The sound of footsteps made him sit up in the bed fast. His head was hurting, but not as bad as he'd expected it to hurt. He had to blink his eyes a few times to focus on her looking at him from across the room.

He grunted with every move, but a "Good morning" still managed to escape his lips. She didn't answer him.

She stood there leaning against the door watching him swing his feet off the bed.

He looked over at her smiling slightly, when she pointed up towards the light and said, "The power's back on."

He raised his head and looked up, "Son of a bitch." He grunted again as if he was in pain, "That means those bastards were still here when we went to sleep or they came back while we were out."

He looked at her again, and she just nodded in agreement.

She tried hard not to look at him, but truth be told, she had missed him. He was just in his boxers, nothing else. Sometime during the night he'd shed his boots, socks and dharmasuit to be more comfortable. She however had remained completely dressed during the night. But either way, it had been nice to fall asleep in his arms again ... but she'd never admit to it now.

Silence again ... he knew it would be like this, she'd be back to being 'Mrs.-I-don't-speak-to-dead-husbands'!

She started pacing again ... mindlessly walking around the small room again, still not saying much of anything. He bent down to pick up his coveralls and pulled them on, that's when she finally said something again.

"You're head." She rushed over to him, standing over him while she inspected the bloody mess in his hair with her hands.

He reached up trying to touch it, but she swatted his fingers away. "Don't touch."

"How bad is it?" He asked, glaring up at her.

She shrugged her shoulders, "The blood's all dried up. It looks like it needs to be cleaned. Stay here, don't get up."

She pulled one of the heavy double doors open and left the room. He got up anyways, pulling the suit back on all the way and zipping it up. He sat back down to pull on his boots. Then he just sat there with his elbows resting on his legs, and his face buried in his hands.

The door swung open again, and there she was with a couple pieces of cloth, a few towels, a small container filled with water and a first aid kit.

She handed him the water, he took it without words being exchanged. She wrapped the towel around his shoulders. Looks were exchanged. He held the water up for her to saturate the cloth. She started by dipping some of the cloth in the water. She stepped closer, with one leg between his knees. Hovering over him, gently trying to clean the blood out of his hair to see how bad the wound was.

He could feel little jolts of electricity run through his body whenever she touched his skin with her fingertips while moving his hair around and gently cleaning the wound. For a moment there he vowed to thank Drake for hitting him in the head ... her fussing over him like this was definitely worth it. He just closed his eyes, trying to relax and enjoy it while it lasted. But he also closed his eyes, cause she was standing so close and his eyes seemed to focus on parts of her body that he knew he had no right to think about right now.

Her body so close, all he had to do was reach up and grab her. Cup her behind and let his hands wander up to her tiny waist and pull her into his lap. Daydreaming ... he knew better than that.

Moments later she spoke again, "I'm not a doctor, but I think you'll be okay... it seems to be healing already, there's already a scab. But try not to scratch it, or you'll scratch it right off."

"Thanks." He said, looking up at her and meeting her eyes with a smile on his lips. She smiled back at him ... but just a small smile. There's hope he thought.

She took the water from him and put it on the floor. Then she used the towel from his shoulders to dry his hair again, without aggravating the wound. Again, she was so close to him, he imagined pulling her shirt up and kissing her abdomen that was right in front of him. It took everything he had to talk himself out of it. He closed his eyes again instead and just let her do what she was doing.

"All done." She exclaimed, stepping back from him and picking the water container back off the floor. She left the room again, and this time he got up and followed her.

"So, how long have you been up?" He followed her down the hallway and into a bathroom.

She turned around to look at him, "Long enough to walk to the beach and see that the boats are gone."

He nodded, "Yeah, I discovered that last night. They must have either moved the boats and docked somewhere else, or they did leave and came back some time later."

She nodded in agreement again while she put everything back where she found it, except for the bloody towel and cloth ... she threw those in the sink instead.

She turned around to face him, "Are you hungry?"

"I can always eat."

"I found a kitchen with food, a little further down the hall." She pointed towards the direction of the front door.

As they both walked in he inspected the kitchen, he was surprised to find an entire pantry filled with food. Dharma initiative food of course. He opened the refrigerator but was surprised that everything in it seemed fresh and new. He turned around to look at her with his eyebrows raised, "Did you see this freckles?"

She leaned against the kitchen counter with her arms folded in front of her, "Yeah, I saw it."

"Don't you find that a little odd?"

"Should I?" Now she raised her eyebrows in surprise. "I mean, don't you guys come here and work here sometimes? I figured that's why that's here?"

