That's Why My Hand Was Shaking by Teenage Anomaly

The world was on fire
No one could save me but you.
Strange what desire will make foolish people do
I never dreamed that I'd meet somebody like you
And I never dreamed that I'd lose somebody like you

No, I don't want to fall in love
This love is only gonna break your heart
No, I don't want to fall in love

Chapter Eleven: The Island Bicycle

The immortal had his hands behind his head and his legs crossed at the ankles, lounging out across my bed like he owned the thing. I just stared at him, at a loss for words. He looked up at me.

"Hello," he said, his voice as nonchalant as his demeanor. I was completely speechless.

"… hi."

I sat down with my legs crossed next to him, trying not to stare. He seemed completely at ease.

"Dude, not to be rude or anything, but what are you doing here?"

"I need to talk to you," he said easily, looking up at me. "This seemed a fairly easy way to get your attention."

"Believe me, you've got it."

"The jungle isn't safe," he said flatly, sitting up and looking me in the eye. "Especially not at night. Even for you."

I said nothing of the feeling I'd had just moments before.

"Those of us who know about you," he continued, looking at me very intently, "would not harm you because we thought you would tell our secrets. However, there are those who are very interested to find out what, exactly, you are."

This made me think of the prick in my arm and I opened my mouth to speak but he shook his head, cutting me off.

"No, let me finish. And those of us who have no idea who you are wouldn't hesitate to kill you. I know you feel at home in the jungle, safe, even, but you can't be alone in it, not as far away from the beach as you've been going, do you understand?"

I nodded and he sighed, gesturing at my arm, his eyes resting on the crook of my elbow.

"And I guess you have a few questions about that."

"A few, yeah."

He chuckled, eyes flashing back up to mine. "I mentioned that some of us are very curious to find out exactly what you are."

"So what, you took my blood?"

"You can be uncannily perceptive."

"Guess that makes two of us."

He was sitting way too close and when he looked at me like that, it felt like there was fire running through my veins instead of blood.

"As I said," he continued, turning to look at me. "Some of us are very, very interested in you."

A dirty grin spread over my face. "You one of 'em?"

He just looked at me for a second before laughing, just once. "You are a piece of work."

"It's a talent. Back to taking my blood…"

He was still looking at me, his ancient eyes guarded. "We gave you a sedative first then took some to do tests on."

"And? What did you find out?"

He just raised an eyebrow. "You really expect me to tell you?"

"No, but I figured it was worth a shot."

He chuckled and rose slowly to his feet. I mimicked him.

"Why did you come here, Richard?"

When I looked in to his eyes, it was almost like I could see time passing, see the rise and falling of ancient civilizations. Then he opened his mouth and the illusion was gone.

"I came to tell you to be careful. That's all."

He was lying.

I was lying on my back with my hands behind my head, staring at the wall of my tent, trying not to think about Boone or Richard or Sawyer when the latter stormed in.

I craned my neck up to see the angry conman then let my head fall back down with a loud sigh.

"What're ya doin' here, Sawyer?"

"Why?" he asked, throwing his hands up slightly, cocking his head angrily as he stared at me. "If you knew this was gonna happen eventually, an' ya did, Kat, then why did you do it in th' first place?"

I began banging my head slightly against the sand. " 'Cause I thought we could handle it. Sweetie, ya had to know this was gonna happen-"

He crouched down next to me and pulled me up by my shoulders. "How the hell was I supposed t' know, Katty?" he asked through gritted teeth, his brows pulled up. "All I know is that the past few weeks with you… they've been the happiest goddamn weeks of my life."

Heart, meet break.

"James…"

"Goddammit, Kat," he growled through gritted teeth. "Don't call me James," he punctuated this by shaking my shoulders, " 'cause you only do that when you're tryin' t' make a point."

"Well, listen to me, then. I made a mistake. I misjudged how much I cared about you and how much you cared about me-"

"-damn right, you did-"

"-but it doesn't matter."

I was the one gripping his shoulders now, my eyes burning into his, a nauseated feeling in my stomach at the thought of loosing him. He looked back at me, that furrow between his dark brows, his blue eyes filled with anger, bitterness and a little bit of hurt.

"It doesn't matter, Sawyer. One of us is gonna be leaving anyway, and there are things that have to happen that can't happen if we're together-"

"-like me and Kate?"

I stared at him, mouth open slightly, and he scoffed. "C'mon, Kathryn. I ain't stupid."

"Among other things," I said with a noncommittal nod of my head. His mouth opened slightly in incredulity.

"You're actually doin' this so I can get with another woman? Jeez, kid, you are somethin' else."

"You don't understand. Things have to happen that won't if we are together. I love you, James, and believe me, I mean that with every single part of me, but this is what has to happen."

He just looked at me for a long time, and then his grip on my arms relaxed, and he reached up, very softly, to touch my face with his hand. I closed my eyes and leaned into his face, reaching up and grabbing his other hand and holding it as tight as he could.

"I love you," he murmured. "An' that's the truth, and kid, I ain't never said it an' meant it before. You're half my age, an' we've only known each other for two months, but I love you, dammit. Don't do this."

"I've known you a lot longer than two months," I said, opening my eyes and looking up at him. "But I never thought I'd fall in love with you. Not really."

He smiled, a sad smile that twisted my heart and tore at my soul. "I knew I would. Ever since that first night, on the beach."

I pulled him to me and held him, his hands on my back on his face in my neck.

"It'll be okay," I said. "You'll be okay."

He scoffed into my neck. "I know I'll be okay, Kat."

He pulled back, his eyes searching mine. "But with you, I was more than okay. An' I never wanna go back to okay again."

I thought of Juliet, of her bright eyes and her smirk and her wide smile that she wouldn't show enough until she would meet this man in front of me.

"Believe me, Sawyer, you'll be more than okay again."

It was one of the hardest goodbyes I'd ever been apart of, and we both knew that it was for real this time. We held each other, kissed each other, and then he walked out, turning to give me that sad smirk before the flap of the tent fell shut behind him, leaving me alone in the darkness with my memories and the scents of three different men.

"Christ, I'm the island bicycle."

"Wicked Game" by Heather Nova

A/N: Hi, guys! It's been forever, and I really don't have an excuse. My year has been crazy and busy and I haven't had the time for anything extra, so writing fell by the wayside. I also have some bad news regarding this series; I'm not as interested or inspired as I was. It kind of just fizzled out, and I'm sorry for that, cause I've always gotten so annoyed when the authors of stories I loved said that, but it's true. Thing is, I knew where I wanted this to go, in every season, the end and all, so I was wondering if maybe you wanted me to post something explaining everything and tying up all the loose ends, because I know it's frustrating. Thank you for sticking with this story and I'm so, so sorry to let you guys down.

PIMP TIME. If you like this story, and the OC, here's the kicker- she's based on a real person, an author on this site. I have written some other stories about this girl (Transformers) if you'd like to check those out. Also, she has a story she's working on now, an OC story set in Supernatural. If you're in to either of those, I'd definitely recomend checking out my stories and hers. And let me know if you want me to let you guys know what happens in the rest of the story- I'll probably do a new story and do a chapter per season and I'll make it good, cause I really do feel like I owe you guys.

Love (and I'm sorry!)

Sarah.