He Owed Her For That
Title: He Owed Her For That
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Sawyer/Kate
Summary: Set after Season 2 finale. Kate is hurt after being captured by the Others. As Sawyer tries to help her, he remembers how much she has helped him. Sawyer's POV of how his and Kate's feelings for each other developed.
Warnings: Language, violence, romance
Disclaimer: I don't own any of Lost, or the characters, but I wish I did! They all belong to ABC, J.J. Abrams, and Damon Lindelof.
Author's Note: This is my first fic, so please review and let me know what you think.
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Chapter 1
As he cradled her there in his arms, blood draining from her body, her face getting paler by the second, he knew he had to help her. Even if he refused to believe it in his head, those bastards had shot the only person he had ever loved, the one person who truly loved him, and he was damn well going to survive and get her out of here. Even if it meant taking her to Jack. He really didn't want her around him, what with the Doc always chastising her for her actions and looking at her like she wasn't good enough for him.
And he knew that Jack would find a way to blame all this on him. He always did. Hell, it probably was his fault anyway…
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After the three of them were captured by the Others, they had been locked together in one room for three days. The room was small and dank. There were no windows, and the walls and floors were gray cement. They each were chained to a different wall. Each of them had a small mattress within reach. They each had their own little porta-potty, the kind you use for camping, with a shower curtain surrounding it that they could pull shut so they could have a little bit of privacy. "Now ain't that real cozy," Sawyer said sarcastically at the sight of it.
A woman came in first thing each morning with breakfast. Then later in the afternoon, a man brought dinner. No matter what questions they asked, no one ever said a word to them when they came in. They had no idea why they were here.
On the third day, instead of bringing dinner, the man who came in told Kate to choose between Jack and Sawyer. "Pick one of them," he said. "Now."
"What?" she asked confused.
"If you don't pick one, then I'll do it for you, and you won't like how I do it," he said gruffly.
Her head was spinning. She didn't know why she was choosing, what they were going to do with the one she chose, or with the one she didn't. But she made her choice. And she had chosen Sawyer. And they had let Jack go. He was free to leave the Other's camp and go back to their own. He was told never to return.
Kate and Sawyer were not taken back to the room they had been in. When they got to the new room, the men who had been leading them undid the ties on their wrists and pushed them inside, then shut and locked the door. There were no windows and it was completely dark. They both felt along the wall for a light switch. Kate found it and flipped it on. The sight they saw then was unbelievable! Except for the fact there were no windows, and it was small, it looked like it could have been the honeymoon suite at the Ritz Carlton. There was carpet on the floor and flowered wallpaper on the walls. There was a canopy bed in one corner, with fluffy pillows and plush bedding. There were two high back chairs at the table in another corner which was set for two, with a red rose in a vase in the center. In the third corner, instead of the infamous porta-potty with the shower curtain surrounding it, there was a small doorway which led to a real toilet, sink, and a shower stall. Kate was speechless as she walked around the room.
Sawyer climbed up onto the bed. "Well Freckles, I think someone is tryin' to tell us something." He smiled as he lay on his side propped up on his elbow, and patted the bed in front of him.
"Don't be crazy Sawyer. You know they're watching us… somehow." Kate surveyed the room, trying to find some kind of camera.
Sawyer sighed. "Ah, well, voyeurism is overrated anyway," he said, resigning himself to the fact that despite all the luxuries here, Kate was going to remain a lady.
Later that night, after they had eaten their dinner, which consisted of lobster and filet mignon, a bottle of wine, and chocolate mousse, each had taken a shower. Even though they had to put their dirty clothes back on, a shower still felt nice. They climbed into the bed and came up with a plan to escape first thing in the morning when the woman brought their breakfast. When their plan was set, Kate rolled over and faced the wall. Sawyer had trouble getting comfortable being that close to her but not touching her. "So Freckles, are ya sure you don't …." Sawyer began.
"Good night, Sawyer," Kate interrupted. She turned over to him and gave him a light kiss on the cheek. Then she cuddled up to him and put her arm across his chest. He put his arm around her and held her close.
This is good enough for now, he thought happily, as they both drifted off to sleep.
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Author's Note: That's all for now. I'll post Chapter 2 soon. Please read and review. Thanks!