He closed the fridge all the way again, as he moved over to the pantry and started looking for coffee. He said, "'Us guys' don't come here as far as I know. And I should know since I'm head of security." He paused then held up a plastic container and said in a triumphant voice, "Haha I found coffee." He smirked as if he just won the lottery.

She rolled her eyes at him, but secretly delighted herself ... she could use a cup of coffee too.

Sawyer proceeded to make the coffee, while she got some cereal out, then carefully inspected the milk for a foul odor.

They both sat down and had breakfast at the kitchen table. His head was itching, but she scolded him for trying to scratch it. Both of them elaborating about last nights events again, but cautiously not mentioning the part about sleeping in each others arms.

"So, what now?" She looked up at him from her empty bowl.

"Now, we search this damn island for a boat and get the hell out of here." He said with a stern voice.

She smiled a little again, "Sounds good to me."

They got their backpacks from the bedroom, packed some dharma food from the kitchen, filled up their water bottles and started to search the surrounding area. Walking side by side, just like old times it seemed. Exploring the old Dharma buildings.

They came across the locker/shower room.

Sawyer looked around, "This where they made you take a shower freckles?"

She nodded and said, "Yup." She folded her arms in front of her and turned to him, "Can we go now?"

He walked over to her when he saw that upset look on her face. He stopped right in front of her, lifting her chin up with his hand so she'd meet his eyes, "That was years ago sugar. No reason to get all upset over something long gone, alright?"

She nodded, but still looked upset ... his cue to pull her in his arms. She didn't fight it when he wrapped his arms around her. Instead she hugged him back while burying her face that was now tear streaked in his chest. After a few minutes of just standing there like that, she slowly loosened her arms around him and so did he. Without exchanging another word, they started walking around the locker room, surprised when they stumbled upon a washer and dryer. Both of them looked at each other in surprise.

Sawyer looked at Kate, "Beds, kitchen, showers, washer, dryers? And those bastards locked us up in fucking cages?"

She looked up at him, "Let's just get out of here ... maybe we should walk along the beach, there has to be a boat or canoe somewhere?"

As they left the locker room, she reached for his hand and intertwined her fingers with his. He glanced down at her, not knowing what to make of it. She shyly smiled up at him. His brain was working overtime to come up with a funny comment, but he bit his tongue instead.

I just need to keep my big mouth shut and take whatever I can get. Right now that means her fingers intertwined with mine ... that will have to do for now!

Walking right along where the sand from the beach meets the jungle looking for canoe or boats or anything they could use as such. They walked for quite some time, no longer holding hands. She didn't remember why she'd taken his hand in the first place and he didn't know what he'd done to make her pull her hand out of his again.

It was time to take a break. Sitting down on a tree stump, unpacking their food. They started eating.

"Do you think Hurley's okay?" she asked, trying to meet his eyes.

He looked over at her, "I sure hope so. I got a feeling this doesn't have anything to do with him?"

She seemed surprised and didn't really understand what he meant, "What do you mean?"

"Hell, freckles, there's beds, a fridge and pantry full with food, washer, dryer, showers ... the only thing missing is a change of clothes. But I bet if we keep looking we'll find that too."

"What are you saying?"

"What I'm saying is that I think we got set up. Ben kept saying you and I should try to work things out ... and I guess he thought this would be a good way of gettin' 'round to that."

She stood up, dropping her food in the process, "So you're saying that they left us here so we can make up?" She was clearly angry now, grabbing her pack, swung it over her shoulder and started to march off.

He got up too and ran after her, yanking her arm to spin her around. "Hey, don't get all pissy with me now, ain't my fault Sweetheart. I'm stuck here just like you."

She rolled her eyes, "Yeah, right. Poor little you got stuck on a deserted island with me. And this was all Ben's idea and you had nothing to do with it. Do you really think I'm that stupid Sawyer? Do you really think I'm going to believe that?" She pulled her arm out of his hand and turned around to walk away again.

He waved his arms in the air in defense, "Whoa, now hold on a minute here. You're saying this was my plan?"

She turned around, "Yes, I do think this was your plan. This was just another one of your cons."

"Another con? A con for what? What could I possible get out of being stuck here with you?"

She folded her arms, giving him her version of the evil eye before she spoke, "Sex! Isn't it always about sex with you?"

Damn it ... he'd thought about having sex with her a hell of a lot more than trying to figure out how to get off this island ... but he wasn't about to admit it.

He stared at her dumbfounded but then answered sarcastically, "Yeah freckles, you got me. I had Ben lock you up and I told Drake to knock me out ... just so I can screw my own wife."

He turned around to walk away from her now but she yelled back at him.

