Don't worry :P I AM a Skater after all… Lost-Inuyasha gave me the idea for this, even though I've twisted it round slightly!

Broken So Badly

He rubbed her back gently, and pulled the hair from her face for the seventh time. He'd rolled his eyes about three hundred times so far, but it didn't top him rolling them again, as he put his hand to her head and sighed. Well, at least it had stopped her talking about the letter…

"Its ok…" He soothed, using the soiled towel to dab at her face. "C'mon…"

"I feel terrible…" She moaned, "Ooh my head…"

"I know…" He chuckled softly, pushing the hair back from her face. "But that's yer own fault…"

"Its Wayne's fault…"

"Baby, I hate him as much as you, but how is that his fault?"

"How the hell do you hate him much as me?" She scowled. "Your not the one that has to sit there and listen to… you don't have to-."

"Ok, ok, I'm sorry… I don't know at all, its jus' one of those things you tell people ain't it…" Kate groaned, in either annoyance or nausea, and Sawyer patted her head slightly.

"Well don't… I can't believe they… its not fair… its disgusting…"

" Kate, come on, don't think about it now…"

"How can I not?" She choked. "I just…" She shut her eyes and resting her forehead on the toilet seat, before realising what she was doing and pulled back sharply to rest against Sawyer's chest. She didn't want to touch him… she didn't want him to touch her. She felt dirty… another wave passed through her and she pulled away from him to drape her arms over the toilet bowl again. She was physically disgusted with herself, the fact that her skin was brushing up against Sawyer's made her retch again.

"S'ok…" He soothed, he reached across and held the glass under the sink tap, letting the cool water fill it. "Drink this…" She took it slowly, and sipped at it, grimacing as it stung her throat.

"I wanna go home…"

"Ok… later."

"No, now… I wanna go now."

"Kate, when you stop throwing up, then we can go."

"Why are you calling me Kate?" She sighed, resting her head against his shoulder and shutting her eyes.

"Can you stop with the nitpicking already?"

"What?" He sighed and shook his head, wrapping an arm round her shoulders.

"Nothin'…"

"No… no, I just want you to… I want you to tell me whats up with the letter… and Ana, cause-."

"Of for godsake." He snapped, dropping his arms from her shoulder and putting a hand to his head. "Just drop it."

"Why?" She choked, her mind too clouded to think straight. "I want to know what happened, and I want to know why you won't-."

"Nothing happened."

"Well whats the problem with telling me?"

"Why don't you trust me?" She felt a surge of guilt with his words and looked down, then looked back up. How dare he? How dare he turn it round to make her look like the bad guy?

"You cannot-" She hiccupped slightly, which ruined the sentence immediately. "Say that… like I'm bad… I'm not…I only- your…"

"When you tried forming sentences, gimme a ring." He snapped, getting up and striding across the room.

"Get back here!" She yelped. "This is your fault-."

"My fault?" He yelled, now fuming. "How the hell is this my fault?!"

"… You- you…" She filtered off, and tried in vain to piece the words together. "You wouldn't let me in the house so I went back and-."

"Oh, and that made yer mom screw that son-of-a-bitch?" The words made Kate feel sick again, and she blocked her ears with her hands.

"Shut up!"

"What you accuse me of somethin' I'm putting you right!" He snapped. "What the hells wrong with that?"

"If you had let me in… they wouldn't have told me!" She was getting desperate now, the urge to lash out as someone overruling her common sense once again.

"No, but he'd still be yer dad!" He yelled. "He'd still be part of ya, you'd just never know! Hows that better?"

"BECAUSE I WOULDN'T FEEL SICK!" She screamed. He flashed her a look between pity and fury, leaning a hand against the doorframe and closing his eyes, trying to regain control over his emotions. When he next spoke, his voice was low, and he spoke slowly, his eyes were still closed, and his fingers gripping the doorframe tighter.

"Drink that water, I'll get you an aspirin, lay down on the bed, and if your going to throw up do it in the toilet. It ain't hard." The coldness in his voice was masking the emotions inside, but it didn't stop Kate from flinching. "Now… I'm going to get your aspirin." Kate looked down and closed her eyes, as Sawyer strode across the room and yanked the door open, the music pumping through the brief period it was open. She shuddered slightly on the cold tiles, and wrapped her arms round herself, her hair hanging in her eyes as she prayed she wouldn't be sick again. Pressing her back against the wall she blanked her mind and concentrated on the drip of water escaping from the tap of the bath. More music thumped out of the hallway, but Kate didn't bother to open her eyes, expecting it to be Sawyer.

