"Whose there?" Sawyer repeated as he tightened his grip on the gun, ready to pull the trigger at any moment.

He kept a watchful eye on Juliet, making sure nothing would jump out at her. Just then the bushes in front of her began to move, the tip of a gun peeked out over the top of the greenery. A dark haired man emerged, Phil. He had his hands raised indicating he was not a threat.

"Son of a bitch." Sawyer said as he lowered his rifle. "What the Hell is this?" He asked, wanting to know why Horace sent one of his minions after them.

Juliet looked back and forth between Phil and Sawyer as Phil stood there in silence. Sawyer grew impatient, as he showed no signs of talking. He marched towards him, brushing past Juliet as she tried to grab him in attempt to stop him, but Sawyer continued towards Phil. He towered over Phil once he was in front of him. "Scram." Sawyer ordered.

"No." Phil blankly replied and crossed his arms, a small grin snuck onto his lips. "Horace requested I follow you for safety." His eyes wandered over to Juliet and then met Sawyers gaze again.

Sawyer scoffed. "You're not out here for Horace." He adjusted the gun on his shoulder. "You're following us because you haven't trusted us since the moment we set foot in your little village." And he's pissed I took his guns. Sawyer thought to himself.

"Where's the rest of your group?" Phil asked, ignoring Sawyers accusations.

"Down south covering more ground." Phil raised his eyebrows, obviously extremely skeptical of Sawyer. "Why don't you go pay them a visit?" Sawyer suggested. "Then you'll stop bothering me."

"I'm afraid I can't do that."

"Of course you can't."

Juliet sighed as she picked up her pack, "We should keep going." She sounded just as annoyed as Sawyer. He was even convinced he saw a slight eye roll as she slung her pack over her shoulder. Watching her continue forward he grabbed his pack and hurried after her, shooting another quick glare at Phil. Sawyer was pissed, how the hell was he supposed to shake this little weasel?

They walked for what seemed about 5 minutes of silence before Phil opened his annoying mouth once again. "Where exactly did you say your ship crashed?" He asked, skeptical as hell.

Juliet glanced back at Sawyer with a grin; she knew exactly what he was thinking. Sawyer wanted more than anything to give this guy a good pop to the head and leave him in the jungle miles behind them.

"North." Sawyer answered flatly.

"You think you would have found the rest of your crew by now." Phil stated, pushing Sawyer's patience with every word.

"Maybe your hostile friends took 'em!" Sawyer said sarcastically. "How about you go and check for us?" He spat and glared once again back at Phil who was walking closely behind.

"What kind of ship did you say you came in on?" Phil asked without missing a beat.

Sawyer sighed deeply, he had already given his whole speech to Horace. "Salvage vessel." He answered, extremely annoyed.

"Salvage vessel." Phil repeated, not buying any of it. "My crew and I have done a whole perimeter check of the north side of the island." He spoke up. "No sign of any ships or wreckage for miles." Sawyer could feel Phil glaring at the back of his head.

Phil's walkie chirped in his pocket and a wave of relief came over Sawyer. He didn't think he could take much more of this rat watching their every move. Phil took the walkie out of his pocket and Horace's voice rumbled through the speaker. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" Sawyer heard Horace yell from the other side.

A smile creped its way onto Sawyers lips and he continued forward, not slowing to wait for Phil who had stopped in his tracks, explaining himself to an infuriated Horace.

"Stop!" Phil yelled out to the both of them as they melted into the bushes.

"See ya later chief!" Sawyer yelled out with a small wave as he walked disappearing completely into the greenery with Juliet by his side.

"Damn it!" Phil said loudly and headed back the way he came.

"Glad that's over." Juliet said relieved. "I wasn't sure how much more of him I would have been able to take."

"You and me both." Sawyer chimed in and ducked under a low hanging branch. "Not exactly sure how I plan to spend two weeks with that weasel." He admitted. "Maybe getting on that sub isn't such a bad idea after all Blondie." A playful charm twisted into each word.

"I wouldn't stop you." Juliet said as she continued to walk.

Sawyer sighed. "You really getting on that sub?" He asked, looking at her. "When you have nothin' waiting for you? No family, nothin' familiar?" He was genuinely waiting for an answer, not taking his eyes off her.

"Yes, James I am." She answered, her tone slightly annoyed. "Why is it so hard for you understand that?" Juliet finally turned to glance at him, her blue eyes piercing through him. She walked slightly faster. This topic was obviously not her favorite. Could it be because she didn't quite know what she wanted herself? Sawyer continued to prod in hopes of this thought being true.

"Because everything you've ever known doesn't exist!" Sawyer stated very matter-of-factly. "Tell me why that sounds better than here."

Juliet was quiet, he obviously struck a cord with her. He couldn't tell whether or not he should be worried about her refusal to respond. Had he pissed her off? If that's what it took to make her stay then he was fine with it. But he sure as hell wasn't looking to anger her. If anything that was going backwards from what his intentions were.

"Tell me what this place is worth staying for, James." Juliet said with an icy tone. "Why are you fighting so hard for me to stay?" She stopped walking and so did Sawyer. Her eyes locked onto his. "Why are you so convinced they will come back?" Her volume rising as she spoke. "Why are you waiting for her?" Sawyer's heart skipped a beat. Kate. Juliet was talking about Kate. Juliet knew. Of course she knew! Juliet didn't break eye contact. She was genuinely waiting for an answer, an answer that Sawyer couldn't give.

Juliet stood staring at him. She obviously didn't care if they came back or not. She was probably hoping they never came back, less trouble for her. That's why she was leaving; she had nothing holding her back. She wanted off this island as much as Sawyer did, and why was he hesitating now? Sawyer didn't know what to think, his feelings and mind were in a huge mess. He had never felt this way before. As long as he had feelings for Kate there was no way he could convince Juliet to stay. Why did he want her to stay? When she wanted so badly to leave? Did he actually have feelings for Juliet? Or did he just not want to be alone?

They were both deep in thought, Sawyer probably more than Juliet. He studied her, she had impressed him, not many people caused him to feel this way, or think as much as she had pushed him to. Hell, no one had ever caused him to actually stop and think about what he was doing and why. Not even Kate.

"We should probably start heading south." Juliet said in a mock whisper. "Wouldn't want to give Miles something else to complain about." She looked into his eyes a few seconds longer before brushing past him in a swift motion.

Sawyer stood with himself, birds screeching in the trees above him. He was in his own world, swimming in his thoughts, tied up in his feelings. Why was he waiting for Kate? Her and Jack were most likely snuggled up together on a flight back home. Sawyer needed to really think about the odds of them ever returning. Could Locke convince them all to come back? How long would it take? And would he still have the same feelings for Kate if they ever did return? Miles was right, Sawyer thought. Juliet had done a number on him.