"I'm not your wife anymore Sawyer. I'm your widow." And with that she stormed off.

He gave her a surprised look, but then got his pack and started walking back to where they'd come from.

After a few moments she turned to look at him. She watched him go.

Hell will freeze over before I run after him. This is all his fault. Even if he had nothing to do with this, he is the reason I came back to this hellhole in the first place.

She walked off in the other direction, not looking back a second time.

He'd reached the dock and the buildings faster then he'd thought he would ... apparently being pissed gained him speed in his strides. He went back to the main building, searching every room for anything useful. He had nothing better to do.

She'd let me know if she comes across a boat. Or wouldn't she? Hell, I wouldn't bet on it ... she seemed pretty pissed herself. Not my wife anymore? How dare she? We vowed the vows, we walked the walk. We never said 'until death do us part' ... Nooooo, we said 'as long as we both shall live'. And I'm still alive and living. So technically Mrs. Ford you are still my wife, whether you like it or not.

He found a closet full of clothes. And they just happened to be his and her size. He got so mad that he ended up throwing some things around the room. It really didn't help, but it made him feel better, at least for a moment or two.

I was right ... and she thinks I'm behind all of this. "Well Ben, you son of a bitch. Guess you're plan back fired."

He pulled out a button down shirt, and a pair of jeans. Smelling the clothes, he realized they smelled like fabric softner ... no doubt anymore that they'd been washed recently and brought here for them. He was convinced now that they'd been set up. It wasn't that stupid of an idea, he just wished he'd been let in on it.

He sighed, grabbed a towel and a pair of rolled up socks too, but left the folded stack of underwear. God knows who they'd belong to.

He stopped by the bathroom. It didn't have a shower, just a sink and toilet, but it did have a shelf with shampoo, bodywash, deodorant and such. He took what he needed and headed for the other building with the locker room.

She can run circles around this damn island thinking whatever the hell she wants to think, what do I care?

But he did care. He wondered where she was by now. 'I'm not your wife anymore Sawyer. I'm your widow.' Those words from her hurt him way more then he'd like to admit. He knew he was right in what he had done, but he also knew that she would never see it that way cause she'd never know the whole truth.

She had no idea where she was. Didn't know how big this island was, and how much further it would take to get back to the dock and the building. As she walked along, lost in her thoughts once again, rubbing and twisting her wedding ring on her hand back and forth.

She didn't regret walking away, seems like lately she's been nothing but a crying emotional mess, she didn't want to cry in front of him again. Last night and then this morning in the damn locker room had been more than enough already. And when she cried, she knew damn well she was completely and utterly helpless to him ... he could wrap her in his arms and she'd let him, just because she needed him so badly.

So no, she didn't regret walking away from him. She didn't want his pity, after all he was the reason for all the pain she was going through. And it took near to nothing nowadays to set her off into a full blown hysterical cry. Claire, Cass and Miles could attest to that.

She felt exhausted again ... all that emotional crap really got to her physically. She found a shaded spot somewhere beneath a tree and sat down in the warm sand. Diggin' in her pack she got her water and something to eat out. She slowly ate some crackers, and took some sips from the water too. Looking up and down the beach she was wondering if she should just make camp here tonight. She'd still had his lighter in her back pack, and she could gather some firewood and stay out here for the night.

She had been walking all day, and it looked like it would get dark before too long. And to be honest, she didn't want to go back to him right now. She loved him and missed him so much, that she didn't know how much more of him she could take before she'd end up sleeping with him after all. And she'd vowed she wouldn't do that again. Nothing good can come from him and her together ... well, almost nothing good. She touched her flat abdomen and sighed.

Her mind went back to a few days ago when she'd passed out in Hurley's house after she'd been trekking through the jungle early that morning to get back to the barracks. Hurley had brought her over to the Infirmary where the new island doctor had checked her out.

He'd asked her all kinds of stuff. The usual standard stuff any doctor wants to know when examining you. How old are you? Do you take any medications, any vitamins? Any chronic conditions? Any past surgeries? Past pregnancies? But then came the question of all questions. Something so simple and so standard, she'd heard it a million times and yet she had no answer for it.

Flashback

"When was the first day of your last menstrual cycle?"

What did he just say? She didn't know the answer to that. Her head fell back onto the pillow behind her.

"Mrs. LaFleur? When was the first day of your last menstrual cycle?" He asked again holding the clipboard in his left hand, a pen in the other, ready to write her answer down.

She looked up at him, with tears welling up in her eyes and shaking her head, "I don't know."

The doctor seemed surprised, he handed her a box of tissues and ask the obvious "Uhm, well, could it be that you are pregnant Mrs. LaFleur?"

