Part 6

The sun was hot, burning the ground into a crisp, hard, earth. Libby's body was lowered into the ground, all of the castaways standing around the edge of the grave, sorrow apparent in their eyes. Ana's was the worst. Her eyes, no longer shone in the light, but caused the shadows to fall on her face in all the wrong ways. She looked tired. The tears welled up in her eyes, everyone could tell. No-one payed any attention to it. Her heart pounded in her chest, her jaw begingin to quiver. She wouldn't let all of these people see her cry. Sawyers arm draped around her waist, pulling her closer to him, her tears vanished.

She felt safe, sheltered in his arms, like nothing could harm her. Her hand found it's way to him, grasping it. Clasping fingers together, they fit.

Rose and Bernard were standing oppostie the couple. Rose glanced up, smiled, then nudged Bernard. His eyes followed hers, a beam growing acorss his face. The crowd suddenly jump at the voise of Sun.

"Boat, boat." All eyes cast out to sea at the luxuary sailboat floating peacefully only a few miles out. Sawyer kissed Ana's head, before raising his site once more to the boat.

" I'll be right back sweet cheeks." He squeezed her hand, one last time. Their connection now broken as he pulled his hand from hers, rushing down the beach towards the sea and the boat. He was closely followed by Jack and Sayid.

She sat on the lower bunk as he paced the floor before her.

"You're gonna burn a hole in the floor in a minute cowboy." Her eyebrow raised, a slight smirk across her lips.

"So what did you say this guys name was?" He paused his pacing, glancing up at her through his ragy, blonde hair; lips slightly parted.

"Desmond." He resumed his pacing. A sigh escaped Ana's lips.

"Well how did he get out there?" This time, Sawyer did not pause his pacing, but continued to do so while giving his answer.

"I already told ya all this chica. I'm not goin' through it again." She sighed again. Standing, with slight difficulty, before standing in the southerner's path. His eyes came up to meet hers. Head slightly cocked to one side.

"Are you trying to get dry or something? Cause you've been doing that for the past half hour, and it doesn't lok to me as if you're even damp anymore." His eyes hardened.

"What would you know." A growl erupted from somewhere inside her, anger flarring up, turning her face slightly pink.

"What the hell is your problem, cowboy? One minute, your all like, hell i love you chica. Then the next your just like an empty shell. What the heck did I do to make you so damb angry with me? huh?" He sighed, glancing up at the dark beauty. Her arms crossed across her chest, her stance highly unfriendly.

"You never loved me chica, you never even liked me, but hell no, I'll just play along. Get myself a servant like little miss spoilt ass. Break the guys heart when I'm sick of him doin' everythin' for me." Something inside her exploded.

"What the heck are you talking about? huh Sawyer? You think you know me so well, don't you? Well you know what? You don't. Bet you can't guess what I'm about to do, get myself out of here, away from the most annoying person on this island, before my fist gets awful friendly with his face."

By this time, a crowd had formed. Everyone was staring at the southerner and the latina, their argument the most interesting thing that had happened since the shooting. All eyes were fixed, curious to see what would happen next.

"Well fine, you go and do that chica. See if I care when you fall off a cliff in the dark, and then we'll see who looks afta ya when you need it." She turned to storm out, pushing through the crowd. Sawyer followed, he wanted to watch her storm out of his life, hopefully forever. A warning went off in his mind. In the corner of his eye, a man stood in the corner, a man with a gun. An "other". Running towards Ana he lept though the air, flying towards her, just like he would of had he of had wings. A painful shot rang through the air. The stabbing pain, shooting through him. Grabbing Sawyer's the gun from the floor, she retaliated. The other now lying flat on the floor. Crimson, red stains splattered up the walls.

She turned to Sawyer.

"I'm alright Chica. Just scrapped my arm." But as Sawyer stood up, he noticed something that scared him even more.