Author's Note: Sorry it has taken so long, i've been...err...well, i just officially graduated form highschool so i have been 'relaxing' for the past few days. :P This chapter is what some would call 'filler', but i like to think of it as a great spot to put shameless flirting and sarcasm and all those wonderful things! OH and PLEASE check out my other little tiny teeny ficcie called "Thank god it's friday", it's about Morgan and an encounter with someone from the crash...sound interesting, i hope so! lol. If i get a couple more reviews i'll do some with other character's too.

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ZELINA: I think there have been really small moments where Sawyer has shown a little sympathy, like when he and mike where on the raft and...well i can't remember what was said, but he is getting softer. I am glad you think Morgan isn't a mary-sue, I'm not offended by you listing her flaws, i actually appreciate it! Thanks for your review :D

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Chapter Ten

I grunt.

What the hell is this guy made of? I mean I know he is rather big, but it feels like I'm lugging a baby elephant along.

The burning sensation on my wrists is starting to be replaced with a numbness that most likely isn't a good thing. If I was alone and in this much pain, I'd be crying, but there is no way in hell I am shedding a tear with this guy.

"Can we please stop? I can't…can't keep going," I beg breathlessly.

The man turns towards me and sighs. "You're tryin' to make this hard, aren't yeh?" he asks in his think Scottish brogue.

I look at him in disbelief . "This IS hard! You are making me drag a full grown man through the jungle! Sorry if I'm taking a while, but it isn't something I've had much practice with."

He chuckles. "You're definitely Australian aren't yeh?" he asks, cocking his head to the side.

I narrow my eyes. "Yes, why?"

"Well you're ability to complain about everythin', and try and whine your way out of anythin' involving physical movement gave it away. Along with you're accent."

"You are so lucky that my hands are tied right now," I threaten, trying to sound menacing.

"Are you always like this, or have I just caught you on a bad day?" he asks, amused.

"Bad day? Oh no, today has been just peachy, a real blast," I say sarcastically.

"Does it not tire you, being so sarcastic?"

"One could ask the same question to you," I point out.

"Or one could start movin' again. Break time's over, giddy up." And with that he sets off through the jungle, me lugging behind.

Minutes pass with nothing but the occasional bird call and the steady rhythm of our combined footfalls, but once in a while Sawyer moans and I check to see if he is awake. Nope, still out cold. I hope he wakes up soon, I can imagine how raw my wrists are…wow my face is itchy. Maybe if I don't think about it then it'll go away. I wonder what Sawyer's thinking about while I lug him around the jungle? Okay, it is still itchy. I try and wipe my face on my shoulder, but I can't reach the spot.

I growl.

The noise catches the man's attention. "What's wrong with you now?"

"I have an itchy nose. It's driving me crazy."

He just laughs, he laughs at my pain.

"Well?" I question expectantly.

"Well what?" he raises an eyebrow.

"Well…can you, you know, scratch it for me?" I ask warily.

"You want me to scratch your nose?" he asks, a grin slapped on his face.

"Yes. Perhaps you have forgotten, my hands are literally tied at the moment," I snap.

"Errr…"

"Oh god, I'm not asking you to have my babies! If you're scared of getting 'girl germs' I have no problem with you using your sleeve."

He ponders this for a moment before finally agreeing. "I suppose I could do that."

He leans forward and scratches my nose, not looking me in the eyes.

The itchiness dies away. "Thankyou. That's the best I've ever had." I say, smiling cheekily at him.

He looks surprised. "Are you flirtin' with me? I know I've been away from women for a while, but-"

"No, it was just a joke," I insist.

"Good, because no amount of flirtin' is gonna get that rope off you."

"Damn, it was all part of my evil plan. You know, first it's scratch my nose, then scratch my neck, then god knows what I'll be asking you to scratch."

He laughs. "You're terrible, you are."

"Actually, I'm Morgan."

"Hello Morgan, I'm Desmond." He sticks his hand out. "Oh…right, your hands," he finishes lamely. Perhaps flirting is a way to get out of this damn situation after all…

"I really hate to interrupt your little chat here, but what the hell is goin' on?" A voice that is distinctly Sawyer says.

"Sawyer! You're awake…thank god." I kneel down beside him.

He looks surprised. "You're certainly happy to see me."

"Do you know how heavy you are?"

"Oh well it's nice to know you care so much," he says dryly.

"That's okay sweetie." I smirk.

"I can knock myself out again if you two wanna keep playin' the old 'I'll show you mine if you show me yours' game." He smirks, and it is much better than mine.

"Would you? 'Cause you've been awake for about ten seconds and you've already succeeded in being an ass," I say harshly.

"You know what? You're a whole lot nicer in my dreams."

"What?"

"Oh nothin'." He grins that arrogant bloody grin he loves so much.

"You've been dreaming about me? Wow, that's kind of awkward and funny at the same time."

