Notes: Thanks everyone for the reviews! So I'm thinking this will be about a 5 or 6 chapter story and I'm going to try to update every couple of days.

Disclaimer: Don't own lost, wish I did or more to the point, Sawyer.

"Sawyer, wake up."

Sawyer shook his head, forcing his eyes to open but the pain in his head shut them back up.

"Sawyer, wake up!" Kate yelled.

Sawyer dragged his eyes apart to find the most beautiful thing staring back at him. "Hey ya Freckles." Kate frowned at him and a second later he realized why. "What the hell?"

They were in a small room, the only light coming from a bulb above their heads. Kate had already inspected it, the walls were steel, the floor concrete and there was no door, only a small hatch in the ceiling.

Sawyer stood up, instantly his thoughts went to 'the others'. They had put them in here but for what?

"Lift me up," Kate motioned to the hatch, then remembering Sawyer's shoulder. "Um, just kneel down and I'll climb on your shoulder."

Sawyer smirked at her, "You know sweetheart, I can lift you. You're probably a hundred pounds soaking wet."

Kate glared at him, "You know if wasn't for you we wouldn't be in the situation." She knew as soon as the words came out that they weren't true.

Sawyer came dangerously close to her, staring her down, his voice low, "Excuse me but it wasn't like I was forcing you to do anything."

Kate clenched her lips closed and forced her self to take a deep breath. "This isn't doing us any good standing here arguing."

Sawyer knelt down giving her his knee to stand on, "I wasn't the one that brought it up," he said under his breath.

Kate ignored him and climbed up on his knee, then his good shoulder using the wall for balance.

"You are a monkey."

Kate pushed on the hatch put it didn't move, she tried again but it wasn't going anywhere. "Dammit." She jumped back down to the floor, "Now what."

Kate and Sawyer both searched the room over, looking for anything. Sawyer was about to give up when he saw Kate rush over to the corner. She was trying to pry open some sort of circular plate in the plate.

"How are you feeling?" Kate asked while she tried to open the plate.

"Sorry?"

Kate stopped what she was doing and turned to look at him, smiling. "You were drunk, weren't you?"

Sawyer suddenly remembered the night before, a smile almost crossing his lips. The way she felt against him, the kiss, it was better than the time before, for sure. It was actually better than anytime before. "Naw, I can hold my liquor pretty good." He was pretty sure it wasn't the liquor that made him kiss her.

Kate had returned to her work, so she was able to hide the smile on her face. She definitely didn't want to think about how that kiss, how he made her feel but she knew it was good. She was about to make some smart remark about his singing when a loud sound came over the room.

"What in the hell's that?"

Kate backed up to stand by Sawyer, searching the room. It was a chugging sound. Kate looked at Sawyer, who reflected her concern. Seconds later the small circular plate slide up into the wall and water came rushing into the room.

"Oh my god," Kate breathed.

They both lunged towards the pipe, trying to get the plate to come back down but it had disappeared. Kate started to undo Sawyer's shirt, knowing he still had problems doing it himself. Her eyes dared him to comment but he didn't, she then stuck it into the pipe. It held for a second but the force of the water pushed it away.

Kate stood up, hands on hips, trying desperately not to panic. The water was freezing and the small room was filling quickly. "One…two-"

"Freckles, what are ya doing?

Kate opened her eyes, to find Sawyer looking at her. His eyes were filled with fear, although he was trying his best to hide it. "I'm not sure how to get out of this," she tried not to let tears reach her eyes but they did anyways.

"Hey," Sawyer reached out and pulled her into his arms, even though he was probably more scared than her. "Whoever put us in here, can't mean to kill us. I'd be easier to just shoot us."

Kate looked up at him, smiling, "Maybe we're being put up for ransom, that's usually how these things work in the movies," she said jokingly.

Sawyer smiled back at her, holding her tighter to him, rubbing his hands up and down her arms. The freezing water had risen to their knees and Sawyer tried his best not to panic. The room was small, it wouldn't take long to fill. This was all his fault. Although he wouldn't admit, if he had been doing his job, they wouldn't be in this mess.

"Sawyer, this isn't your fault," she said, reading his mind. He raised his head up from hers to look her in the eyes. "You were right, there was two of us."

Sawyer raised his hand to her face and said something to her that he'd never said to anyone, "I'm sorry."

Kate couldn't stop the tears that came to her eyes, leaning her face into his hand. "Me too." She suddenly regretted all the time she had, had with him and not doing anything about it. She reflected back on the night after she'd seen the horse.

"You need to get some sleep," Kate told Sawyer helping him back to bed.

Sawyer laughed, "Have you looked in the mirror lately?"

Kate ignored him as she helped him out of his shirt and put him into bed. Obviously she knew she needed sleep but at the same time, she refused to take her eyes off Sawyer. She was afraid he'd go away again.

"What you're not going to help me out of my pants?" He smiled coyly.

Kate rolled her eyes and tried to hide a smile as she undid the belt buckle and pulled his jeans off, careful to keep her eyes on his chest and not his-

"Why don't you crawl in here, I'll help you sleep," there was a smile on his face but Kate could see his eyes were serious.

Kate hated to admit that part of her wanted to, it would be so easy to just crawl in with him, just for one night but she was well aware that nothing like that was easy.

"Get into bed Sawyer." She pulled the covers over him and moved to sit back into her chair.

"I'll make you a deal," he said in all seriousness. "If you get some sleep, I'll stay in bed and when you wake up, I'll let you cut my hair." He smiled at the last part.

Kate thought it over a second and climbed up to the top bunk. "Good-night Sawyer," she said flatly.

After a few seconds she heard him whisper, "Good-night Kate."

Kate looked back up at Sawyer, who was trying to keep his teeth from chattering. "Sorry I got your shirt wet."

Sawyer waited a second then said, "Well, you should give me yours." In truth he was glad he'd lost his shirt, he much preferred feeling Kate against his naked chest. He could ignore his own discomfort but every time he felt her shiver sent pangs through him. The water was almost to her waist and all she was wearing was a flimsy tank top.

He had to get her out of here, no matter what happened to him.