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Chapter 7::

An awakening aroma filled the air of the small room. Fresh coffee made a scent that rolled from the kitchenette to the living place feet away. The smell woke Sawyer up; he slowly opened his eyes, with much hesitation. His night spent on the small old sofa hadn't done wonders for his back, but it had certainly been an improvement from the former jungle floor on which he laid on night after night. Turning his neck he saw through glazed with sleep eyes the silhouette of a girl. She hurried about the tiny place taking care of numerous tasks. Once the sleep left Sawyer's system he realized that the girl was Londy. He quickly remembered the previously days events. Sitting up more lax than he would have guessed he would have been. Sawyer looked about the room. Despite how little he had noticed the night before, being sleep deprived, he didn't see much more as he looked about. Londy turned her head slightly and saw he was awake; she didn't say anything except.

"She's upstairs."

Sawyer then saw the open door. He walked away from the smell of coffee and walked up the dimly light staircase. The sun shown through the glass in various spaces that were not covered by the aftermath of the storm. Over all the small area was much brighter than the lamp lit downstairs. He saw the back of two brown chairs. Walking around them he saw Kate, curled up in a ball asleep. The wet clothes she had been wearing when she feel asleep were dry and partially hardened from drying in one position. Her hair was even curler than usual since she had slept with it soaked. He didn't have much of an opportunity to take in her resting figure for she soon yawned and woke up. It was as if his very presence had been her alarm clock. In a similar fashion to that which Sawyer had, she blinked and reluctantly opened her eyes.

"Mornin' sleeping beauty." Sawyer said with a grin that could make Kate's knees go weak. She smiled a sleepy smile and whispered at him.

"Good morning."

Sawyer put his hands on the arm rests of the chair and leaned forward. Softly he kissed her the tip of her nose, then either one of her cheeks and finally he gently kissed her lips. Picking her up, in one suave motion he sat where she had been sitting and placed her in his lap. Kate leaned her head against his shoulder and let her ringlets fall where they may. Sawyer held her close.

"Why'd ya sleep up here, Freckles?" He asked out of curiosity.

Kate kept her head on his shoulder and didn't bother to lift her eyes to his.

"I came up to check out the place and fell asleep by accident." Kate answered almost in a laugh. She began to smell the coffee downstairs.

"You made coffee?" Kate asked lifting her head to see his face. She had a quizzical cute smile on her face. It was almost as if she questioned his ability to do anything pertaining to housework.

"Naw, Londy did." Sawyer said rolling his eyes for real no reason. Kate laid her head back on Sawyer's shoulder feeling a sense to relief and confusion at the same moment. Kate was snuggled close against him; she could feel his body heat. Her mind was the most at peace as it had been in a while; Kate unconsciously sighed as Sawyer played with her hair. It was the most natural thing in the work. Neither of them had ever enjoyed cuddling all that much but it was different. Cuddling was something personal, special that showed a more playful sense of affection. Cuddling showed that everything was more real, showed that the moments were more unique. It was beyond physical, the time it took to cuddle with the pleasure of another's benefit in mind was what made it so special. This was known by the mere twirling of a hair gesture.

"We need to talk to the jungle explorer downstairs about our next play." Sawyer commented while continuing to play with Kate's curls.

"Okay. You want to do that now?"

"Better now than later while marching through the heart of darkness itself."

With that Kate and Sawyer made a last attempt to shake off any sleepiness left in them and start the day. They marched down the narrow stairs leaving the glass room behind.

Londy had finished the morning preparations. On the small kitchen buffet counter top lay two plates of pancakes; made with Dharma pancake mix. A glass or orange juice and a cup up coffee sat beside each plate.

"Bacon should be ready in a minute, how bout you to get started on those pancakes."

Sawyer and Kate looked in shook at the scene before them. London leaned on one hand that rested on the counter top, she wore a faded flower apron that straps wrapped twice around her thin waist. She stood on one bare foot and balanced the other against the inside of her knee. With a spatula in hand she continued to cook the bacon.

Sawyer and Kate had never been looked after all that much, and they had certainly never gotten use to being served breakfast. Too hungry and confused to come up with questions they began to eat their breakfast. Each of them poured a generous amount of syrup on their stacks of pancakes.

"Crispy?" Londy asked turning her head slighting in their direction.

"Crispy for me" Kate said in a lighthearted tone.

"Same here." Sawyer responded with a mouthful of pancakes.

"Coming right up." Londy informed them. She held a motherish tone in her voice as she finished the final preparation for their morning meal.

Sawyer took a sip of the dark coffee. He felt the hot liquid run down his throat and he became more alert at once. Londy slide two pieces of crisp bacon on each on their plates then turned away. Kate lifted her eyes and watched Londy clean up the mess she had made when making the meal. She worked with a certain air of familiarity. She appeared to be as much in her element there as she had been in the middle of the jungle. Kate's metal thoughts drifted so far that she asked nearly unintentional.

