Thanks for the reviews y'all!

Piper- Yeah, I plan to bring them together real soon, so that is something to look forward too, huh?;)

Ok so I really wanted expand on the Sawyer&Londy scene but I felt it would take away from the focus of the chapter so when you read through it go ahead and think of this more from her perspective and consider what she has been through, even though I base it mostly off of Sawyers.:)

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Chapter 13: Worth

"Kate?...Kate? Did you hear me?" No, eyes met London's face as she spoke those words, Kate mind was filled with confusion. She had barely been able to comprehend what she had said. Turning her head slowly toward London's face she heard her say them again but this time they were drawn out and sounded as if London was far away from her.

"They are letting you go."

London smiled from ear to ear but all Kate could do was ask.

"What?"

For the third time London said.

"They are letting you go." Everything seemed to stop; a million thoughts filled Kate's head: was this trap, was it the truth, what would she do when she got to camp, would Sawyer leave too? She breathed deeply, London sighed as if she had expected this response, and she pulled out her pocket knife and cut Kate free. The skin around Kate's wrists was red from where the blood flow had been cut off. She rubbed her wrists and stood up. Kate was slightly taller than London when the stood next to each other. The hut door stood open, Kate stepped out cautiously. The sky was bright and blue with big fluffy cloud to the east. It was late afternoon and the little camp had Others going everywhere, not necessarily in a hurry, just busy. They all seemed to ignore Kate as if she was of no importance any longer. She and London walked toward the tree line that would send Kate off into the jungle that lead home. In a daze Kate passed huts, the metal doors that lead into that white hallway, and people; till it was all past her.

"Well, here is where we part. I packed you a few things you'll need, such as water and some food." London smiled at Kate till she finally snapped out of her trance.

"Wait, what? You're just… letting me go?"

"Yeah, there is not point and keeping you any more, we can't learn any thing more from you and our job at your camp is done."

"Job?"

London ignored this question.

"Go back, see your friends, go flirt with Jack, climb trees, do whatever you want. You are free."

Kate looked at her questioningly while she picked up the satchel that held the food and water.

"Pace yourself. You're in no big hurry." London quickly leaned forward and gave Kate a quick hug then turned to leave.

"Sawyer? Is he comin?" Kate asked London as she walked away. London was a short tempered person and got very frustrated, he had tricked her into coming back, she had told her all this bad stuff about him and yet she still inquired after him. London turned on her heels and marched back toward Kate.

"Kate, I told you he likes it here, he is staying with us for now. Don't worry about him. He is in your past, let it go."

These words were unsettling to Kate's ears and heart, she wondered why she was having such an easy time forgiving him and hard time letting him go.

"Yeah, ok. See ya, London. Thanks for everything!" Kate turned and went into the jungle toward her camp.

Kate did not turn back around, she kept moving forward and for once put the past behind her. London began to walk away from the spot where they had parted but she on the other hand did turn around. As she saw Kate move deeper and deeper in the jungle she felt every ounce of guilt that she had tossed aside in past days. London did not consider Kate her friend, but she was a human being who she had lied to and knowing that made her feel awful. She had seen the way the two of them interacted. She had been lurking when he had conned her into coming back, she had seen it all; the evident pain on Kate's face. She knew there was no denying they had feelings for each other, she considered that it was even beyond love, it was an understanding that the two of them shared and London had gotten to witness it first hand. Kate turned into a black dot of color amongst the trees yet London continued to stare until she was called.

"London! Come over here."

"Yes,mam'" London responded respectfully to Miss Klugh.

"Is she gone?"

"She left a few minutes ago."

"Good, You don't need to talk to James from now on. We'll keep him a while longer then let him go, he is causing too much trouble around here. Just keep an eye on him" London still dazed from her deep train of thought only seconds ago stared blankly at Miss Klugh. "London, do you understand me, Do Not let him go!"

"Alright"

Miss Klugh left London to her thoughts, but she was too distracted now.

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Sawyer fidgeted in his chair. He had been in the same place for too long. Night came as it always did and they dimmed the lights about an hour after his, what they call, dinner. Sawyer began to feel harm blood slowly drip down his hands onto his fingers. He twisted and turned his wrists and used the blood to make his hands slick. Why he had waited till today he did not know but some how he knew it was time and that he had to escape that night. The ropes that bound his hand together fell lose, after this sawyer struggled for a short time getting out of the ropes that held him to the chair that were around his chest. This rope was not as thick or bound as tightly for some reason so with in minutes Sawyer was completely free. He stood in the darkened room listening for any trace of outside life. After a short time of not hearing anything he gently opened the door and looked out into the hallway; it was vacant. Sawyer shut the door carefully, as not to make much noise, then grabbed the chair he had been sitting on and positioned it at a certain angle then kicked it, making one of the legs break off. Although he did not have a gun he figured he might as well have some sort of tool for self defense. Sawyer again opened the door and quickly made his way down the dimmed hallway. Once he reached the metal doors leading outside he recalled his experience outside the night he had brought Kate back. He had been restrained outside not to far from the doors, he had seen the guard that watched the entrance, he was the only one ever out at night. Knowing he would be to his left, Sawyer open the door swiftly to find him sitting against the wall drifting off to sleep. Hastily Sawyer moved toward the man, ramming the wooden chair leg into his head, knocking him out. He propped the man against the wall to make it look as if he was still on guard and alert. He took his gun and placed the chair leg in his lap where his hands rested.

