She was cute. Long black hair pulled back from her pale skin. When she had turned her head he had caught a glimpse of her pale green eyes. She was tall but no too tall and she was slender with curves in all the right places.

He had watched as a couple of dumb asses had tried picking her up. He was still reeling from one pick up line. Some prick had actually asked her if she would help him understand the phrase 'down under' but the guy was thinking more in the sexual sense.

He had watched as she has finished off a couple Gin and Tonics. While is wasn't necessarily one to hit on a woman at a bar, especially one who looked as if she was drinking to get drunk, he found himself getting up from his small table in the corner and walking over to her.

He sat on a stool near and ordered himself another beer. He sat there patiently not knowing exactly why he was sitting there. Did he really want to talk to her?

"Names Sawyer. I couldn't help but overhear that you were an American." He said finally. He watched as she turned her attention to him. She smiled and he watched as she cast him a quick glance over.

"Hi. I'm Moira. Moira Bennet."

Sawyer opened his eyes. He was unsure of where he was at first but a quick glance around helped wipe some of the fog from his mind. The small group he was traveling in were all resting. Some were sleeping. He spotted Eko and that spit fire Ana off to the side talking quietly. He thought he noticed them shoot a glance in his direction.

He shifted his position slightly and groaned when his arm brushed up to roughly against a rock. Pain was good wasn't it? It meant that he still had feeling in his arm and that he wasn't going to loose it. He told himself that over and over again. He would be pissed if he made it through all the shit he had been through only to loose his fucking arm from a gun shot wound.

"How are you feeling?" He looked up at the black haired woman who turned out to be a kid doctor. "Wait. That's a dumb question I guess." She said. He smirked at her blush.

"That would be a fair assessment doc." He said. His memory came flooding back to him. And he peered at the woman closely. It couldn't be, could it?

"I know you." He said. She had quickly raised her eyes and stared at him for the briefest of moments. It was all he needed. The pale green eyes were a give away. "Moira Bennet. Gin and Tonic." He said. She smiled and then slowly nodded her head. The action made the scar on her cheek more visible.

She noticed him starring at it and her head ducked down bringing a curtain of hair to cover it. She pointed questioningly towards his wound and he nodded his head. He watched her as she slowly pulled the bandage away and look at his wound. He tore his eyes from her and looked at it himself.

"Damn. That is certainly going to leave a nasty little scar." He said and then mentally kicked himself.

"Yeah well we'd hate to mar your good looks wouldn't we?" Moira said through a clenched jaw. She proceeded to poke around the wound and when she pressed a little too heavily in one area causing him to yell out he couldn't help but wonder if she did it on purpose.

"Looks like you'll live." She said after putting the bandage back in place. When she went to rise and leave Sawyer grabbed her arm. She frowned and looked at him. He couldn't help but notice that her eyes seemed to be darker. Interesting he thought to him.

"Listen I'm…sorry about that. I didn't mean-"

"You didn't mean it. Got it. Don't worry about it." She said tersely. Sawyer sighed and when she pulled on her arm he reluctantly let go of it. He watched as she walked over to Ana and Eko.

"So why are you here?" Sawyer asked. Moira smiled and took a sip of the new drink he had gotten her. He watched as she pushed a lock of hair behind her ear.

"Well my brother and I came here together. My twin brother. We were actually born here but were adopted by an American couple when we were still babies." She paused. He motioned for her to continue. "Okay no laughing but we came here hoping we could find our birth parents." She said. He nodded his head.

"Why would I laugh about that?" He asked.

"Well most people laugh when I tell them that. They all then proceed to tell me that how most adopted people have such a difficult time finding their birth parents. I know what the chances are but still it's something that I – my brother and I – want to do." She said. She blushed slightly.

"Well sugar, I'm not like most people. I hope you find what you're looking for." He said. She smiled brightly.

"So your turn. Why are you here?" Sawyer paused. He looked ahead considering what to say.

"I'm looking for someone too actually. Someone who had an impact on my life." He said.

"Alright, let's get going." Ana said gaining the attention of everyone. She looked over at Sawyer. She had that smirk on her face that he was growing to hate very much. "Think you can manage to get a little further before you drop?" She asked. Sawyer smiled to keep himself from saying what he really wanted to say.

"Sugar I can go for as long as you want." He said pushing himself up.