Sawyer sat at the opening of his tent. A book in his hand and his glasses in the other. Although he tried to concentrate on reading he couldn't. The reason being he was worried about Kate. He had gone looking for her but he could find no trace of her.

Sawyer tried to look back at the book but once again found himself staring at the path which led into the jungle.

"Don't worry, she'll be back,"

Sawyer turned around to find Jack standing beside him looking into the jungle.

"I wasn't worried, I just feel like some company and who better to supply that than good old Freckles,"

Jack faced him and gave him a reproachful look. He knew Sawyer was lying and that he really did care about if Kate would come back or not. To tell you the truth, Jack was actually worried about her aswell.

"Have you been taking your meds?"

Sawyer nodded and Jack walked off. Sawyer didn't even think about Jack again. All he thought about was Kate.

Kate woke up at the foot of a tree in the middle of no where. She lazily opened her eyes and peered out at the scenery. It was definantly night.

How long have I been out for?

Her head was pounding and has she put her hand up to it, she felt the wet feel of blood. As she pulled her hand back she realised it was covered in blood. She began to panic.

Who hit me?

She wanted to get back to the camp but felt very unsteady. Suddenly she heard a voice, calling her name.

"Kate!"

It couldn't be, could it?

"Kate, where are you?"

Yes, it was. Kate watched as Sawyer came around the tree and spotted her sitting there, covered in blood. His eyes widened in shock.

"Freckles, are you alright?"

Kate looked away; she hated him, of all people to find her. Why had he been the one to find her?

Sawyer bent down to help her up. He slowly held her against his chest but her legs were too unsteady so he gently picked her up.

Kate's head hurt so much. She laid it against Sawyer's chest and felt herself fall asleep to the soft thump of his heart

Kate woke up to the sound of people arguing.

"Who do you think did it?" came the voice of Sun.

"I don't know," answered Jack.

Then sawyer said sounding offended, "Don't look at me!"

Kate opened her eyes, she felt a lot better than before. She saw Jack leaning over her and Sun right behind him. Sawyer was sitting over to the side a bit.

She could feel their piercing eyes staring at her as if she was an animal in a zoo.

"Hey Kate, how ya feeling'?"

"Fine thanks Jack,"

"It's really thanks to Sun that you feel so good, she made a mixture to put on that wound you got,"

Kate knew jack thought she out looking for Michael, trying to make things alright between them. She felt as if he thought she loved him, like he was getting a bit too cocky.

"I wasn't looking for Michael,"

She crawled out of the tent and knew all three of her companions were following.

"Kate, you need to rest,"

"I'm fine thanks Jack,"

"You just got a major wound on your head,"

"And I'm walking aren't I,"

Kate turned to face them. Sawyer was coming behind them all slowly. A look on his face that he normally wore.

"Kate-"

"No Jack, I'm fine,"

Kate turned towards the ocean and headed down the beach. She felt strange, as if someone had made her angry when they really hadn't.

"Nice goin doc," said Sawyer turning and heading to his tent.

Sun gave Kate a suspicious glance and headed back towards her tent. But Jack just grunted and headed back to the caves. He felt a strange twinge in his gut as he turned away from Kate. He really wanted to race after her but he didn't want his heart broken again. Not like last time. So he followed his head, not his heart.

Kate sat in the sand once again. On the sand she called her home. Waiting, waiting for the mysterious attacker to come back.

She stared at the night sky. How clear the stars were tonight.

If I could count all the stars in the sky, double them and double that again, even that is not how much I miss you Tom.

She reached into her jean pockets but realised something. The plane was gone...