"Kate?" She snapped her head up a little too quickly. Jack was stood in the doorway, his eyes wide in worry, as he crouched down next to her. "Jesus, are you ok?"

"M'fine…" She gagged, getting to her knees and leaning against the toilet.

"Yeah you look it." He sighed. There was an awkward silence in which she breathed heavily, but eventually leaned back against the wall, her eyes closed. "Your freezing…" He breathed, placing a hand against her forearm. "Where's Sawyer?"

"Aspirin…"

"Ok, come on. Lets get you to bed." He took her arm and pulled her upwards.

"No…" She began, trying to pull away. "I feel sick."

"I'll get you a bowl." He smiled gently, "C'mon." Jack put his arm over her shoulder and lifted her slightly, letting her head flop gently against his arm. "How much have you had to drink?"

"Only a little bit… but I think I threw it all up…" She grimaced, sighing as Jack helped her down onto the bed, and pulled the duvet up over her shoulders.

"Yeah, well, I'd like to see you in the morning." He chuckled softly, helping her lay back on the pillow.

"I'd rather stay in the bathroom…" She sighed, rubbing her lips nervously.

"Like I said, there's a bowl in the kitchen." He smiled sadly, giving Kate the familiar uncomfortable feeling in her stomach. He pulled the duvet over her again, tucking her up like a baby and brushing the hair out of her eyes with his fingers. "I'm gonna get that aspirin."

"Kay…" He smiled and backed out the room, wincing as the thumping music filtered through. Kate lay in the semi-darkness for five minutes, feeling her head pound and her stomach turn, until a rather flushed looking Sawyer returned, a crumpled packet in his fingers and a half empty glass clutched in his right hand.

"I thought you felt sick." He said accusingly, putting the glass down heavily on the side table and popping on of the pills. "Here…" She took it between her thumb and forefinger and placed it in her mouth along with a swig of water. He sat on the edge of the bed and put his head in his hands, the silence descending again. He didn't move and kept quiet, Kate couldn't tell if he was just resting of whether he was upset, but her head was hurting so badly she didn't ask. There was another thump of music, as Jack appeared from the hallway, standing sheepishly with a round blue bowl. He froze when he saw Sawyer, but went forward bravely placing it by Kate's side, who instantly turned over to face it.

"You ok?" He asked softly.

"She's fine." Sawyer snapped, not moving his hands from his head.

"I asked Kate." He said frostily.

"I'm ok-."

"See?" Jack let out an angry breath, and put a hand on Kate's arm.

"You need anything?" He asked, taking a seat at the bottom of the bed, glaring at Sawyer out the corner of his eye.

"She's just drunk, she's fine." Kate winced and looked down.

"Drunk? She's just found out Way-… he's her father, I think-."

"I think you'd better leave. Me and Kate got stuff to talk about." The way he said Kate made her flinch.

"Sawyer… just let her sleep."

"You can't tell me what to do." He said, sounding like a petulant child. "Get out the room."

"Not when your like this, she's shaking." He said pointedly, signalling to Kate, who was indeed visibly shivering under the duvet.

"Get out the room!"

"Sawyer." Jack warned. Kate drew her legs up under the duvet and put her head down on her knees, trying to block out the sound of them arguing. Tears escaped through her closed eyes and her nails dug into her legs, as their voice raised louder and louder. She let out a choked sob, but they didn't hear, and carried on arguing. The tears continued to pour down her face, as she made a whimpering noise and clung onto the sheets tighter.

"STOP IT!" Came a shout from the doorway, as the thumping music filled the half lit room, and Kate felt a breath of fresh air.

"Don't get involved Shannon." Sawyer hissed, his face pressed up to Jack's threateningly.

"Look at her!" Came Claire's voice this time, and the two boys looked over at the huddled Kate, still sobbing quietly under the covers. Sawyer swore quietly, and Jack looked guilty as Claire wrapped her arms round her, and glared accusingly at them. "Get out…" She snapped, stroking Kate's hair softly to try and quieten her cries. There was some kind of scuffle, but Kate was oblivious to the whole thing, and stayed in Claire's arms for the next couple of minutes, until it was just the three girls in the room, the lights turned down dim for Kate's sake, and the covers wrapped round them all, as the music died away downstairs, and the guest lefts, and all that could be heard was the broken girls sobs echoing through the house.

Poor Kate :O