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Author's note: Hey everyone! Thanks to those of you who are reviewing—(and to all who are loyally reading). I apologize in advance for the shortness of this chapter; it's only a filler—the next one, however, is very long. So here's a bit of Skate action for ya—(just a little hint of what's to come).
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Chapter 6
The sun was climbing above the horizon as Sawyer made his way up the beach. He had just finished catching breakfast, his fish spear and knife dripping salt water and fish blood. As he made his way up the sloping sand to his tent, he rung out his shirt and slung it over his shoulder. Dropping the net and reaching for his pack, he felt around for his lighter. "Goddamnit," he mumbled under his breath.
"Looking for something?"
He spun around to see Kate, smiling tauntingly. "Well, wouldn't you like to know, Freckles?" he turned back to his search.
"What, you gonna throw a tantrum now, Sawyer?" she quipped.
"Look,Freckles, as much as I'd like to have a little heart-to-heart with you, I'm kind of in the middle of somethin' right now, so why don't you go play doctor with Jack-ass, alright?"
Kate was slightly taken aback--Sawyer rarely turned down an opportunity to have it out with her--but she quickly recovered. "Oh, okay." She slowly turned to go. "Guess you wouldn't want to know who's been going through your stash, then," she said casually.
"Woa, now, hold on there Freckles. Someone been goin' through my stuff?"
"Yea. But like you said, I should probably justgo find Jack..."
"Hey, now." He stepped forward. "I think you better tell me who's been near my tent," he raised his eyebrows, looking at her intensly.
"What do I get out of it?" She smiled, enjoying the rare occasion of for once having something on Sawyer. He gave her a half smile, eyes narrowed.
"So," he chuckled. "You wanna play it like that?"
She waited.
He took a deep breath, letting it out. "Alright. What do you want?"
She smiled. "I want your pocket knife."
He looked at her, head tilted. "You want what, now?" his voice rose.
"You heard me. You give me the knife, I tell you who took your lighter."
"How'd you know--" he stopped mid-sentence.
She grinned wickedly. "Let's just say I keep an eye on you, Sawyer."
"Well. Two can play at that game." He stepped forward, grabbing her arm. Taking the pocket knife out, he slid it into her belt.
"Now," he murmured, his breath on her cheek. "You got somethin' for me, Freckles."
She looked at him, and for a split second their eyes locked. He looked down, and she turned away, him dropping her arm.
"Sayid was poking around here this morning. He left about a half-hour ago." She turned, starting across the beach.
"Hey Freckles," Sawyer called after her. She stopped, turning.
"Your secret's safe with me," he smirked.
She stared at him in an unspoken question.
"Let's just say I keep an eye on you, too, Freckles."