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Chapter 2

"Freckles…" Sawyer pushed Kate off of him and got up quickly.

"What's wrong?" Kate asked irritably.

"Nothing."

"If you say so." Kate sat up, wiped the tears from her eyes which she hadn't realised Sawyer had noticed, and folded her arms across her chest, annoyed. "Why did you get up then?"

"I don't feel like doing it."

Kate let out a laugh. "Oh, c'mon Sawyer, we all know that's never true." She smirked.

Oh god, thought Sawyer, why did she have to laugh? Why did she have to have a god dam laugh? It just made her more beautiful and alluring. And it was times like that, which made him want to touch her even more…But no. He had already decided that he couldn't do this. He couldn't do this to either of them. It was false and fake and they both knew that. Or that's what he thought anyway.

"I'm not doing this anymore, Kate." He stressed her name, making it clear that he was angry with her.

"You called me Kate." She frowned, confused.

"Yeah, and?"

"You never call me Kate." She grabbed her vest top from the floor and pulled it over her head. Sawyer couldn't resist the temptation to admire her body once more, and watch her closely.

"Wow, your quick, what d'ya go to college to pick that one up? One gold star for ya, sweet cheeks." He knew she didn't go to college but that didn't matter right now.

"What's the matter with you?" She got up, and walked over to him.

"I already told you, nothing's the matter with me. Something's gotta be the matter with you though." She was standing close to him now, so close that they could feel each other's breath on their bodies. The heat and anger radiating from both of them didn't go unmissed.

"Why are you being like this?"

'I'm not being like anything."

"God, I should have known you would have one of your sulks soon." Kate said, sighing.

"I'm sulking, freckles. I think we need to take a look at the big picture here."

"What was that supposed to mean?"

"It means your not seeing the big picture."

Kate rolled her eyes. "And what does that mean?"

"It means that I aint the one sulking here, freckles." He raised his eyebrows, and gave Kate an icy glare.

"You're implying that I'm sulking? Get real Sawyer, how am I sulk-"

"Before you even finish that sentence, sassafras, I have the answer already. I'm talking about you sulking over a certain island Doc." Sawyer spat, and turned away.

Kate's mouth tried to form words, but they didn't come so she stared down at the floor and avoided looking at the man in front of her. Sawyer realised that Kate was silent for the first time in this whole argument. He stole a glance at her, only to find that her mouth was tightly closed, and her whole face had screwed up.

"Get out." Her voice was deadly quiet, but her words didn't go unheard.

"What ya talking about freckles? It's my tent! I'm hardly gonna leave it now am I. If anyone, you should leave." Sawyer was facing Kate again. He grabbed her arm roughly and forced her towards the tent opening.

"Don't worry I'm leaving now." She snapped angrily. Kate swivelled out of Sawyer's grasp, flinging his arm away from her. She stormed out of the tent, resisting the urge to look back.

"Damn." Sawyer muttered, kicking the sand in frustration. He hadn't meant for it to go like that or anything like that. Why did she always make things so difficult? And why could he never say exactly what he wanted to say?

The one thing that Sawyer knew was that this argument was far from over. In fact, it had hardly started. It was very late now, getting into the early hours so he decided that the best thing to do was sleep. He wasn't going to go running after her. That was something Jack, the hero would do. Not him. He was far too selfish for that. Although part of him was succumbing to the charms of Kate Austen, and he couldn't help but feel a slight pang of guilt for having spoken to her like that. That feeling was swiftly rejected, and replaced by one of anger as he remembered why he had started the argument in the first place. How she was only using him, only biding her time with him.

I guess I'll just have to wait till mornin', thought Sawyer. But somehow the idea wasn't as comforting as he had first thought, as he realised just what he might have to face…