Disclaimer: Don't own them, which is good cause I might just kill off Sawyer (jk)

A/N: I am really sorry it's been such a long time. There was some personal stuff going on, plus I wasn't really motivated to write after I saw what an ass Sawyer was (I'm working on understanding, the writers just picked a REALLY bad time to make him bad!). Anyways, I have all week off school, so I'll hopefully be posting almost everyday till its done.

Kate eyes let go all the tears she was holding and they flowed freely down her face. She had wanted to tell him, herself.

"You best leave it alone, Hillbilly, "Sawyer glared up at the man.

Santa just laughed him off, "She told you that you reminded her of Wayne. But you don't know who Wayne is do you?"

Kate's eyes pleaded with Santa not to continue. Finally she caught his eye, a slow smile dancing across his face.

"Wayne was her father," he paused to let it sink in. "He's the reason she's a fugitive. She killed him." He knocked on the door and then looked directly at Kate. "Funny isn't it, Kate? No matter how hard you try, you'll never end up with anything good.

Two men came into the room, unhooked Sawyer and dragged him out of the room. He never even looked back at Kate. His face had gone back to being unreadable. She wanted to call after him but she couldn't think of anything to say.

Santa followed them out, without a look at Kate. What right did he have to judge her, she thought. She knew what these people were capable of. What she had done was nothing in comparison.

But what did Sawyer think?

Kate fell asleep after waiting for what seemed like hours for someone to come talk to her. She awoke when she heard the door open slowly, allowing in light from the hall, Kate's eyes immediately opened and she strained to see what was outside. At first she didn't see anything and then she heard a sound.

"Mr. Sawyer?"

Kate heart started pounding faster. That was Walt's voice, there was no mistaking it.

"What did…what happened?" His voice got softer towards the end, as if he was being taken away.

What she saw next she couldn't believe, Sawyer walked past the room, glancing in only for a second, a clear guilty look on his face. No one was holding him, no one was following him. Why didn't he come get her, if he'd escaped why didn't he take her? Before Kate could think about it for too long, Santa walked into the room and closed the door behind him.

He shook his head at her, a small pitying grin on his face, "You do have bad taste in men, Ms. Austin."

Kate eyed him suspiciously. What she'd just seen wasn't true it was just some sort of trick.

"It seems that he's decided to make a deal with us." He paused for a second, almost looking sorry for her, "Unfortunately it's at your expense."

Kate rolled her eyes, smiling, "Do you think I'm an idiot? Do you think I'd believe you?"

"I guess trusting people turned out to be a bad thing for you."

Kate's rationality tried to argue against him but she couldn't. Truthfully, she knew Sawyer, she knew his instincts. She also knew her history, she'd never been able to trust anyone before, what made now any different?

A/N: I know this is short but I wanted to get something out. I promise to write more tomorrow.