She wiped her eyes and nose with a tissue and sat up straight. "I was on birth control and ... I don't think I could be pregnant." She looked up at the doctor.

He sat down on the bed beside her to be more at her eye level and he spoke with a soft comforting voice, "This island ... well, how should I put this, if you have gotten pregnant on"

She interrupted him before he said anything else, "No, that's not possible, I haven't had sex since I got here."

"You're sure."

"Yes, of course I'm sure, I'd remember if I had sex."

Who does this doc thinks he is? She knows what he's thinking. Are you sure Mrs. LaFleur that you haven't had sex with your gorgeous, breathtaking, muscle-ripped husband since you got here? Six feet tall good looking head of security, with his trademark dimples, pearl-white teeth, suntanned skin ... all the females around here swoon over him. Are you sure Mrs. LaFleur that you haven't had sex with him yet?

I wish Hurley had never told the doc that I was 'LaFleurs' wife to begin with. That name alone infuriated her beyond believe.

He stood back up, looking awkward at the paper on his clipboard, "I'm sorry Mrs. LaFleur, I didn't mean to offend you. It's just the island."

She swung her legs off of the bed and sat up straight, when she interrupted him before he could say another word "I know all about this island and what happens to pregnant women. Mr. Reyes and I are very close. But besides, I've only been here a week. It's impossible that I've gotten pregnant since I got here, my husband and I are separated at the time."

The doctor raised his eyebrows, "Oh, I see."

"No, you don't see." Her eyes downcast.

"Mrs. LaFleur, let me reassure you that whatever you say within these four walls doesn't leave these four walls. Patient doctor confidentiality. I'm sure you're familiar with that. So if you're worried about your husband finding out about your condition." He cleared his throat, "Uhm, you said yourself, you're separated, and as far as I know he's here to stay. So if you're moving on and are having a baby with someone else, then that's absolutely your business. And your business alone. All I need to know is about the medical aspect of it all. So please feel confident in speaking freely, nothing you say here will leave this room."

She wiped another tear away, before she spoke up, "I had cancer. I few months ago I was diagnosed with terminal cancer. They gave me about 6 month to live and that's when I decided to get back on birth control pills. Anyways, when my husband left to come here, I got news from my doctor that my cancer had gone into complete remission, it was just gone. And that in spite of the fact that I refused chemo therapy and radiation ... it went into remission anyways. My doctor gave me a clean bill of health. But I haven't been with anyone since my husband left me." Tears spilling over and running down her cheeks. This cannot be happening to me. Now that he left me? Now I might be pregnant.

The doctor was clearly speechless, he didn't know what to say to that bold confession. "How about we just do an examination, and see where that leads us."

After the doctor had checked her out, listened to her lungs and heart and checked her ears and mouth. He'd taken her temperature, took her heartrate etc. and of course checked out her head wound that she'd gotten when she fell.

After attending to her head wound, which wasn't bad at all, he walked over to the cabinet and retrieved a small brown bottle and handed it to Kate. "These are homeopathic, so even if you are pregnant they will not harm the baby. You seem to be in good health, nothing stands out. Take 2-4 drops right on your tongue, that will help with stabilizing your blood pressure. Take it every morning, and if it doesn't help, then come and see me again. Are you sure you don't want to take a pregnancy test while you're here, Mrs. LaFleur?"

She nodded, holding the little brown plastic bottle in her hand, "Yeah, I'm sure. I'll wait until I'm back in L.A., I'm only here for a few more weeks anyways."

She slid of the bed, "Thank you doctor."

"That's what I'm here for. And like I said, any discomfort or anything else you wanna discuss or are concerned with, come and see me. My door is always open." He smiled sympathetically as he led her out of the Infirmary.

Hurley was waiting outside, "Dude, are you okay?"

She smiled at Hurley, "Yeah, I'm fine. Low blood pressure, that's all." She held up the bottle, "Gotta take this in the morning, and I should be better."

Hurley looked relieved, "Good, 'cause Sawyer's gonna freak out if it was something serious. He wasn't happy that I let you go out in the jungle on your own."

She smiled at Hurley as they started walking back to his house, "I'm no longer Sawyer's concern ... he lost that right when he decided to walk out on me."

Hurley frowned at her remark, "Dude, I know you don't understand it, but I swear he had no choice in the matter really. He did what he had to do."

She rolled her eyes at Hurley again, "Yeah, I know, everybody keeps saying that, but nobody seems to know why he had to do what he had to do ... so until someone can explain that to me, I'm not gonna believe it."

End Note: Reviews are always appreciated! Thank you for reading!