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Umm...the rating is going up because...well there are hints at things that are not good for kiddies.

Chapter Three

I sigh.

I poke absent mindedly at the fire, which Sawyer gave no help in making, even though it was quite obvious that I am rather useless at it. I look over at him. He is reclining on a make-shift bed made out of clothes and tarps, the very tarps that were part of my little tent. I remind him again of this, and again he says that I don't need to worry, it's not going to rain for a while. I tell him again that he is not a weatherman and that I'm not worried, just annoyed and now tarp-less. I muse on this fact for a moment, and realize that I am glowering at him, and fix my face into a somewhat pleasant facial expression.

"Well, now that you have my tarp, would it be possible for me to know who you really are, and where the hell you came from?" I ask with a tight smile that is so obviously laced with anger I could almost laugh.

"I told you, my name's Sawyer, and at the moment I don't feel much like an interrogation. I did almost die, remember? You should, you're the damn reason for it."

"I said sorry!"

"Well, maybe sorry doesn't cut it!"

"I also gave you my tarps to make your stupid bed and I gave you the last of the fresh water I had!" I count these off on my fingers.

"Oh so you think that in exchange for nearly killin' me, a drop of water and some tarp is gonna fix it? Uh-uh darlin', not even for a second."

"Well, what do I have to do for you to just tell me where the hell you came from?" I ask tiredly.

Sawyer grins in what some people would call a playful way, but it makes me want to tear his eyes right from their sockets. "Well...since you're offerin'..." he raises his eyebrows suggestively and it is such a cliché that I almost pity the poor guy for his lack of originality.

I snicker and roll my eyes at him. "My god, you really are full of yourself, aren't you?"

His grin widens, and it looks as if his face will crack if it gets any bigger, at least, I hope it will. "Well, you know, you could be full of me too if-" The small amount of restraint I was holding vanishes as I hear his crass comment. I throw the stick that I had been poking the fire with right at his face, and it hits home just above his left eye. I am up in an instant, and storm off whilst Sawyer is still currently holding his face; repeating the same four letter curse over and over again.

"What the hell is wrong with you! You're insane, you know that right?" I ignore the questions and keep walking down the beach, although I don't really have anywhere to go.

"Hey! I asked you a question!" His voice rises considerably and I can tell he is closer, but I don't dare turn around. Not because I'm scared, because he doesn't deserve my attention...well, perhaps a little scared.

A rough hand grabs my upper arm harshly, and i turn to face him, my eyes flashing in an unspoken challenge. I notice that there is quite a big gash on his forehead and blood is slowly making its way down his cheekbone. "Well?" he growls, and I'm not sure if it sounds more like a threat or a question. "Well what?" "You know what." His grip on my arm tightens and it is starting to hurt, but I refuse to let him know.

"What's wrong with me? What the hell is wrong with me! You are! This is the scariest time of my life! I had to watch my friend die on this island! I had to survive on my own forsix weeks! I had to be brave and not just give up hope! Then you show up and you won't even help or answer a few simple questions! THAT is what's wrong with me!" tears are running down my face and my face is flushed from anger and embarrassment. It's only now that I notice that he has let go of my arm. I turn away from him and try to calm myself down, ashamed that i had let him see my emotional outburst. After a moment I spare a glance at him and let out a shuddering breath.

His eyes are wide with shock and he replies softly " I...I didn't mean to get you so upset. I was just playin."

"Please... don't say that...it reminds me of someone I don't want to remember." It was too late. I could hear his voice in the back of my mind, and I shut my eyes tightly, willing it to go away.

"Hello Morgan, would you like me to tuck you in?"

"No thanks, I...I'm alright."

"Don't be silly Morgan, you need to be tucked in, and i haven't done it for a long time, have I?"

"Please...don't."

"Shhh..."

"Okay, I won't." I am snapped out of my memory and crash into the present. Sawyer is looking at me wearily, as if I am about to burst into tears again.

"Thank you." I give a small smile. He nods once and then there is silence for a moment.

After much deliberation I stick my hand out. "Let's at least try and be civil towards each other." He looks at it for a moment, deciding whether or not he should, and then shakes it. "Deal."

"C'mon, you need that war wound looked at." I look up at the gash i made on his head.

"Oh, you mean the one I got when you threw a stick at me," he smiles "can I really trust you with my injuries?"

"I made a deal to be civil, didn't I?"

"Well, yes, but you didn't promise to be gentle."

I laugh.

"That's because I only make promises I intend to keep."

Oh God! Now that i've started this story, i don't think i can stop! It will probably be a while until i update next, as i am finishing my last month of highschool in four days, then exams!aaaggghh! REVIEW PLEEEAAASE! i LIVE for reviews. C'mon, it's really easy!

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