"Oh if you knew what the dream was about then I'm sure you'd feel a lot more awkward, darlin'."

I narrow me eyes, and try to hide the blush I can feel coming. "You're really good at annoying the shit out of me."

"At least I'm good at somethin'."

"Excuse me? It's almost dark, you can have your little reunion later, right?" Desmond snaps.

"Sure, when you untie me from him, we'll keep going."

"Sorry?" confusion is clear on his dark face.

"You heard me, untie me from him, we'll move a hell of a lot faster if I'm not stuck pulling THAT for another few kilometers," I say, trying to sound logical.

"Do you mind not calling me 'that', I am a human being, ya know," Sawyer grumbles.

"Could've fooled me," I retort.

Alright, Alright! If you two stop arguing like a married couple." Desmond unties the rope connecting Sawyer and I.

"Okay, now can I have my hands tied at the front? It's a lot easier than having you scratch any itches I get for the next…however long it takes." I know I'm pushing my luck, but this idea could actually work.

"I'll be glad to help scratch any itches you got, sweetie," Sawyer remarks in a way he probably believes to be charming.

Oh god. He's back on form already.

I completely ignore his idiotic remark, and the warmness in my cheeks, and turn to Desmond. "So, will you?"

"No funny business, right?"

"No funny business," I say resolutely.

As soon as I fee the rope slack I hook my left arm around and punch the man, Desmond, right in the face. He twists to the side and almost manages to not fall over. I leap forward, and pin him to the ground, my arms holding his and my legs squashing his together as hard as I can. "Was that funny?" I ask breathlessly.

"Bitch."

"Look, I don't wanna have to tie you up like some prisoner, but if you aren't going to cooperate then I don't really have a choice."

"What do you mean you're not gonna tie him up? The guy's insane!"

"Sawyer, please stay out of this, the adults need to talk, okay?"

"He's right, you are a bitch."

"So, either you can help us, and we can all stay rope-less or you can cause trouble and see just how raw your wrists get when I tie you up."

Desmond thinks for a while. "How do I know you won't kill me?"

"Don't you think I would've done it by now? Besides, what's there to stop you from killing us? You, after all, are the gun wielding maniac who just randomly popped out of the jungle."

"Okay, I'll…I promise I won't run away and I won't try to kill you."

"And you won't tie us up again?" I ask skeptically.

"And I won't tie you up again."

I stick my hand out. "Deal."

"Deal,"he states. "Now will you get off me?"

I get up off Desmond and dust myself off as I walk over to Sawyer. "Now, are you going to be a good boy?" I ask, smiling condescendingly.

"Just get it off me."

"What's the magic word?" I say in mock-sweetness.

"Now!"

"Didn't your mother teach you any manners?" I ask as I undo the rope at his feet and hands.

"Don't you dare talk about my mother," he growls in a low, dangerous voice.

There is an awkward silence for a while, and Sawyer breaks it by forcefully pushing himself up off the ground. I jerk backwards to avoid getting knocked down.

"Look, it's getting dark. We can't go on any further, and I don't know about you, but I'm really quite tired."

"She's right, we should find somewhere safe to sleep the night," Desmond states matter-of-factly.

Ten minutes later we are sitting in a shallow ditch surrounded thickly by trees and leafy shrubs. Desmond is sitting opposite me, eating from a tin of food that looks to be baked beans. My stomach rumbles just from the sight. Where did he get that from anyway? There's a funny symbol on the tin, like a weird hexagon.

Desmond notices that I'm looking at him and smiles, so I snap my eyes away and look at the leafy ground. He pokes me with his finger and offers me the tin. "You can have the rest, if you'd like." I lick my lips and look towards Sawyer, who is still glowering, but now at me.

"Okay, thanks." I take the tin and tip it upside down. It is as if I am eating the most delicious, tasty meal in the world. I remember myself eventually, and reluctantly hand the tin to Sawyer. He stares at the almost empty tin, then up at me, and then at the tin again. Eventually he grabs the tin from me and eats. I wonder as I watch him if my face looked quite so hilarious. He has sauce dripping down his chin and I think I spot the smallest of grins on his face.

"You didn't have to give us any, you know?" I tell Desmond, who is now lying down.

"I know."

I frown. Perhaps I was a little harsh on the guy; he doesn't seem to be crazy after all. I grab a shirt from my pack and cover myself with it.

I yawn.

I lie down and close my eyes, trying to find a comfortable position. I wonder why Sawyer had dreamt about me, or more importantly, what I had been doing in said dream.

Please don't hurt me! yes, yes i know nothing much happened...but sometimes people get bored right? Even if they're stuck in the 'jungle of mystery' as sawyer puts it. I promise something (i find) hilarious happens soon, and i think you guys will be shocked and like "what the?" too. Review please! (and check out other story plz) ;) i am SUCH a review whore LOL!