A/N: Argh, I'm a slow updater, aren't I? Well, I'm back now! I have a new chapter! It's filled with angst! So many wonderful stuff going on! :D Hope you'll like it.

4: Who's Who?

Juliet…

It has to be her. Who else could it be?

Sawyer follows every move of the woman who's in the kitchen with him. He gets more convinced by the second.

She's stayed her for weeks, so she obviously cares about him. She managed to get him to the kitchen table to eat, so he obviously cares about her opinion. He feels a weird, perverse desire to touch her every time he sees her.

In Sawyer's whiskey-drenched, grief-stricken, exhausted mind, there is only one conclusion to draw from this.

It's Juliet. She's come back for him.

Thank god. Just imagine that he's been sad this whole time when she was here all along.

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She's not sure what to do with him when he acts like this. She almost preferred it when he was an apathetic lump of whiskey-breath and sweat on the couch.

Sawyer had a change of behavior a couple of days back. She was so happy when she managed to get him to sit by the kitchen table, but when she saw the way he looked at her, eying her up and down, she can't really be happy about it anymore.

He used to look at her like she was some kind of unreachable goddess. Now, it's more like it was before he got to know her and just thought that she was hot. Looks at her like he wants to eat her, and if she doesn't want him to, forcing her to it wouldn't be that big a deal to him.

It doesn't feel like it can have anything to do with how he called her Juliet a while back. He'd never look at Juliet this way.

And she refuses to admit that he's just in general gone insane.

The worst part is that Kate can't fully get herself to dislike Sawyer's glances. Not because she doesn't like it more the way he used to be, when he actually loved her for her, but for the same reason she came back in the first place, the same reason why she couldn't talk to Jack for weeks after she came back from the island and knew that Sawyer was still here.

She's missed him, it's as simple as that. She's missed him so much that she doesn't care that he's just laid around on the couch since she came here, or that he looks at her like they're at a strip joint and she's just a nice ass rubbing against a pole. As long as he's here and he's breathing, she can't bring herself to leave. Or even want to leave.

For that simple reason, nothing changes. Kate runs around like Sawyer's maid, feels his dirty looks, disgusted with herself, and trying to ignore that tiny devil inside him that enjoys it.

She never wanted Jack. She wanted him for comfort, when Sawyer and his emotional turmoil got too much. But she never wanted him.

She so badly wants to miss him. But this version of playing house…

Truth is, she'd rather have this than what she had with Jack any day. Even if she'd like Sawyer to look at her the way he used to.

Today's been okay, though. She even got him to eat. When he's eating, she doesn't have to worry about the way he looks at her. Sawyer's never been able to look at anything but his food when he's eating. She doesn't know why she remembers this when she hasn't seen him eating in years.

Right now, she's cleaning the dishes. Sawyer's standing next to her, drying the plates before he places them on the counter next to him. Now, he's looking at her again, but not like he wants to do her right there right then. More like he did when he was just realizing his true feelings for her and couldn't stand looking at her at all, but still had to. Because he loved her.

Does he love her right now? Kate can't really tell.

There's so much unspoken between them. She doesn't even know if he'd understand her if she told him everything she wants to say.

His hands when he takes the plates. It's coming soon. He's going to. She was an idiot for not seeing it sooner.

"Juliet."

Kate closes her eyes. There it is. She has to take the discussion now.

She turns to him.

"Sawyer…"

"Sssh…" a hand on her cheek. His eyes are warm, loving and lustful, and still gives her a cold prickling feeling in her stomach.

She sees the screaming anxiety, insanity, beneath that warmness.

"Juliet…" Sawyer purrs and closes his arms around her waist. Not rough at all, but she doesn't want them there. "Juliet, baby, I missed you so much…"

He buries his face in her neck. His lips are wet and needy, the way they're supposed to be, still not the way she remembers them, too desperate, like he'd kill himself if she even tried to break free. And it's frightening, Kate can't stand the idea of what's going through his head right now, but she can't help it.

She's waited for this for so long. The whole time she was away. She can't help that her whole body melts under his hands.

Despite the cold prickling, him sighing Juliet's name over and over, and the fact that she knows that this will just make it even harder for her to explain to him later on that she is in fact not Juliet, she can't keep herself from giving in. Sawyer does all these things he used to do, kisses up and down over her neck, lifts her up on the kitchen table with just enough roughness to add to the excitement and coaxes her mouth open by nibbling her bottom lip in that way that wakes a beast in her just as much as it does in him, and her body remembers this, reawakens what she used to feel for him.

She still loves him. She shouldn't be reminded of this by him flickering her nipple with the very tip of his tongue while her insides are cold with terror and her skin smoldering hot, but she does. All this is wrong, but who cares.

Kate doesn't. She feels every ounce of care get pounded out of her when he thrusts in and out of her, every thought of Jack and of responsibilities, and most importantly, of Juliet, disappears when she hears his familiar grumble, the fingertips dancing across her skin.

Just as usual, Sawyer has an ability of making her forget about all those things. About the fact that they're doomed, Sawyer is insane, she's going to suffer for this later. Consequences go away. She feels so oddly relieved.

Sawyer grunts in his climax about fifteen minutes after he's entered her, and at that point, Kate's already come twice. Sawyer picks her up from the table, and she closes her eyes against his chest when he carries her to bed. He sleeps next to her that night, in a bed for the first time since she came here.

Kate is so relieved by that that she doesn't care about all of tomorrow's demands scraping against the windowpane.