Just Freckles

She cried, cried over the death of two women. She felt her shoulders shake, she felt her cold body shiver. She felt his gaze on her. She wanted him to come over, wanted him to tell her to stop crying, everything will be alright. But she knew it wouldn't happen, she knew he wasn't like that.

So as she sat here, wanting someone to do something, say something, not just stand there, she realized she didn't want Jack or Locke, or Eko to come over, she wanted Sawyer, she wanted Sawyer to come over.

So as she sat there, wanting him to come, she saw out of the corner of her eye, him walking over. She slowly turned, knowing he would just have some rude remark. But as she turned, she felt a tug on her shoulders, and let this tug pull her in. She let this tug hold her, and put her head on his shoulder, she let him take care of her.

She put her hands around his arm, to prove it was real, to prove it to herself. So as she sat there, with this tug holding her, she realized this tug wasn't Sawyer, it was James, and she realized the woman he held wasn't Kate, it was Freckles.