Disclaimer: Noting has changed since the last chapter...

Author's Note: Sorry about the delay, i felt thatthis chapter was too...crappy. But oh well...

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Previously on Lost:

"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 squeeze my eyes shut. I hear the gun cock back. He squeezes the Trigger.

Chapter Eight.

I Die.

Bang.

Dead.

People say that when you die your life flashes before your eyes, all I could see was black. Endless black.

Perhaps this was because I wasn't dead.

My eyes flicker open and lock instantly on to Sawyer's smirking face. I look down and inspect the wound. I don't feel like I was shot. I don't look like I was shot.

I wasn't shot. For some miraculous reason I am alive.

I look up at Sawyer and am surprised to see him with his fist practically shoved into his mouth to stop himself from laughing.

Oh.My.God.

My mouth works silently for words as I try to comprehend what the hell just happened.

"Oh god, don't look at me like that. It was just a joke…I couldn't help myself," he explains whilst still giggling like a little schoolgirl.

I look at Sawyer in complete shock and disbelief.

"What? It's you're fault…you gave me the idea. I just took the bullets out myself…but then you went all 'oh my god sawyer are you gonna shoot me!' and, I suppose, inspiration struck." At least he has the dignity to have stopped laughing at this point.

My face transforms from shock into rage and disgust. I am literally trembling with anger as I try my best not to lunge at him. My restraint doesn't last long.

"You sick BASTARD," I scream as I jerk forward and attack him.

I slap, punch, kick, jab and scratch any part of him that I can get my hands on. I am no longer screaming coherent words as I attack him, just inane ramblings and noises.

Eventually he grabs hold of my arms and I am unable to continue, physically drained. I notice that his old bullet wound is freshly bleeding and he now has long scratches down his arms. I can feel his skin under my nails.

Sawyer pushes me backwards and my back crashes against a tree trunk. I cry out in pain as I feel the gnarled roots and branches break the skin.

"If you ever, ever, hit me again, you won't even live to regret it." Sawyer leans in, and for one fleeting moment I think that he is going to kiss me. The thought both thrills and repulses me. At the last moment he turns so that his mouth is now near my ear. "Understand?" The arrogance in his voice makes me want to do a Mike Tyson and bite his damn ear off, that'd show him just how much I understand.

"You're sick. You're a sick asshole. You are deranged and twisted and…and…you're filth." His eyes snap on mine at the last word, and his left hand almost grabs at my throat, almost, but never quite touches. I can see him shaking as he holds himself back from strangling me to death. He must know that I am baiting him. "Understand," I ask sarcastically.

He slaps me, hard, across the face, and my head snaps to the side. A strange noise akin to both a sob and a laugh escapes my mouth. I succeeded in baiting him, and for that I am glad, but I didn't expect it to hurt so much. When I look back at him I am surprised to see that we both have mirrored faces of shock. His eyes also held something else, what was that, remorse? He instantly lets go of me and takes a few steps backwards.

I am surprised that I can still stand without some support, that is how badly my legs are shaking. The physical blow of the slap wasn't too bad, I've been slapped before, but seeing Sawyer lose complete control was shocking to even himself it seemed. He is running his hand through his hair repetitively and pacing, shaking his head as if he is having some inner battle.

"I'm not like him, I'm not. I'm not like him, I'm not," Sawyer mumbles as he paces, repeating the words like a mantra.

"I think things…got a little out of hand, Sawyer." The sound of his name snaps him out of his reverie and he looks at me sharply.

"I just…it was meant to be a joke. I…I didn't think." Was that an apology? I think it almost counts as one.

"You're damn right you didn't think! I thought…I was so scared. I thought I was going to die! That is not a good joke, Sawyer." I reproach, but it lacks most of the venom that I would usually have.

"You think I don't know that now? It was a dumb thing to do, I get it," he starts to look uneasy, "I…you just went all nuts on me, so I fought back. I didn't…I didn't mean to hit you like that." He won't even look me in the eye. Wow, I think he might actually mean this.

I let the words sink in, and take a note to remember this moment, the moment where Sawyer actually showed remorse for something he did. "I'm sorry too. I just…I couldn't restrain myself…you just laughed and…and I went a little crazy. Does it hurt?" I indicate his shoulder which is now bleeding again.

"Nah, I can take it." He steps closer to me. "Did I…hurt you?" he looks pointedly at the left side of my face.

"What? Oh that…Nah, don't flatter yourself. I've had worse hits from my…well, it was more shock than anything." I shrug; the movement causes me to remember the sharp pain in my back.

"You've had worse hits from who?" he asks seriously, crossing his arms, and for the first time I remember that he has a gun in his hand still.

"Oh…you know, girl fights...that sort of thing," I answer vaguely.

"Girl fights?" he questions skeptically.

"Anyway…we should probably get a move on-"

"Here, take these, this gun is completely useless now, so maybe we can get along a little better." Sawyer hands me the magazine, and I put it in my front pocket.

"Yeah, well at least not try and kill eachoth-"

"Put the gun down, Brotha', or I'll blow your damn head off."

Sawyer and I both turn and look in the direction the voice came from.

I stare.

Standing about four meters away from us is a man holding a gun, pointed directly at Sawyer.

A/N: Dun Dun Duuuuuuuun...who could it be? I think it is pretty obvious who it is...for those who have seen some of series two. I Think that last line of the 'mystery character' is from the show...just so i'm not stealing it. :)

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