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Author Note: Here's chapter three. Enjoy. This is dedicated to all the people who have liked this story so far. Thanks to Oreata again for the help! YOU ROCK!

Chapter 3:

Sawyer walked up the cement stairs. His thoughts moving rapidly, all about Kate. About what she had told him.

"Not going to let me be hated, my ass." He said. Looking out the door. He then exited the room and climbed down the rocks. Moving slowly. He had to think, "I'm already hated." He mumbled. His hand moved down to the next ledge. He then dropped down and walked into the jungle. His strides were no longer angry. He didn't understand it. She always brought out his more human side. She was the only one on this island that could do that. Hell, she was the only person he knew that could do that.

Kate walked up the stairs. Slowly, she walked into the room. She gazed off into the trees. She didn't want to think about Sawyer, but her thoughts kept coming back to him.

"Why do you wanted be hated?" She whispered, she saw him move into the jungle. "Why?" She asked herself again. She saw him disappear and she then began to climb down. She then began to wonder where the guns were now? Had the Others taken them? That seemed probable, seeing that they were deep in the jungle. Once she was on the ground, she began to head back to the beach. She was wary and tired. Her ankle was hurting her and all she wanted to do was sit down. Then, she remembered, Sawyer couldn't track worth a damn, how the hell was he supposed to get back to camp? She stopped. Her mind told her to leave him, but her heart told her otherwise. He could die out here? And what if he ran into one of the Others? Or the creature? She made her decision.

Limping back to the cliff, she followed his trail, until she saw him, he wasn't walking, but his hands were tearing through his jean pockets. She heard him whispering.

"God damn it, where is it!" He said. He swore again and then slammed his fist against the nearest tree, hard. He winced. But did nothing else besides that. She limped towards him. Her ankle hurting more and more every step she took.

"You okay Sawyer?" She asked softly. Coming up behind him. "Sawyer?" She asked, she moved and faced him, his face held a worried look, and his hands were digging through his pockets.

"My letters gone." He said. "I can't find it anywhere!" He said. Kate dug into her back pocket and pulled it out, Sawyer placed it in Sawyers hand. He looked at her and then to the letter and then to her again. "What the hell were you doing with it?" He said.

"I saved it from Jack, Sawyer." She said. His face turned into a confused frown. His eye brows bent and he looked at her intently. The name making him very interested in what she had to say.

"And how the hell could the Doc have gotten my letter Freckles?" He said.

"While you were out in the jungle yesterday Sawyer, you left your letter in your tent, I went in there and saw it, so I grabbed it. Then, Jack goes into your tent." Sawyer's eyes flashed with anger.

"The Doc' was in my tent?" He said. His voice low and dark. "What did he want?"

"The pill bottle." She said. Sawyers eyes flashed again. He looked up then took a deep breath.

"Did he take anything else?" He said. "Anything?"

"Nothing from what I know of, I came in there seeing him hunched over one of your suit cases."She said. She remembered the argument that had happened afterwards. She looked away.

"You said that my letter was on my bed?" he said.

"Yeah, it was." Her eyes danced across his face. He now had an un readable look.

"Thanks."

They returned around mid-day. Sawyer scanned the beach for Jack. His eyes soon spotted the Doctor, who was sitting next to Ana Lucia on the sand. His strode towards them. Kate, however stayed there, rooted on the spot.

"God Damn it Sawyer." She whispered. She watched Jack and Ana look up as Sawyer approached. She wanted to look away, but she was glued to the scene. She could hear her heart beat. It was fast and loud. The thumping in her ears grew louder as Sawyer reached them.

"What the hell did you think your doing?" Sawyer yelled. Jack stood up.

"What are you talking about Sawyer?"

"You know perfectly well, Doc'. I know you went rummaging through my stash yesterday while I was gone." He said. His hands were balled into fits. "Next time I find out you were stealing my stuff I'll-"

"Its not your stuff Sawyer." Jack said. "They never were yours. They belong to the people on this island and to the people who died in the crash!" Sawyer looked at him. His eyes growing darker."Why do you need Walt's or Shannon's passports Sawyer?" he said, taking them out of his pocket. "Or why do you need a diary kept by Maggie? These aren't your things, and I have every right to give them back to the people they belong too!"

Kate watched the exchange. What ever Jack had said had made Sawyer quiet. The man turned to walk away, but Kate then saw him turn about and hit Jack hard in the face. Jack got back up. Ana followed him. Kate ran towards the three. The best she could. Jack's nose was bleeding. Sawyer looked like he was ready to hit again.

"Stay out of my stuff Chico." He said. His eyes were lit up in anger. "Got it?" he said as Kate limped up to the group. Jack turned to her, shot her and angry look and then walked off.

"You may think your in charge now," Ana said. "But that isn't going to last long." She then followed Jack. Sawyer looked at Kate. His eyes changed as they landed one her. He then walked towards his tent. And he then closed his flap. Showing that he wanted to be alone.

Kate sat on the sand. Her jeans rolled up and her feet bare. Letting her injured foot soak in the water. Her other foot was buried in the sand. She watched the sun peacefully set. That was probably one of the only peaceful things on this island right now. She heard someone walked up behind her. She didn't turn, she already had a feeling who it was. Sawyer sat down next to her.

"Hey."

