Yeah, just a little warning, flashbacks are in italic!

Sawyer strolled into the bathroom and turned on the shower, he ran the water hot and steamy so the glass became blurred with steam before he stepped inside, cooling the water as he did so. The pleasant warm run of water trickled through his hair and seemed to massage his aching head.

His head sorted through he emotions he was feeling right now, obviously he was angry, he had just lost over $100, 000 to some fugitive, he supposed he should be thankful she had not taken it all and that he still had around $150, 000 to live on, yet he was still annoyed he would have to go back to conning earlier than he had anticipated. The other thing on his mind was Kate. Not the fact that she had stolen the money though, which would have been quite reasonable, but actually her. Sawyer, the man that he was, had had many one-night stands in his life, and whether he found them gone or still there the next morning, they didn't even enter his head, once they had left they left taking all trace of memory with them, of course some left an impression… Sawyer remembered fondly a tall, leggy blonde he had met somewhere in New York, Sticks, he had called her thanks to those long, sun kissed legs.

It wasn't just Kate's body that was stuck in his mind either, not that he was saying anything against it, that girl had one of the finest figures Sawyer had ever seen, but it was her, their earlier banter in the bar as he tried to chat her up, even the way they had talked the first time before they fell to sleep… the time before they where awoken by the police.

"So…" Sawyer said, somewhat uneasily, he had never really been the type for pillow talk, but he had a strange feeling something needed to be said.

"Yeah?" Kate said her voice vague sounding as if she was far away.

"What do you do with yer life then?" He asked lamely, not thinking of anything else to say.

"Uh… why is that important?" Kate asked bemused, why was he asking her such a thing? She had thought he would be simple, sex and for once a warm place to sleep, something which she missed, since her dusty motel room only had a small heater in the corner of the freezing room, but she couldn't help deny that she was enjoying his company too… Wait, was it possible he was on to her? Was that why he was asking?

"Its not" He simply replied. The pair sat in silence for a while.

"I'm a teacher" She lied "I teach high school"

"Course you do Sweet cheeks" Sawyer said, his voice a low rumble, he knew she was lying and the silence she provided led him to believe she knew he knew it too, but when he checked the small body next to him he saw that she was asleep.

Sawyer glanced around the dark room for a while before warily wrapping an arm around her and slipping into sleep himself.

These memories had led Sawyer out of the shower and now he was dressed, he collected the remains of his money, leafing through the crispy notes one more time and shrugging on the large leather coat. He picked up his small travel bag and headed for the reception, he had planned to stay here a little longer, but now he was ready to move on, especially after Kate and the police.

He paid his tab and slung his bag into his car before driving off aimlessly into town, probably heading in search of another bar to spend some time in before he hit the road once more.

Sorry, its a bit of a short chap! A few more chaps of Sawyer/Kate on their own but dont worry, skate will meet again! But Im not going to say if it will be good or bad, only I know... haha!