Sawyer wasn't surprised when Kate didn't ever show up to grovel. He didn't expect it. He knew her well enough to know that she'd rather run and hide then face was bugging her majority of the time. She lived in her own happily little world sometimes where she pretended everything was fantastic. Sawyer wished he could pretend too, wished he could just imagine he never loved her, but it killed him inside even to hear her name.

Kate finally made her way back into the beach society a few weeks later, but everyone she went, Jack was soon to follow.

"He's like the bloody Messiah of Mystery Island...Look at him, guide his flock, soon enough he'll turn water in to wine. Look at them grovel before him...Oh Jack, treat my heartrash! I'm a bloody rockstar, no one groveling. " Charlie muttered, he had taken in quite a bit of Sawyer's resentment towards Jack. Sawyer shot him a look like his head just fell off in front of him.

"How much happy plant you been eatin' there, Ozzy?"

Charlie gave him a serious look. "Low blow there, man. Low blow."

Sawyer didn't bother to apologize. Charlie knew Sawyer didn't like talking about Kate and Jack, unless he brought it up himself.

"He just likes playin guard dog to make sure I don't come around." Sawyer finally said. He knew Charlie felt him, he had the same exact problem when it came to Claire, Locke.

What pissed Sawyer off most was that Kate wouldn't even look at him. He wondered if he'd ever even get a peek at his kid the way things were going. She and Jack both avoided Sawyer like the plague, and Sawyer just didn't want to go through the emotional stress of doing something about it.

Ana Lucia strutted over, catching no attention from Jack. Which was fine, she preferred it that way when it came to running and squealing to Sawyer.

"Why hello, Mi Corazon..." Sawyer began, he knew the more he filled Ana's ego, the more she'd spill. "Who's been kissin' behind the locker room?"

That's exactly what this whole thing felt like, high school. Or at least what Sawyer imagined High School might feel like.

Ana Lucia made herself comfortable between Charlie and Sawyer before speaking, "There's nothing going on. Jack just said Kate's around seven, seven and a half months, he's constantly telling her how much he cares about her..." Ana Lucia rolled her eyes. "Its really fucking annoying."

"Yeah, I didn't rent Love Story here, Hun. Where's the good shit, the Die Hard with a Vengeance?"

"Love Story, eh?" Charlie laughed.

"Some girl I was screwin' made me watch it."

"Sure." Charlie muttered, stifling his laughter as Sawyer made a fist at him.

"She doesn't say much back, if it means anything." Ana Lucia said, referring back to Jack and Kate.

"No, it doesn't." Sawyer said, angrily. He eyed Kate in the distance sweetly stroking the mass of hair baby Ki Min had. His heart ached to watch her, as she took the baby in her arms and cradled it. Her maternal instincts were kicking in and he had never seen more beautifuyl then this, pregnant, glowing and holding a brand new life.

Ana Lucia took notice of the direction of his gaze and spoke up.

"She was talking about you the other day." She began, Sawyer turning to look at her. "With Claire."

He desperately wanted to know what was said, but a part of him said, it just wasn't worth it.

"Lovely." Sawyer muttered. He stood, gave a little stretch and started into his shelter.

"She said she still loves you." Ana said, as he slipped inside.

Sawyer fell to his knees as her heard those words. He socked the ground over and over again. He wanted nothing more then to cry out for her, he wanted nothing more then to have ehr in his arms. He wanted to cry his eyes out, but he knew that was the pussy thing to do. It never hurt like this before...he had been with so many women, yet it was never like this.

He never believed in true love until he met Kate.