Disclaimer: I don't own anything or anyone. This is for fun only and I do not intend to make any money of this what so ever.
Authors Note: AU. Skate Thanks to Oreata for the some of the ideas for the plot! YOU ROCK!
Chapter One:
"What kind of a person do I think you are!" She cried. She couldn't believe him! "I don't think this has anything to do with guns! Or with getting your stash back! I think you want people to hate you!" She cried. She looked at him. His eyes had turned emotional. They were glazed over. When he answered, his voice was full of emotion.
"Good thing you don't hate me Freckles." He looked at her. Her eyes held tears.
"Why do you have to do this?" She looked at him. His eyes met hers.
"You run, I con. Tiger don't change her stripes." She looked at him for a few more seconds and then, she walked off. Well, stormed off. Was better. He sighed. She was right. He did want people to hate him. And after everything he had done in his life, that fact didn't bother him at all. He continued to polish his gun. The sleekness kept him busy. He waited a few more moments and then got up, placing the gun strap around his back and walked into the jungle. A few minutes later. Kate followed. He walked into the jungle, then stopped. Kate hid behind the brush. Then Charlie appeared.
"Never saw you huh?" he said to Charlie.
"More worried about his shoddy Guns than being followed." Charlie said answering. Kate couldn't believe what she was hearing. Sawyer had used Charlie to help him! Sawyer reached into his backpack and pulled out the statue of Mary and held it out.
"Figured you want your friends back." He said. Charlie looked at them for a few seconds.
"If I wanted them, I would have taken them before I told you where they were." He said. Kate gulped. Charlie's voice was dark. And well... evil sounding. "Its not why I did it." He said. His eyes held a dark look to them. Kate had seen that look before. Charlie had wanted revenge.
"Its not huh?" He said. Kate noticed that Sawyer looked surprised.
"I wanted him to look like a fool." Charlie said. His eyes growing darker each passing minute. "To feel like a fool."
"Well, well." Sawyer said, putting the drugs back in his bag. "Johnny Locke's got himself a nemesis." Kate started to shake. This could not turn out good. Her feelings for Sawyer kept resurfacing every time he spoke. She cared about him, and she knew, that this was an act. He wanted people to hate him. He wanted to be hated. Perhaps he even wanted to die, for what ever reason it was, he had a personal vendetta against himself. And that alone, scared her to death.
"Sun," Charlie said. Looking up. "Can never find out what I did to her. Never." The old Charlie came back. So it was Charlie who had tried to hurt her. That meant that Sawyer had been involved...
"Don't sweat it." Sawyer said. His face had emotion to it. Kate knew for a fact that Sawyer and Sun had gotten along fine on the island. Why did he do this! "They got bigger things to worry about now." Kate froze. What was Sawyer planning? Charlie turned to leave then stopped.
"This idea." He said, a puzzled look came on his face. "All this, what we did, what made you, how does someone think of something like that?" Sawyer looked down. Kate saw his eyes grow dark. Self Hatred written all over his face. A far off look appeared for a few seconds, and the look of self hatred grew worse. Terribly worse.
"I'm not a good person Charlie. Never did a good thing in my life." Charlie walked off. Sawyer sat down, on the muddy ground and placed his head in his hands. His shoulder shook. He looked up as Kate accidentally stepped on a twig. She froze. Her heart beat thumping in her chest. He looked everywhere. His tear bright eyes scanning the darkness. They froze on Kate's figure. Her heart beat grew quicker. "Who's there?" He asked. Standing up. Kate backed up. She stepped on another twig. He walked towards her, she backed up. "Who's there!" he shouted. "Charlie, that you?" Kate moved back again. She then ran. Her feet moving as fast as they could. She heard Sawyer behind her, catching up. She ran blindly into the jungle. She tripped over a loose root. Her foot getting caught. She stifled a cry, moaning as she twisted her ankle. Tears formed in her eyes. She heard Sawyer draw closer. She saw some brush near her and pulled herself into it. She watched Sawyer run past her. She pulled herself up. The dark jungle frightened her, especially after what had happened a few days ago. Her foot was killing her. The pain laced up and down her left leg. She saw Sawyer a few feet away. He had stopped running. Now was just standing there. His back facing her. His shoulders slouched.
He then walked forward. Continuing into the darkness. She then walked in the opposite direction, hoping it would lead her back to camp. After about a half an hour she found her trail and made it back, Jack and Locke were standing by the fire, talking. She made her way to them.
"We need to get those guns back." Jack said. Locke looked at him. Kate stood next to the fire.
"Now hold on a minute Jack. We don't even know where he hid them. We need to think before we do this. You heard what he said, he would die before he gives them back."
"Then show me where you hid the guns." Jack said. "Show me John, you can track, we follow his footprints, and we get the guns."
"Now how do we know that he has already planned on that?" Locke said. "He's smart, and we all underestimated him. And now, he has the guns. Weapons he could hand out for supplies, or stuff from his stash. We have to wait for the opportune moment. And its not now."
"John, when morning comes, your going to show me where you hid the guns, and we are going to find them."
"I'm not sure that's such a good idea Jack."
"If you don't want to do it John, then tell me where you hid them and I'll go!" Locke shook his head.
"Jack, its not a good idea to-"
"Tell me where you hid the guns or show me John! Either way, we've go to find them."
"Fine, I head them where you hid the silver case Jack." Kate looked and Jack and then to Locke.
"Okay, tomorrow morning, we set out to find them. I'll take anyone who offers to come." Jack said and then walked off, striding towards the path to the hatch.
"What do you think we should do John?" Kate asked.
"I'm not sure. But finding the guns, and handing them out is a bad decision. You were there when the man said that if we leave them alone, they won't hurt us. And something tells me they haven't broken there word."
