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Author's Note: Muahaha! You guys will be shocked at the end of this chappie...i hope. Okay so Desmond is yet to make an appearance, but he is definately in the next one, or maybe even this one...

Sausage: Your sister isn't psycho, she just has good taste if she like Gerard Butler...exceptI just saw some screencaps of a film in which he HUMPS a CAMEL...a CAMEL!lucky camel:( lol! Thanks for the heads up on the site, i'll make sure to check it out.

Painter815: Thanks!I like the way i write Sawyer too, well, i like anything about Sawyer lol. I had to ask my friend if i could use her in a story lol, i was like "oh btw you die like...straight away." Kate! you voted for KATE! That is good and bad, considering i hate her, well, dislike her, hate is too strong a word. But it is good coz it certainly stirs things up a little...even if Kate doesn't appear as the cameo character...i'm pretty sure she'll be in it later on anyway.

Darkblaze666: Thanks for the review! Yes Tegan is my real friend and the kitten part was true, but the way we met was much more bizarre..lol, so i took a few liberties with that part. And of course she isn't really dead, lol, so that last part is completely made up.

Brenenna: Wow, i made you cry? I'm sorry, I think, although that was the mood i was going for. I suppose Shannon does know what Morgan went through, and i think Shannon would be fun to write too. Thanks for the review, i had a bit of trouble with the last chapter so thanks for the compliment:)

phoenix inferno: Ha ha! i see you like Charlie a LOT. Tell you what, even if he doesn't win, i'll make sure he is in the story, okay? As a present for always reviewing for every chapter. lol.

Blackcat69: You are so...bubbly...i wish i was that happy all the time. :) I love cats too...but when we were moving my cat ran away, and i haven't seen him since...it was 3 months ago:( . I will have a nice day, coz its the Melbourne Cup races today and my mum just won $170 on a horse called Makaybe Diva! They have the dumbest names...anyway, thanks for the review!

Chapter 7

I fall.

"Bloody hell!" I mutter as I get up from the dirty ground. Sawyer simply laughs.

"That's…what, the third time now," he asks, trying to hide a grin.

"It's these damn shoes!"

"Yeah, sure it is," he agrees sarcastically. "Well, whether it's your shoes or your damn failure to walk normally…can you fix it? Stomping around like an elephant is probably not the best thing to do in this place," he scolds.

This is one of the first times he has shown some maturity, and it makes me remember that he is nearly ten years older than me. 'You're still a kid', that's what he had said earlier. Why do I even care? And even more importantly,why am I blushing?

"Fine." I pull of my shoes and slam them into his chest, hard. "You hold them if they're bothering you so much." I walk away, silently, now that my shoes are off.

"I ain't carrying your damn shoes," he protests, shoes in hand.

"Well, actually you are, besides I don't have any room in my bag."

"Well, I ain't holding them so…take the damn things."

"Alright, I'll put them in your bag."

"Fine."

I unzip his bag, and squash down its contents when something catches my eye. I pull it out and gape.

It's a gun.

I drop it as if it is poisonous. It is about now I realize that I don't know who or what the hell this man is.

"Hey, what's taking so long?" he inquires.

"Why do you have a gun in your bag," I ask with a slightly shaky voice.

Sawyer stiffens and turns his head the side. "What?"

I round on him. "Why the hell do you have a bloody gun in your bag!"

"Why the hell were you goin' through my stuff? All you were supposed to be doin' was puttin-"

I bend down a pick the gun up. "Answer me! Why?" I try my best to look imposing as I point the gun at him. I might just look it if my bloody arm wasn't shaking so much.

"It's not mine-"

"Well who's is it then?"

"We had a U.S marshal on the plane. He died, I took his gun."

"Why'd you take it?"

"'cause of friggen nuts like you! I don't know about you darlin', but I actually want to stay alive and get off this damn island. So that," he indicates with his head to the gun in my hand, "seemed like a good thing to have with me."

I calm down a little. "Okay, are there…any-" oh c'mon woman, sound a little more scared why don't you? I try to stop the slight tremor in my voice." Are there any…you know… bullets in it?"

Sawyer lets out a loud noise that could only be described as a guffaw. He stops when I point the gun down at his nether-region. "You act like you ain't never seen a gun before…you have, right?"

I smile. If only you knew, you wouldn't think I was such a child after all. " I've seen a gun…I've felt a gun. I've felt one digging into my skin; I've heard the trigger cock back... Maybe that's why I'm a little…anxious around them," I admit dryly, and it gives me some kind of sick pleasure to see Sawyer's grin slide of his face and be replaced with wide eyes and an open mouth.

"Hey, don't feel too bad…it happened a long time ago. So…how do I get these bullets out then?"

"You shoot it," comes his sarcastic reply. Wow he recovers fast.

"Don't tempt me…I just might."

"You don't have it in ya" he taunts.

I don't dignify that with an answer, perhaps because he is right.

"There's a button on the side, press it, and the magazine will fall out. Then, hold the grip thing and pull out the top of the gun. But I wouldn't be doing that if I were you."

"Why not?" I ask suspiciously.

"Well maybe you forgot, but were out here in the jungle of mystery. There is somethin' out there that is makin' those damn noises; not to mention the polar bear I shot out here once."

"What? A polar bear? I may not know where I am but I do know that we aren't in bloody Antarctica."

Sawyer rolls his eyes. "It's a long story."

"Well, we have all the time in the world, unless you have some other place to be."

"I'll tell you what, you stop pointing that thing at my bits and then we can chat, alright with you sweet cheeks?"

I reluctantly lower the gun. "Don't call me sweet cheeks, or darlin' or roo girl; I have a name for a reason."

He completely ignores me as if I hadn't even spoken and slowly, very slowly walks closer to me. "So anyway girly, we were walkin' through the jungle and all of a sudden there is this noise in the bushes. Everyone starts running, but not me. I pull out my gun and take it like a man. Out pops this damn polar bear, and it's coming straight for me, and then BANG, BANG, BANG. No more bear." It occurs to me that Sawyer is probably a very dangerous man. He yanks the gun out of my hand.

"Hey! What are you doing…if you shoot me…" wow, I'm really great at threats.

"You'll what? Whine my ear off? Well you do that now anyway so it's really no difference," Sawyer remarks maliciously as he points the gun at me.

"Sawyer, stop mucking around. Don't be an idiot."

"I never muck around," He says seriously.

"Please…I…I helped you. I saved you. You would've died if it wasn't for me. Put the gun down, please Sawyer, before you do something you'll regret." Sawyer doesn't react well to what I've just said and I mentally kick myself.

He laughs, and the sheer coldness of it makes me shiver. "You didn't save me, you almost killed me." He rounds on me and we are almost touching. "And you have no idea what I'd do, what I have done, to survive."

I feel coldness in the pit of my stomach; oh no, it's the gun digging into my ribs. I'm going to die. Sawyer is going to kill me. I'm going to die. I don't want to die. I trusted a complete stranger and now I'm going to die. Tears spring up in my eyes and my chin begins to tremble.

"Here is some advice darlin', never trust anyone. People lie, and cheat, and kill, and that's how the world is. So you either learn to lie, cheat and kill, or you die. You didn't learn quick enough."

I tremble.

The gun cocks back. He squeezes the Trigger.