Thankyou so much to all the people who left reviews! I honestly didn't think anyone would read it. It's an interesting topic I know, but since Kate is my favourite member of the show, I wondered what It would be like if she died and how others would react.

thanks to

Steamrolledharrypotter: for the wonderful review :-D

Hersheygal: I'm glad you liked it-I hope Kate doesn't die in the show either!

Katelilly: Thanks for the review, but I think Sawyer and Jack may change their ways...

InspiredByFaith: I'm glad you liked it, thanks for thr review

Enjoy the next chapter :-D


Chapter six

The funeral had been arranged for 11 o'clock the next day. Since early morning Sawyer had been on the beach. No one had gone up to him, as it was clear he wanted to be alone. Instead he just sat there, watching and listening to the crashing of the waves.

Jack on the other had gone the whole night trying to busy himself with anything he could find. Everyone was worried about him, as he was exhausted, but Jack wouldn't listen, he would have to get over it his own way.

It was a very solemn day, but the island didn't show it. The storm clouds from yesterday had gone, and the sky was a brilliant blue-it would have been a perfect day.

The grave had been dug the night before by Sawyer. He had refused help from everyone else, and so they had let him be.

Now Sawyer slowly walked towards the place were his Freckle's was going to buried. No one was there, it was too early to be gathering around it yet-only Sawyer was there, only Sawyer and Jack.

Neither said anything, just sat and waited for the others to come, the internal pain seemed to have numbed there senses to everything around them, and they hardly noticed when the first people arrived.

By 11 o'clock everyone who had been on the plane was there, and the children, all silent, all waiting.

It was Sayid and Locke who brought in her body.

She was on a makeshift stretcher they had built, wrapped in one of the tarps. Only her face was visible, deathly pale in the sunlight.

They lowered her so carefully in the grave, aware all eyes were on them, before hastily backing away, waiting for someone to say something.

But no one spoke. People looked to one another for guidance, looked around for someone to say something, anything. It was Sayid who volunteered himself.

"I knew Kate well," he said loudly. "We were good friends. She was brave, strong and smart…" his voice faltered a bit, before he surged on. "she always helped, and she never stopped trying." He slowly looked over all the crowd. "And that is why she died, because she wanted to help."

He motioned for Locke to now say something.

"I knew Kate well," Locke repeated. "A lot of us did. And a lot of other people just knew her for what we discovered she was," he locked eyes with Sawyer, "a fugitive." He paused. "But I never thought or Kate in that way, because regardless of what she did, Kate was a true hero-she died saving people. she died, because she was a good person, and that's what I'll remember kate for."

Charlie was next to talk, then Claire, and soon others had taken up the call. Finely the only two people who hadn't spoken, were Jack and Sawyer.

"Jack?" Sayid asked quietly, "do you want to say anything?" Jack looked up, he had been crying quietly throughout the ceremony, and there were so many things he wanted to say about Kate-how much he loved her, but he knew he could never do it justice, so he shook his head. No.

Sayid turned to Sawyer. He was looking at the ground, trying to compose himself, without a word; he slowly rose to his feet.

"You all know me," he said quietly. He sounded beat, numb, like her had somehow died himself. "Or at least you think you do." He turned around to face the crowd. "My name isn't Sawyer." He said, focusing on Locke for a moment. "It's James ford. Sawyer…Sawyer." He struggled for the words. But he felt it was important, he had to explain, freckle's would have wanted him to, so he had to do it.

"Sawyer was the man responsible for my parents death. You see he got my daddy mad, so he shot my mum, and then the son-of-a-bitch killed himself, all while I watched from under the bed."

He paused again. No on seemed to understand why he was telling this to them now, but they all knew, that somehow, it was important for him, and so Sawyer continued."After that, I was shipped from one place to another, and the whole time I wanted my revenge. So as the years passed I kept this letter, this one letter that was meant for him. I was gonna give it to him, right before I killed him-that's why I was in Australia. That's why I was on this damn flight"

He took a deep breath. "But when I was 19, I got into a spot of trouble, I needed money fast, so I became him. I became Sawyer." He gave a long pause, watching the reactions of the people around him.

"And that's why people have to hate me, because of who I became, because of who I am! But Freckle's." he chocked as he mentioned her name. "Freckle's, she worked out who I was. She knew I wasn't really Sawyer, and I guess that's why she liked me, cos maybe she could see the part of me that wasn't Sawyer," he shrugged, "but for some reason Freckle's liked me."

He kicked some sand with his feet. "She was always wondering who to pick." He said quietly, "because there was the good ol' doc." Jack, who had been staring at the sand, suddenly looked up, Sawyer continued, looking straight at the doctor.

"Jack is a better man than me." He said quietly, much to the amazement of everyone watching. "But then why did Freckle's like me so much? And then one night I found out," he said quietly, "because I think she saw a bit of me in her."

"But a part of me made sweet cheeks sick," he said solemnly, "she told me." He added. "said I reminded her of Wayne, I don't even know who the hell he was, but," he paused, "none of that's important anymore."

He took another deep breath, pacing back and forth. "Freckle's and me fought, you all know that. I even told you see was a fugitive! And still she forgave me-because she knew why, knew why the hell I did it."

"And then everything was going perfect for a while. People liked me, actually liked me. Thought I was some hero, for some reason. Freckle's and the doc even had a falling out, and I could have had it all my own way, but I couldn't, I couldn't because I was Sawyer, and people have to hate me because of that."

Everything was deadly quiet, he even the birds seemed to have stopped singing. Sawyer looked at Kate, alone in the cold grave, before turning back to his audience.

"So I conned you all, because that's what I do, and that's why people hate me." He began to speak softer. "And that was the last thing I did to Kate, I conned her….but you know what her last words were?" of course no one answered, so he continued.

"Sawyer, I'm sorry." He sighed. "I didn't deserve an apology, because I'm the one who's sorry." He turned round so that he was facing Freckles. "I'm the one who's sorry." He repeated loudly, before turning to the crowd. "That's why I went in the jungle, to get even, cos that's the only way I knew….the only way I could….somehow make things a little bit right. So I killed them, I killed the basteds who killed Freckles. I killed the basteds that killed Kate."

There were tears in his eyes, but Sawyer didn't know it-to him, this kind of grief was beyond tears.

"But I'm not gonna be Sawyer anymore," he announced, "because Freckle's never wanted that, so now I'm James." He paused.

"Freckle's was, she was…" he just couldn't find the words, finely he managed to gasp, "really something. She was a hero, and a good person, even if she didn't think so," he gave one final pause before he said his last words.

"I loved you Freckle's."


Aw, poor Sawyer! don't you just want to hug him?