"So you think Sawyer hurt Sun?" She said. Her voice emotional.
"You said that when Sun was attacked, Sawyer was with you, correct?"
"Yeah." She said.
"Then there are two possibilities; A, he hired someone else to do it for him, or B, they truly broke there word." Locke said. "And I have a feeling it's possibility A." Kate nodded.
"I'm going to get some sleep." She said. Locke watched her go. His eyes then scanning the jungle. Looking for any sign of Sawyer.
Kate woke before dawn, packing her bag full of food and with a few bottles of water. Her ankle ached but it wasn't as sore as it was yesterday. She then exited her tent. Looking around she then made her way to the jungle. She saw Sawyer, then. He was asleep in his tent. She stared at him for a few minutes. His chest moving up in down in a steady movement. The look on his face was peaceful. She shook her head and then went into the jungle. She went to the caves first and refilled her water bottles and then moved out. After around 15 minutes she found the area. The silver case was still there but it had been moved and not very carefully either. There was a huge dent in the middle of it and then, she saw Charlie's footprints. They were uneven. She slowly followed them, she felt the heat of the sun as it rose. She knew now she didn't have that much time.
After around fifteen more minutes, she saw them. They were piled under some ferns. She smiled. She then pushed the leaves away, most of the guns had straps, some of them were hand guns and a few were big. She sighed. She grabbed the hand guns and opened her backpack. She knew Sawyer would be here soon to check on them, and probably move them. She could see his footprints going in another direction, probably leading to the beach. She zipped the sipper on her backpack, which had become heavy as the guns weighted a ton. She then grabbed the shoulder strap guns and, after she put on her backpack, she then shouldered them. Then grabbed the big gun and began to move deeper into the jungle. She had to hide them. Maybe if she hid them from Sawyer, he would nock off the nonsense and show who he really was underneath.
As she continued to move, she heard Jack's voice in the distance. She looked back and saw nothing, but her senses told her he was close. And, he was probably following her trail. Unless, he had seen Sawyers and was following that one instead. She hoped that he was following Sawyers.
For about an hour and a half she walked. Having to stop and rest when the guns got to heavy. As she paused to take a breather, she saw a rocky hill ahead. On top of the cliff, she saw a door looking entrance. She grabbed the guns and hustled towards it. Once she reached the rocks, she lay the heavy guns on the ground and hid them, as she climbed the rocks. When she reached the door, she opened it. The room had a musty scent to it, and the floor was wooden. She walked in and then gave the place a better examination. She noticed that in the corner of the small place, she saw that there were floor boards missing, she turned left and saw them, just lying there in a pile. She walked to the area and saw stairs. Her heart beat quickened slightly.
"Damn it." She said. And then walked down the stairs. They went on for a while, until she finally came to a room. Brushing her hands against the wall, she felt a light switch and flipped it on. The florissant lights flashed and momentarily blinded her. After her eyes adjusted she was surprised by what she saw. There was a couch and an arm chair, along with a pantry in the corner. There was also an empty closet. She made her way to the closet and emptied her backpack of the hand guns. Throwing them in there. After she was done. She lay her backpack on the couch and went back up the stairs. Then exited the room. She climbed back down and grabbed two of the medium weighting guns. She began to climb back up.
After two more trips all she had left was the big gun. And it weighed a ton.
"How am I supposed to carry that thing up there?" She said to her self. It had no shoulder strap and she needed both of her hands to climb. She momentarily thought of throwing it, but how could she throw it all the way up there? She glanced at it again. Cursing she lifted it up and began her slow climb up the cliff.
"Damn it." She said as she dropped it. She went back down and tried again. With no luck. She ran her hand through her hair as she looked around. There had to be a way to get the damn thing up there, well, without her killing herself. She looked at the gun again. "Why the hell do we need such a big thing like this on a island?" She asked herself. She sat down and eyes the thing, her mind racing. Sawyer was no probably up and about. And once he noticed his guns were missing... Kate sighed. This whole thing, there was something odd about it. The Others, The Hatch, the guns... She exhaled. Then got up. She hated just sitting down, staying put. She looked at it again. Then she looked at the cliff, then she looked at the gun. She bent down to examen it. She saw there were three places where she could take it apart. And she did just that. Transferring it one at a time. Finally, she landed on the ground, done. She had her backpack on and she had covered the stairs and locked the closet. Now, all she had to do was get back to camp unnoticed. Her ankle was now hurting her though, and she doubted that she would make it before sundown but she had to try. She turned and then limped forward, following her trail back to camp.
She was right, it was sun down as she re-entered camp. She saw Jack and Ana talking near the fire. Locke wasn't at the camp, and then, there was Sawyer. He wasn't facing her. He was near a fire. Alone. She went to her tent and lay her back pack down, and then returned to camp. Her first instincts were to leave Sawyer alone but something told her it would look to suspicious if she avoided him, seeing that she was the only one who would ever talk to him.
"Hey there." She said. Standing next to him. He didn't answer. "Sawyer? You awake?"
"Yeah." His tone was cold. "What do you want Freckles?"
"Where are the guns Sawyer?" She asked, trying to keep her voice normal and pissed at the same time.
"Can't tell Freckles." He said. His eyes scanning the fire intently, as if he had lost something important to him. "Did your Doctor Boyfriend ask you to convince me to give 'em to you?"
"No, I haven't talked to Jack all day Sawyer." He nodded. And then looked at her intently.
"Where were you today?" He asked.
"Out walking, I just...needed to be alone, that's all."
"Oh." He said. "Just wondering."
"I'm going to head off to bed." he nodded and Kate turned and left. She looked back at Sawyer. Then went into her tent, avoiding eye contact with Jack and Ana.
TBC