A/N: Well...i thought i might as well give this fic something that resembles an ending...although i love Sawyer and i think i could write him forever. Again, be kind please. Constructive criticism is very much welcome. I really hope the girl is not a mary-sue, as i rather despise them.

Chapter Two

I falter.

I sit there gaping as the semi-healed wound starts to bleed. The patch of blood on his shirt gets bigger, and for some reason I don't want this man to die, even though it seemed as though death is what he wished upon me. A shaking hand checks for a pulse, and I wish I learnt proper CPR. My hands skate down his chest to the bottom of his shirt and I rip a strip off the bottom with my teeth. I roll it into a ball and press down firmly over the wound. I have no idea what I am doing, and this man is going to die because of it. The ball of shirt is now a deep red. There is blood, so much blood, all over my hands.

I shakily stand up. "Stay there", I tell the half dead man. I mentally slap myself for the stupid remark and run towards my camp site. I run down the beach as fast as I can and look frantically for my backpack, the one with medical supplies. I do a double take as I find it, fling it over my shoulder and bolt back to the man. I empty the contents of the bag onto the beach, and find a bandage. What do I do now? I grab the tiny pair of scissors from my toiletry Bag and cut up one side of the mans shirt. Half his chest is tinged red. I look anxiously for something to cover the wound with, and as a last resort, I find a pad, tear it from its wrapper and cover the wound with it. I can imagine the look on his face when I tell him he survived because of a pad! If he survives.

I move behind him and gingerly lift his back so I can wrap the bandage around him. I hear a groan and I crane my neck around to look at his face. His eyes are still closed. I start to wrap the bandage around him and wonder to myself how in a matter of minutes I had gone from trying to cause this man as much physical pain as possible, to trying to save his life. Ironic, really.

I fix the bandage with a clip and mentally thank my mother for insisting I bring medical supplies on a trip to L.A of all places. I roll up his shirt and place it behind his head. I have to find something for him to wear. The sun is out, and it is a pleasant temperature outside, but to me it is stifling.

I walk quickly back to my camp and rummage through the pile of men's clothes I had found in suitcases, that had washed up on shore, along with the tail end of the plane I was on. I find a red t-shirt (at least the blood won't be so obvious) and jog back to the limp form of the man.

A frown creases his forehead, which has a light sheen of sweat on it, and he is mumbling something. I open a bottle of fresh water, my last, and soak a cloth in it. I stoically wipe the blood of his face, then off his chest and stomach. I move to push the hair away from his eyes and catch myself mid-action, the intimacy of the situation making me stop. After all, he did try and kill me earlier. I don't even know his name, or anything else about him, I reason. I take a swig of water and think about what to do next.

I cry.

The familiar stinging behind my eyes appeared, and before I can stop them, hot, angry tears spill down my face. I cry for myself, for getting stuck on this stupid spit of land. I cry for my family who think their daughter, sister, aunt and grandchild is dead. I cry for the other people on the plane, who could possibly be in the same situation as me, and I cry for this man, who was unlucky enough to be stuck with such a useless bint. I cry myself to sleep.

When I wake, the sun is low and the sky is tinted orange and pink. I wipe sand of the right side of my face and stretch languidly. I look over at the man and am startled to see that he is looking back at me, confusion plastered on his face.

Heat rushes to my cheeks and I wipe my face with my hands to will it away and also to rid myself of the remaining sand. I look down at the white sand and start running my fingers through it, trying to avoid his eyes.

I try to suppress another yawn. "How…how long have you been awake?" I risk a glance at him.

He just gives a grin and ignores my question. "If you wanted to get my clothes off," he stops for a moment to cough, "there are easier ways to do it than tryna kill me." He says with that bloody smirk back on his face. I roll my eyes and cross my arms. "Who are you?" I ask, my voice harsher than I had intended.

"Who am I? Who the hell are you? And why the hell did you find it necessary to beat the crap outta me 'til I passed out!" he yells.

I try to think of some quick retort, buti am too angry for that.I tell him my name. "But feel free to continue to call me feral monkey girl; it has a nice ring to it." I say sarcastically, then ad "I thought you were some bloody monster trying to kill me! What was I supposed to do!" I yell defensively.

"Well what about when you knew that I wasn't a monster, why'd ya insist on frolicking then, monkey girl?" he questions, and he is starting to sit up. Perhaps his situation wasn't as bad as I thought it had been.

"I wasn't 'frolicking', you would know if i was frolicking...and I kept hitting you because you wouldn't let me go! You were a strange man attacking me, and as far as I knew, a psychopath." I top my statement off with a glare.

"Ha! Me, the psychopath? Now that's hilarious!"

I can't believe I wasted the last of my water on him.

"I can't believe I wasted the last of my water on you", I say more harshly than I intended.

For a moment I think I actually saw hurt flicker across his face. "You know, I never asked you to 'save me'. In fact, I wouldn't need 'saving' if you didn't clobber me one!" He moves to get up, and I see him grimace in pain. I stop him with a hand. He smiled condescendingly at me. "If you expect a thank you, you'll be waitin' for a while. It aint my thing darlin'."

He pushes past my hand and walks off stiffly. I follow suit. "You're insufferable, you know that? I saved you from a near fatal experience and you can't even thank me! You're not some god you know. You are a human being, and you can get hurt, contrary to you're beliefs", my voice rising to a yell as I stomp after him.

He rounds on me and growls dangerously, "I would be more worried about whether or not you get hurt, if I were you." He starts stalking towards me with a malicious glint in his eyes, and i stumble backwards, keeping as far away from him as possible. I am now past my knees in water, but he keeps following me. In one impossibly quick movement for somebody who was so badly injured, he lunges forward and pushes me backwards into the water. I shriek as I splash ungracefully into the water. I surface and gasp for air, with what i imagine is a look not unsimilar to the face he pulled when i spat on him.

"The names Sawyer, by the way," He yells as he walks back to shore. I try not to run and attack him, which at the time seemed like a very good idea. Instead I walk slowly out of the water, pulling my hair out of my face, grab the red t-shirt and wipe the water off me. I then throw it at Sawyer's face. "Put some clothes on, would you Kotex. I suppose you're staying for a while, and the sand flies here are terribly hungry." I smirk.

"Kotex? What's that supposed to mean?" he asked, confusion clear on his face.

"You'll see." I say pointedly looking at his bandage.

I think I've made a friend.

I walk back to camp with the sound of the waves crashing on the sand and the indignant shouts of Sawyer trailing behind me.

I groan.

Perhaps being alone wasn't as bad as I had thought.

Well...should i continue or just put you out of your misery and finish it there? Please review, it makes me smile :) I have more playful (or perhaps not-so-playful) banter between them that could make another chapter, or perhaps i could just kill them off and then the story HAS to end?

ummm...it could be a while before the next chapter as i got an idea of adding some flashback stuff to this, only the girls flashbacks though, i dont like messing TOO much with the original characters on this show, they are all so great! The rating would most likely go up, it's some serious stuff i am writing. I'll just have to even it out with more snappy one liners:)

Morganofthefairies

P.S Thankyou so much Alateriel567! Even having one review, and so quickly (about an hour after posting it) makes me so happy! Yes it was Sawyer, here have a cookie. :)