Jack told her were painkillers, one would dull the pain, two would knock him out. "Here," she said, coming back with a glass of water and one pill. She handed him the pill.

"What's this?" he asked, feigning suspicion.

"It'll help ease the pain," she said, crouching down next to him. He popped it in his mouth and Kate held the glass up to his lips. He took a drink and then put his hand over Kate's on the glass, lowering it. She sat the glass down.

Their eyes met and neither one seemed to be able to look away. Sawyer, almost surprised about Kate's caring actions. Kate, surprised Sawyer was letting her fawn over him.

Kate was slowing hovering closer to Sawyer. Her hand gently coming up to cup his cheek, slowly rubbing her thumb back and forth across it.

Sawyer closed his eyes momentarily, enjoying the feel of her hand on him, a touch her had wanted to feel for so long. One of caring and compassion, not a forced, blackmailed touch, but a real one. One Kate had wanted too.

Kate wanted to tell him everything. How she had felt when she couldn't find him before the raft launched, how she had tried to find him. How she almost cried when Sun told her about the bottle that had washed up to shore. And the feeling she had when she saw Eko, carrying Sawyer's limp body. She wanted him to hold her and tell her everything was going to be all right. She wanted to cry and scream and seek solace in knowing he was right there with her. She wanted to burst letting it all go, but not wanting to make him suffer any stress at the moment. There would be time to confess all later. She knew they should focus on him now.

She did feel a little selfish, she was thinking about how much she wanted him to kiss her right now. How close they were, how she needed his contact.

Sawyer wanted Kate to close the gap faster. She was moving towards him, but at a torturously slow pace. As much as he wanted to reach out and capture her lips in his, he wanted her to make the first move, to make sure it's what she wanted too.

The gap between the two was closing in, only a few inches now, when the alarm rang out from the other room, viciously ripping them out of their trace.

Kate pulled away and Sawyer grimaced, squeezing his eyes shut from disappointment. Whatever the hell was making that noise Sawyer was going to take care of as soon as he got better. Kate thought she should just let the damn alarm go off and not press the button, see what happened. No, she was responsible for her and Sawyer and she wasn't about to take a risk like that.

"I'll be right back," Kate said on her way to the door, "Then we'll see about that shower."

Sawyer sighed, watching Kate walk out of the room. "Shower, huh?" he whispered to himself, "I hope she knows I'm gonna need a lot of help." He smirked at the thought. "Hurry back, Freckles," he called after her. A shower sounded better every second he thought of it.