Each hut was dark, the Others were asleep. Moving in a fast yet quiet pace Sawyer made his way toward the jungle. As he passed the last hut he looked over to a see Londy sitting cross legged on the ground with her back against the hut. He stopped died in his tracks and faced her, gun in his hand. Although they were nearly 25 feet apart they stared directly into each other's eyes. Sawyer looked at her not in a fearful way, not in a harsh demanding way, but in a way that showed he yearned for sympathy, he needed it this once. Yet he knew that that was the one thing he couldn't have so he bottled up all hope and just stared.

Wind blew Londy's golden locks; although the wind brought in clouds that covered the moon it still reflected in her eyes making them sparkle in the dim night. Sawyer stood still; with gun in hand Londy rose from her sitting position. Turning her back to him she went inside the hut, leaving Sawyer all alone on the outer edge of freedom in the middle of the night.

Although he was bewilder, Sawyer did not waste a second, as soon as the hut door was shut he ran toward the trees. His steps were straight, he ran as if he knew exactly what he was doing, but really he had never been more confused and lost. An eastern wind began to pick up pace. Trees around sawyer swayed; the whistling sound wind often makes rang in Sawyer's ears. He dodged trees, running as fast as he could. The moon light up the jungle faintly as it shown through the trees. A grey light was set off by the moon's reflection on the scattered clouds. He didn't know how long he had been running or how far he had gotten but suddenly he stopped and looked around him. Wondering around for a few yards very quietly something caught his eye. Although the shape was dark he could tell it was something that didn't belong.

Slowly he went towards it. Once he was with in a few feet he saw it was a women curled up in a ball, she was asleep against a tree. She used a brown satchel as a pillow. He continued to softly move forward till he was right before her. Her head was tucked to the side so when he had first approached all he had seen was her back and brown curls that fell around her shoulders. Sawyer stared at the face he had missed so much; she looked so peaceful, as if all her worries that she was daily reminded of just melted away when she slept. He wanted more than anything for her to always feel this way, safe. Sawyer looked at her breathing in and out at a constant pace; suddenly her eyes opened up, slow at first but once she realized his presence she quickly reacted even before he could speak. Kate swung her arm around hitting Sawyer in the jaw, she grabbed her satchel and began to run, breathing hard at this point. Sawyer darted after her recovering fast from the blow. He was really proud that she could punch like that. He caught up to her and caught her by the arm, he swung her around and took both her shoulders in his hands, she struggled to get free but his grip was tight. Kate kicked at Sawyer but he re-acted fast dodge her leg, then stepping on her toes carefully, not to put to much pressure but as not to allow her to kick at his again. She attempted a head but, Sawyer was prepared and held her at a distance,

"I'm Not going back!" She yelled at him. Tears began to flow down her cheeks, the man she once trusted she now held the greatest fear for. Kate needed to run, like a planet needs water, like a singer needs to sing, like a teacher needs to teach; Kate needed to run. She couldn't stay in one place for a long time. Her fear of confinement lead her to hate Sawyer, she was scared that he would take her back and not let her leave that place.

"Let me go!" Kate continued to yell at Sawyer. He stood and listened, letting her get it all out. "You son of a bitch, let me go I'm never going back!" her screaming got softer, yet the tears did not cease to fall. She breathed heavily then in a whisper she ask.

"Please, let me go."

Her freckles seemed to stand out against all other of her features when she cried. Kate's red eyes, met Sawyer's face. He released his grip on her left shoulder and whipped away her tears with his thumb. No, words could say what he wanted her to know, he didn't think she would ever understand, she would think it was a lie.

"I'm not taking you back there Kate." Sawyer told her trying to reassure her. Kate didn't seem to comprehend what he said.

"No, but you tricked me, you're one of them." Kate's voice sounded horse as if everything had drained all the energy out of her. Although she had only walked instead of run most of the evening Kate still was tired, more so emotionally than physically. She began to shake her head slowly. Her wet eyes looked straight into Sawyer's and she spoke slowly, in a hurt tone. "No,… you're not worth the time, you're not worth the pain, You're not worth it."

Sawyer did not lose eye contact, he held her gaze and lightened his grip on her shoulders slightly.

"No, matter how good a liar you are, Freckles… You'll never be able to convince yourself of that."