Hi guys, I present you the first chapter of my fic. Let me know if you like it.
Sorry if there are mistakes, cause english is not my first language. Hope you enjoy it.

Title: Let me save you.
Skate, a little bit of Jate
Summary: What must happen to make them realise how much they mean to eachother... (After TLC)
Status: WIP
Time: Post TLC. There may be some S2 spoilers
Disclaimer: I don't own Lost, I don't own any characters but I wish I could own Sawyer... .

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Chapter 1

She was walking aimlessly through the beach admiring the beauty of the shimmering sea ... she let her thoughts wander, unaware of everything happening around her. There was only one thing on her mind at the moment.. Sawyer.. "Why did he do this to me?" she thought, feeling disappointed and.. yes, sad.

Because he cares, because he is afraid just like you are

She hated that inner voice, voice that said things she was afraid to admit to herself.
"You run, I con"… Kate knew it was a lie, that it was only an excuse to push her and everyone else away and even though she felt so angry, she understood him even too well. But then.. everything was starting to be almost normal, when he woke up after the illness and during the next few days they both seemed so happy together, he seemed so happy, she thought… but he didn't let her help him, although she could, although she was probably the only person in the whole world that could bring him back to light from his misery.

She didn't realize that her legs led her straight to his tent. He was sleeping on the ground, covered with a blanket from the hatch, looking so peaceful and quiet. Kate couldn't turn her stare away from him. She'd never seen him looking so calm before. Every time he was awake he was smiling, making some sarcastic remarks or just shouting at someone. And that sight of him, so innocent was new and that amazed her. She felt sudden urge to come closer and touch his cheek, feel his skin under her palm, gently kiss his forehead just as she did before, when he was unconscious.
Even thinking of it made her body shiver and that scared her so much that she turned around quickly, too quickly. She heard his breath hitch, then there was almost unnoticeable change in his breathing pattern behind her and before she could disappear from his view, he grabbed her wrist firmly.

"What were ya doing here Freckles? Came to tell me something or just to admire the view?"

She closed her eyes, still not wanting to face him, after a second or two she finally found strength in herself to look at him. He was not calm anymore, the expression on his face she had seen before disappeared. Once again Sawyer was a conman, sonovabitch that didn't care about anything but himself.

And you

"So sweetcheeks? Didn't answer my question.."

"I wanted to talk to you, but it can wait. I will come back later" After saying these words she turned and once again left his tent, but Sawyer didn't want to give up that easily. He jumped on his feet and for the second time this morning grabbed her wrist.

"We can talk now" His voice was soft and delicate and it made her panic because she couldn't think of anything that she could talk with him about.
"It's nothing important, let me go" Kate's skin was burning; it was too difficult for her to stand the heat of his look and the light touch of his hand.

"As you wish princess, but please do me a favor, don't come sniffing around here anymore. I don't like it when people wander around my stuff" Even as he was saying those words, Sawyer knew it was a mistake, there was a flicker of pain in her beautiful eyes but out of sudden it turned into rage.

"I don't want anything from you, I'm not like you Sawyer" Her voice was filled with anger now. But he was a conman and could see right through her. He understood that she was trying to hide how much his words hurt her. However he started that game and couldn't stop words that came into his lips. He hated every bit of his dark soul when the remark reached his mouth, but it was too late.

"You're just like me sweetheart, cold-blooded murderer, not caring about anyone, even on that damn island you couldn't stop playing your little games. You played with me, you played with doc, God I wouldn't be surprised if you even made out with Locke, I bet he has got something that you need"

Don't cry, don't let him see that he meant… still means anything to you.

She was calm, for a second he thought that she would just smile, that maybe he didn't fuck it all up after all, that maybe he still had a chance to win her back, but the hope faded when he looked at her face and met her stare, there was nothing in her eyes but coldness and hatred.
"Go to hell, Sawyer" With those words Kate turned around and walked into the jungle.She didn't look back. She couldn't. Because then he would see tears streaming slowly down her face.