Author's Note: Sorry this took so long, school takes up some much time! Haha, what a good episode thought his week! Although I do have some mixed feelings about it…Did you see Sawyer kiss her on the head? WooHoo!

Disclaimer: I don't own Sawyer, Kate or Lost, I only pay homage to the great, almighty JJ Abrams.

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Sometime while they were asleep, someone had brought in food and fresh clothes, although calling them that was taking some liberties.

"Spared no expense," Sawyer muttered as he slipped on pants covered in dry mud and a t-shirt that had more holes than any of his island shirts combined. Kate's clothes held the same fate, although in his opinion, Kate made a paper bag look good.

"What?" Kate rolled her eyes when she looked at him, seeing his grin. "It's not like we're going to a beauty contest."

Sawyer kept on smiling, that is until his eyes looked at the food. "Great, my favorite. Gruel," He replied sarcastically.

Kate inspected the bowl with her spoon, "It's probably drugged." She put her bowl down and returned to the bed, curling her legs under her. "Sawyer…" He moved over to the bed, sitting beside her. "…I don't think these people are kidding around. I think we're in more trouble than we think."

Sawyer took a deep breath, he wanted to say something or do something, to make her feel better but he'd never been one to do that, never wanted to. Words weren't his thing. So he kissed her lightly on the forehead and wrapped his arms around her.

Moments later the cement door opened and in walked Santa, several men following behind him. "Time to go," the cheerfulness gone from his voice, replaced only with darkness.

Sawyer stood up first, his face serious, "What do you want with us?"

Santa didn't respond for a moment, as if he was pondering Kate and Sawyer. "We only want to ask you some questions." Then he motioned for the other men to come forward.

Sawyer instinctively stepped in front of Kate, "Let her go. You can do to me whatever you want," his face was dark but his eyes were pleading.

A slow grin slowly spread across Santa's face, "That's what I was hoping you'd say." He turned to the other men, "Put them in separate rooms."

As the men turned to reach for the couple, Sawyer quickly grabbed Kate and kissed her. Kate ran her hands over his face, willing herself to memorize his features, "Don't listen to anything they tell you."

With that they were torn away from each other, Kate was dragged out of the room and down the hallway, Santa following, leaving Sawyer alone with two men. Not soon after, another man appeared in the room.

"You and I seem to have unfinished business," the man said to Sawyer.

Sawyer only smirked at him, "Zeke, you got no idea."

Sawyer barely felt the large man's fist crashing into his face, before everything went dark.

Kate was lead into a dark room, with only a chair and a lone light bulb hanging from the ceiling. She was strapped into the chair, her arms uncomfortably tied behind the chair. After the men were done, they left the room, closing the door behind her, leaving her alone.

She quickly started to work against her binds, to no avail but it didn't stop her from trying. Feeling anxiety start to raise in her chest, she stopped and started counting, slowing her breathing. When she was done she started again, her muscles were more relaxed and the ropes loosed a bit. Closing her eyes she concentrated on the binds, trying not to get frustrated when it didn't work.

After a few minutes and no luck for Kate, a lanky man dressed in a white lab coat walked in, a clipboard in his hand. "Ms. Austin, how are you feeling?" Kate didn't answer him. "We have no intentions of harming you or Mr. Ford, as long as you cooperate."

Kate at first couldn't figure out who he was talking about, then it dawned on her that they were talking about Sawyer. James Ford. She almost smiled. "How do you know our names?"

The skinny man shifted his glasses, his eyes not leaving the clipboard. "We know all about you. Now if we could get back to the questions. Do you feel guilty for killing your father?"

Kate looked at him dumbfounded, first because she couldn't figure out how he knew that and secondly, what the hell kind of question was that?

The man was starting to get impatient with her, "Ms. Austin, answer the question."

"Screw you."

The clipboard slapped painfully across her face, causing her lip to get cut by her teeth.

Kate glared up at the man, "Maybe you didn't hear me correctly..."

The man ignored her and walked to the wall, Kate realized there was some kind of intercom. "She isn't cooperating."

Moments later, a man walked into the room, carrying some sort of electronic apparatus. He started to attach, what Kate thought were electrodes, all over her body and then handed the man in the white coat a box, before leaving the room.

"Answer."

Kate was scared but she couldn't answer him, she had no idea what kind of answer he wanted. She also wasn't sure she knew the answer to the question. If only she could get herself untied…

Seconds later she felt an immense pain surge through her body. And every time after he'd ask her, she'd feel it again. After awhile she couldn't even think, tears were running down her face but she felt nothing, she wasn't even sure she could talk even if she wanted to.

The man in the white coat suddenly stopped, taking off his glasses and rubbing his forehead. Then he looked up at her, smiling. Once again he walked over to the intercom, "Shoot him."

That, Kate heard loud and clear, "No!"

"Hold on," he said into the intercom. "Will you answer?" Kate could only nod her head. "Never mind," he said back into the intercom.

Tears ran down her face, "No. No, I don't feel guilty anymore."