A/N: Sorry for the ridiculously long wait for this chapter everyone, but I haven't been home and when I got home I didn't have any inspiration. But now it's here, and the next will come sooner than this did.

Disclaimer: I wouldn't be writing this if I owned even the slightest piece of LOST.

Chapter 2

Kate sat by the fire, poking around the ashes with a stick. Sawyer had ignored her ever since the incident a few hours ago. He hadn't even said 'thank you' or given her any reason to be proud of her actions… he hadn't even looked in her direction.

Kate figured he could be in some kind of shock after the accident, but… he had been like this before it happened too. Something was up with him, and whatever it was, she didn't like it.

Could it be he was acting like this, especially towards her, because there was a chance she could be pregnant? He had made it very clear to her what his opinion about that was, and Kate silently agreed. Getting pregnant was not what she needed right now.

She sighed and glanced towards his tent. The flaps were shut, but Kate had a feeling he were not asleep. Why, she wasn't sure.

She threw the stick into the flames that greedily devoured it. Kate watched for a few seconds, she felt like the flickering of the flames were hypnotizing her somehow. She tore her gaze away, and instead, set it upon his tent. Finally, she got up and began towards it; she had had enough of this.

Kate wrapped her arms around herself as a chilly wind hit her on her bare arms, the safe light from the fire was no longer near her, only darkness surrendered her now.

She reached his tent and wondered if she should knock. But to knock on a tent flap didn't make much sense to her so instead she decided to reveal her presence otherwise.

"Sawyer?" she asked softly.

And as she had expected there came no answer.

"Sawyer?" she asked again. "You in there?" she waited a few seconds. "James?"

Still no sound.

"Come on," she said impatiently, "I know you're in there."

She waited, but he still didn't answer her. She sighed in frustration and for one second she wanted to rip the tent-flap open and just walk right in, but changed her mind. If this was the way he wanted it, she sure as hell wouldn't stand in his way.

"You're unbelievable, you know that?" she said, "you know…" she hesitated before continuing, "maybe I shouldn't have saved you at all; maybe I should have just -" she swallowed and didn't finish the sentence. She shook her head as she walked away.

Inside the tent Sawyer had been listening carefully, and was now nodding his agreement. "Maybe you should've."

"Hey,"

Kate turned her head towards the source of the voice, "Hi." She said and smiled weekly.

"You okay?" Jack asked as he sat down beside her.

"Yeah," Kate said and tried to keep her voice as close to normal as she could, she didn't want him to know she had been crying. "I'm fine."

"You don't look fine."

"I'm fine, Jack. I'm just tired… didn't get much sleep last night."

Jack nodded, "I know what you mean. I don't think a lot of us have slept that well lately"

Jack's voice toned out as Kate unconsciously looked towards Sawyer's tent. If she only knew what was up with him… something was clearly wrong.

Jack looked between her and the tent, "this about Sawyer?" he asked.

"What?" Kate blinked, not really listening, "oh, no, it's not."

Jack didn't look convinced.

"Okay, maybe a little… and everything else; Locke changing sides, Naomi, and Charlie and Desmond's still not back – "

Jack sighed, "I'm sure Charlie and Desmond are fine."

Now it was Kate's turn to sigh, "I'm not so sure… I mean, they've obviously turned the switch, so why aren't they back by now?"

"I don't know."

If only Locke were here, Kate thought as she once again glanced towards Sawyer's tent. Then she could've asked him what happened out there. Because it was since he had been out with Locke he changed. Something happened on that trip, she was sure of it.

Jack looked at Kate again who again was lost in thoughts while staring at Sawyers tent, frowning. "I'll leave you to it, then." He said and got up.

"Yeah, bye." Kate said distracted, still thinking about Sawyer and Locke, and whether or not something had happened while they were out doing, whatever it was they had been doing, together.

Jack brushed sand from his jeans, and with a last look at Kate, walked back to the fire where some of the others sat.

Kate sighed and she too got up, brushed sand off of her jeans and slowly walked towards her own tent. There she lay down on her make-shift bed. As she laid there, inside the cool and dark tent, her thoughts started going in another direction, as she fell asleep her dreams were filled with the sound of running water and muffled screams.

Kate sat up abruptly, panting. At first she didn't remember her dream. But then, slowly and blurry, it came to her.

"Oh, my God," she whispered.