Okay guys Chapter 5 and 6 I wrote together, I hope they don't disappoint! Don't forget to R n R that's what has motivated me to write so much in such a short space of time!

Cowboys thank you for the glowing review on chapter 4 I have never written a fight scene before so I tried real hard to make it credible yet exciting. Hope you like these too!

Let me know what you think works and doesn't work, I wanted these two chapters to be a little more back story after all the action of the last ones.

Chapter 5

That evening news of the Jack/Sawyer showdown spread like wildfire along the beach. Everyone had seen a frantic blood-spattered Kate racing to Jack's tent to get medical supplies then race back into the jungle in the direction of the hatch. Locke had asked Kate what had happened and she'd told him the two men had fought, and she needed to get back to the hatch. Speculation about who was injured had surmised that Jack had beaten Sawyer pretty badly because of the guns. It wasn't a well-kept secret that Jack and Locke had gone to look for the guns or that they hadn't managed to find them. And everyone had witnessed the argument Locke and Jack had had about whether it was so wrong to let Sawyer keep the guns anyway. Then Jack's subsequent march to the hatch to interrogate the unrepentant Southerner.

It had been 3 hours since Jack and James had spoken with their fists, Kate sighed as she looked at Jack's battered and bruised face. Sayid had reset Jack's nose which luckily hadn't broken in an akward place. And Ana-Lucia had had to stitch his eyebrow because Kate had been stitching James' lower lip. Kate thought back to the unreadable expression that had been on his face when she'd approached with him with the needle and thread.

James had simply nodded at Kate, to get on with it and after swigging from the bottle of scotch that Kate had brought from Jack's medicinal supplies, he hadn't moved, made a sound or given any indication that he was even aware of her presence as she'd stitched the cut up. When she'd finished he'd nodded his thanks before dismissing her with a glance.

Kate sighed again, Jack was asleep, breathing noisily through his swollen, purple nose and puffy and chapped lips. There were flecks of dried blood in his nostrils and lips and he looked nothing like the handsome spinal surgeon she had gotten to know. Both his eyes were swollen, the right one was completely shut and rapidly changing color. She couldn't help but think, 'He brought this on himself. He knows Sawyer has anger management issues and he still provoked him, it was bound to happen.' Having seen the way Sawyer had fought Kate had to wonder why he'd held back from flattening Jack for so long.

It was evident that the fight hadn't been fair, Sawyer had been in more than his fair share of brawls and God alone knew what kind of childhood the conman had had. It was evident in the way he fought that the man knew his way around a fight no matter how evenly matched the opponents had been physically. Sawyer fought like a streetfighter, no rules except for one, winning. That said he hadn't used any underhanded tactics like he had in his fight with Sayid. Jack however, had made it seem like a fair fight because for all that he lacked in experience he more than made up for in enthusiasm. All these observations ran through Kate's mind as she watched Jack asleep, fascinated by Sawyer's handiwork. They had moved Jack to the bunk-bed, he'd been unable to speak from pain and exhaustion so Sayid and Ana-Lucia had carried him there while Kate went to get the medication. Kate felt her heart-strings tugging in sympathy and concern for Jack, 'Poor Jack, I don't think he's ever been beaten up in his life. Well, except for that one time with Ethan.'

"Hey, you wanna grab something to eat? Sayid's whipped up some type of Iraqi dish that is quite tasty, he'll be fine, come and eat." Kate looked up at Ana-Lucia, masking her distrust of the former cop. She got up and followed the earthy Latina to the other room where Sayid was fussing around some plates. He looked up at the women and smiled apologetically, "I've done the best I can but I don't quite think it tastes as good as does when my Mother makes it." Kate smiled back at the Iraqi, "It smells good, and since I've never had your Mom's cooking, I am sure I won't be able to tell the difference." Sayid grinned, "That is precisely what I am afraid of." They shared a look before Ana-Lucia strode to the table, "Hey as long as it is food, I ain't complaining, let's eat!" As Kate sat down she looked up sharply, "What about Sawyer?" Ana-Lucia gave a rude snort, "What about him? After all the shit he's caused, think he deserves to eat? Don't worry, Mother Theresa, he's fine, Sayid already took some food to him." The cop looked scornfully at Kate through the corner of her eye before turning her attention back to the food.

Kate felt her hackles rising, 'Bitch. Who the hell does she think she is anyway? Just like a cop to look down on anyone who isn't a cop!' Kate was already suspicious of the woman and she knew that she seriously did not like her as a person already. To add fuel to the fire was the issue of exactly what kind of relationship Ana-Lucia had with Jack before the crash. 'Ten bucks says the brazen hussy was flirting with him at the very least.' She thought to herself.

Sayid could feel the antipathy between the two women, and he was not going to get involved in whatever unspoken issues they had with each other. He respected Ana-Lucia as he felt they had a kinship through shared past experiences as law enforcers. However, if he had to choose sides he'd stand by Kate, he liked and respected her and once upon a time had entertained the possibility of there being something more between them. Sayid sighed inwardly, as he remembered exactly what had erased those thoughts from his mind, Shannon. He'd failed her by not having more faith in her from the beginning, maybe if he had she wouldn't have been killed. He didn't want to start thinking about that right now, he'd managed to go all day without dwelling on her death and how much he was missing her, 'Don't start wallowing now, or you won't stop!' He admonished himself sternly. Diverting his thoughts from her, he watched as the women ate in silence.

Sayid still couldn't believe the events of that afternoon. Sawyer and Jack finally fighting, Sawyer's indisputable victory, Jack's admission of defeat, who would have thought things would unfold like this? In all honesty, Sayid did not see getting the guns away from Sawyer as a priority or even a matter of concern. The redneck was less of threat when he was occupied, besides he wasn't the only one that had noticed the strained relationship between Jack and Locke. Part of that stemmed from the fact that between them, the two held all the power. It was better not to keep the guns with volatile leadership, and despite his many faults, Sawyer always seemed to know when it was best to use a gun. The dying Marshal, polar bear and even the raft served as prime examples that, indeed it was arguable that the Southerner was an obvious choice for such a responsibility. Sayid was interrupted from his thoughts by Kate getting up and placing her empty plate in the sink. The brunette washed her hands, then walked into the other room where the redneck was resting, drying her hands on her jeans as she went. Ana-Lucia sneered as she watched Kate walk away before shrugging and continuing her silent consumption of the delicious meal.