"How did you get to be this way?" She held her fork with a piece of cut pancake in her hand.

Londy didn't act surprised by the question. She finished cleaning rather quickly then took a cup of orange juice in her hand and leaned against the counter top opposite the couple. Her feet crossed over each other and her hair lay in a tangled pony tail upon her head. She took a small sip of juice then looked at Kate.

"What way?" She asked with a tone that suggested she already knew which way.

"This way! You can hike for miles, shoot a gun, track, cook, and I can't figure out to save my life if you are a nice girl who acts tuff or a tuff girl that acts nice. How did you get to be the way you are?" Kate asked in open tone that revealed her true confusion entirely.

Sawyer stared at Londy chewing on a bight of bacon. Truth be told he was enjoying the meal a great deal. He didn't protest to the conversation, in fact he was wondering the answer to Kate's question himself.

Sipping her pulp free juice Londy looked at the two of them.

"We'll swap campfire stories later, sweetie; cuz right now we got a long ways to go. We are gonna head outta here in about twenty minutes so you're gonna wanna get ready. For now all you need to know is, I know what I am doing and you can trust me." Londy answered bluntly. She then threw the remaining juice down the drain and took a tangerine from the fruit basket that she had put together earlier that morning. Walking out of the kitchen she took off the apron, reveling a blood stain from the day before not even the rain had been able to get out.

She hardly took notice of the red blotch. Her natural reaction to such an evident thing such as a blood stain was peculiar. It was as f it wasn't there, it was as if the incident the day before had already escaped her memory. She packed the backpack with just necessities. Her hands smelled of bacon grease and there was a smudge of flour from pancake mix on her cheek. Between the stained shirt and cook appearance Londy came off as quiet strange that morning.

Sawyer and Kate finished their breakfast enjoying the last morsels of civilized food they would eat for a while. They then went to go get ready to leave.

"Got any idea of where we're goin'?" Sawyer asked while putting on his backpack. His eyes met Londy's.

"Yup." She said bluntly. Londy then threw him another hand gun. "There were only four of these here; so we each have one more gun than what we started with."

"And the fourth one?" Kate asked looking up at Londy from the crouched position she was in.

"We don't need it now; so I packed it up in case we do later."

Kate was satisfied with her answer so she let it go and took the extra gun Londy gave her.

As they opened the hatch door a floor of mid-morning sunshine greeted them. Birds could be heard chirping cheerful songs in different trees all around them. The dirt was soft beneath their feet thanks to the rain the night before. The world held a green tent to it. Being distracted by the storm the night before Sawyer and Kate had not realized how high up they had climbed. The air had a slightly fresher taste to it, and the sunshine glowed brighter. Although it all could have been an allusion created by the better than most morning they had just experiences they opted to live in a delusion and pretend they were in a better place.

"Wouldn't it be better if we traveled at night?" Kate asked Londy in a voice that implied she thought she knew better.

Londy didn't turn she kept walking as she answered.

"You really think it would make a difference? This is their island, doesn't matter what time of day it is. They know where they are going and what they are doing."

"And what exactly is it we are doing and where exactly are we going Sawyer asked?" Sawyer asked.

Londy turned and looked at the two walking side by side out of the corner of her eyes.

"I can't tell you what you to are doing, only you can tell yourself that. But as for where you're goin' you are goin' West to where your friends are. Lets just say the other day you to took a wrong turn, unintentionally, of course." Londy said her words broken. Her mind was going back and worth from talking and watching her footwork while treading up a hill. "So to get where you wanna be… to do what you wanna do, it's gonna take a lil while."

Sawyer and Kate looked at each other quickly. With questioning eyes Kate looked straight at Sawyer. It was as if she could see through him into his very thoughts. Without having to utter a word she understood that he was there. He was supportive, and that he wouldn't have taken another step unless he was sure she would come out alright in the end. Knowing a person so well as to know their thoughts scared Kate. She had never been so close to some one before, she had never been so vulnerable. he truly knew her, as she did him. There wasn't a single lie she could say to cover herself up, he could judge her to well.

Looking at the man beside her as he took steps up the hill side, as she saw him place his foot carefully on rocks and look back to make sure she was ok, she knew she couldn't have been in better care. If there had ever been one person she could trust she knew it was him. Because no one had ever cared more for her, no one had ever held her in such awe. When difficult steps uphill came along Sawyer would steady himself and reach out behind him to help her up. Kate accepted his help even when she probably could have made the climb on her own. Her hand in his as he helped pulled her up the cliff was all the reassurance Kate needed that everything was going to work out, some how, some way; even if not in the way planned.