"Hey." She said. "I'm surprised your even talking to me." She said. "After, you know..the guns."

He didn't say anything. He just looked at the sun set. His eyes having a far off look to them. "Sawyer? You alright?"

"Huh?" He said, turning his head to look at her. "Yeah, just thinking."

"When I was a kid," Kate said, " I would sneak out of my room and watch the sunsets from my roof." She smiled. "I also used to do that with sun rises as well, before school." She glanced at Sawyer. "Then, when I was around thirteen my and my best friend snuck out and watched the sun set and looked for shooting stars." Sawyer scooted next to her. Kate looked at him.

"How's your foot?" He asked. Kate pulled it out of the water, revealing the bruised and swollen flesh.

"Sore." He looked at it. His eyes never leaving her foot. "I'm fine. I just hurt it, that's all."

"Right." He said. He pulled out something from his pocket. "Hold out your hand." He said. She eyed him suspiciously. "Just do it, Freckles." He said. Kate did. She felt something small land in her hand. He closed it. Kate opened her hand. There, sat the silver key to the marshals case. The string was torn. She glanced up to him, then back down to the key.

"What's this for?" She asked. "This is Jack's!"

"Didn't notice it missing today now did he?" He said. "I nicked it off him when I punched him. Figured since that it's the key to your case, you should have it." He said. "Looks like the Doc' ain't the only one full of surprises huh?" He said. A satisfied smirk on his face.

"Sawyer, " she said. "Thank-you." He smiled at her. The sky was now beginning to darken.

"Well," He said, shifting the sand. "I'm going to head in for the night Freckles." he said. Kate tied the key around her neck. She watched him go.

Kate awoke earlier than she wanted to the next day. She slowly sat up. And then exited her tent. She looked at her foot. The swelling had gone down finally, and the bruising was going away. She then looked at the orange blue sky. She remembered the conversation she had with Sawyer. It was just coincidence that she awoke in time to see the sun rise. She saw that barley anyone else was awake.

"So you've been hanging around with Sawyer a lot these days." Ana said as she approached Kate.

"Yeah" Kate said, not looking at her.

"Do you like him?" She asked. Kate said nothing. After a few minutes Ana spoke again. "Hey, I'm talking to you." She said.

"I heard you Ana." Kate said. She looked at Sawyers tent for a few seconds.

"So, do you?" She asked. Sitting down next to her. Kate shrugged. "Hey, its not like I asked something very personal." Ana said. Kate ignored her. "So what about you and Jack?" Ana said. Kate turned to her.

"What about Jack?" She asked. Her voice sounded distant. "If you mean, if I like Jack, then no I don't." She said. "What do you want Ana?" She asked. Turning to her.

"Just wondering. So you and Sawyer?" She said. "Makes sense."

"What makes sense?" Kate said. Her temper getting the best of her.

"Well, that two criminals get together. The Murderer and the Con Man." She said. Kate stood up. Ana Lucia followed.

"Piss off." Kate said. Ana looked at her.

"What's wrong? Its not like your going to jail here." Ana said. "But, I mean, as soon as we get rescued, its all over isn't it?" Kate made a fist. She was about to respond when Jack came over to them.

"Ana can I speak to Kate real quick?" Ana nodded and left.

"Why did you tell him Kate?" He asked.

"Tell who what Jack?"

"Sawyer, about the tent thing." He said. "Why did you tell him?"

"Because its his stuff Jack." She said. "You have no right to go into a mans tent and steal his stuff."

"His stuff?" Jack said. Nearly exploding. "He took 'his stuff' from the dead Kate! You know that, we've both caught him!"

"Jack, would you barge into somebody's home and take what you wanted?"She asked. Jack gave her a funny look.

"That's different Kate."

"Really Jack? Then tell me, how is it so different? We have lived on this island for around two months now. And were not going to get rescued anytime soon, so this is our home, and Sawyers tent is like his house." She said. She turned her back to Jack and began to walk off when he grabbed her arm.

"Don't you walk away from me." He said. Tightening his grip until she felt a little pain.

"Let go of me Jack!" She cried. Tugging, trying to get away. She was scared.

"Why are you so defensive of Sawyer all of a sudden?" Jack asked. "What has he ever done to you that has been a good thing?"

"Let me go!" She cried. Her arm began to hurt. Jack's grip was tight and crushing. "Stop it!" She said. "Let me go Jack!"

"Get your hands off her!" Cried a voice. Sawyer came out of the jungle. He was eying Jack. Giving him a dirty look. He then grabbed Jacks hand and wrenched it off Kate. He then shoved Jack in the chest. Pushing him away from Kate. Jack looked at them. Then he walked off. "You alright?" He asked turning to her. He then saw she was shaking. "Freckles?" He asked. She looked at him."You okay?" He asked. She nodded and then sat down. He followed and then placed his arm around her. Holding his breath slightly. When she didn't do anything he moved a little closer. She was still shaking a little.

Sawyer and Kate stayed like that for a few minutes. Just enjoying each others company. Finally Kate stopped shaking. She looked down at her arm, there were still red marks where Jack had held her. Sawyer looked at her arm to. Anger flew into him as he realized that Jack had done that to her. She looked at him then. There eyes met. She turned away and looked at the ocean. A thousand thoughts going through her head.

TBC