NOTE: I have only two things against That Michelle Rodriguez Girl... sorry, Ana-

1) Her name, but a) I really can't complain about that, and b), it's not exactly the same as mine, and even if it was... never mind, don't go there

2) She keeps trying to hit on Jack

Okay? So Ana is great when it comes to Sana, but if she tries anything with Jack, I've got a C2 against her.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Lost.

-STUCK WITH ME-
-BY WHENICOMEAROUND-
-CHAPTER TWO-

Ana kept to herself most of the time. Libby and Eko had convinced her not to go storming off into the jungle and kill herself, but not by much. The only thing that really kept Ana alive was Sawyer. It made her sick to admit it, but it was true. He was the only one who bothered to talk to her, to smile at her, to ask her if she was all right.

Sure, the doctor and Eko and Libby and Bernard and that fat guy- Hurley, was his name?- and the Australian lady with the baby had tried, but Ana had bitten their heads off for coming near her. She wanted to be alone. She wanted to brood over her thoughts, blame herself for that blond girl's death, blame herself for the death of her unborn child, blame herself for everything that had gone wrong.

Ana blamed herself for everything.

Ana was washing her face in the spring one day when all of a sudden she felt a hand on her back and she fell in the water. Furious, she surfaced and glared at the person who had pushed her in, spitting water as she spoke.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" she yelled at Sawyer.

He chuckled, then stripped down to his underwear and dove in.

Ana didn't feel like dealing with anyone at the moment, least of all the center of her problems, namely, Sawyer.

"Get out." she said. "OUT."

"It's a free river," said Sawyer.

"It's a spring." Ana pointed out.

"Whatever." said Sawyer. He dove under the water once more, surfaced, and blew the water out of his mouth. He wiped his face and looked at her. Ana wished he wouldn't. His eyes hurt to look at.

"Why so glum, cupcake?"

Ana made a noise halfway between a snort and a groan.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

Ana stood up and wrung out her hair. "Thanks a lot, Kansas. Now my shoes are all wet."

Sawyer gave her a sarcastic grin. "I'm from Tennessee."

"Whatever." said Ana, climbing out of the water. She realized Sawyer was staring at her.

"What are you looking at?" she said.

He didn't answer. Instead he said, "You married?"

"What?"

"Are you married?"

Ana sighed. "No."

Sawyer splashed his face with water. God, he had a nice chest. Ana said, "Are you married?"

"Nope."

"You gay?" said Ana before she could stop herself.

Sawyer chuckled. "Nope."

Ana scowled and left. She didn't feel like talking to him right now.

Lying on the beach that night, waiting for sleep to find her, Ana wondered why she felt anything for Sawyer at all. He was so incredibly... so...

What? So WHAT? Ana couldn't even answer her own question.

Why do I feel ANYTHING, Ana demanded of herself. Why do I like him?

That thought scared her.

He's such a jackass... but he's a hot jackass...

Is not.

He is too.

I do NOT like him.

Stop lying to yourself, Ana.

"I do NOT!" Ana exploded to the darkness all around her. Embarrassed even though she was alone, Ana closed her eyes.

"I hate you, Sawyer." she mumbled, then she rolled over and fell asleep.

How soon she would be eating her words.