"Son of a bitch", he muttered to himself in frustration, after he'd opened his backpack.

How did I not notice that the damn thing didn't way half a ton today with the water missing?

He was contemplating to go back right away, but then decided against it. He'd go back once he'd get thirsty, and he wasn't yet.

He examined the raft, walking around it with his chest pushed out just a little with pride. He'd actually build something with his own two hands ... with no help from her or anybody else. And no Lowes or Home Depot to get the supplies from either.

Of course it wasn't anywhere near the size or dimension of Michaels raft, but it was only suppose to bring him and her back to the main Island ... and it sure as hell was more than good enough for that.

He went to work on the few little details left to do ... making sure every wire he'd knotted was going to hold. And that the sheet he'd used for a sail wasn't going to rip once the wind would catch it. He pulled and tugged around on every little thing, making sure it wasn't going to give away once it'd make it out to sea.

The sun was already sitting high in the sky even though the day had just begun. There was not a cloud in sight and he wondered if he should go and let Kate know that they could actually leave this place today. He'd probably be done with everything in less than an hour. If he was completely honest with himself, he'd been stalling because he was afraid to leave here before they'd managed to make up again in some way or another.

He'd been thinking about what she'd said ... that they are done. He knew she was right ... there was no way around the issue. They both had to cope and come to terms with it all. But how do you go about moving on from the love of your life? And she's pregnant with your child? He seemed to have tried time and again to get over her. And here he was 4 years older and still none the wiser.

He got startled out of his thoughts when he heard a voice from the past.

"James."

Sawyer snapped his head around. Seeing him was one thing, but hearing him actually speak was a whole other story.

"Well, well, well ... You've finally got the balls to actually talk to me instead of just stalking me? And hell, it ain't even dark out yet, how about that?" He couldn't help the condescending tone in his voice ... He'd been waiting for the damn Doc to finally come out and say what he's been 'haunting' him for since they'd gotten to this island.

Jack's face showed pain and Sawyer immediately registered the meaning it might held, "What is it Jack?"

"They got her?"

Sawyer stood up quickly. His own face expressing concern now, "Who's got her? What the hell are you talking about?"

He didn't even wait for Jack to answer him when he reached for his gun in the back of his pants to make sure it was fully loaded. Then he rifled through his pack and put another round of ammo in his jeans pocket.

"I'm not sure who they are, but I think they're going to hurt her."

Sawyer pulled his pack on in one quick smooth motion, "Lead the way doc." He tried his best to not let Jack see how his words were affecting him. If something was going to happen to her because he's been stalling, he'd never forgive himself. His blood was near the boiling point, but he had to keep a clear mind right now if she was really in some kind of danger.

Jack led the way and Sawyer followed suit.

Grouching down in the bushes, they watched a group of 6 men stand around in a huddle in front of the cages. All of them were armed, some with handguns, some with rifles. Sawyer scanned the cages, but they were empty. Kate was nowhere to be seen.

"Who do you think they are?" Jack whispered.

"Hurley said people would show up trying to take over this damn rock, but that wasn't supposed to happen for another month or so. Kate was supposed to be long gone before then." Sawyer whispered back. "Guess new Jacobs radar is off by a month or so."

He looked at Jack with concerned eyes, "Where did they take her?"

"They brought her down into a room across the hall from where the others kept me that time."

Sawyer looked confused, "Why didn't they just stick her in here?" Waving his gun towards the cages for emphasis.

Jack looked away before he answered, focusing his full attention on the group of men ahead of them, "They wanted ... privacy." He now glanced back at Sawyer.

Sawyer's forehead was wrinkled, his eyebrows furrowed, "Privacy? For what?"

Jack just gave him a look that not only spoke volumes, but also sent chills down Sawyers spine. "Hell no," Sawyer muttered, and without another word both men took off towards the other building. Trying their best to remain unnoticed, and for the time being they did.

They'd made it into the cold and dreary looking hallway and Jack showed him which room he'd watched them bring her to. Both men hesitated for a brief moment, preparing themselves for what they might find behind this door.

Sawyer held his gun in his left hand when he slowly lowered the big metallic handle to pry the door open. He sighed when he saw her lying on a table alone.

Her hands and feet were bound to the side of the table, leaving her in a compromising position. The thought of what they might have done to her made him nauseous, but there was no time for that now.

He rushed to her side, pulled a pocket knife out and started to cut the ropes around her wrists and ankles. She was only wearing a big oversized t-shirt, it made him wonder if they'd grabbed her in her sleep.

"She's unconscious." Jack blurted out.

"No shit, doc." Sawyer spat back before he tried to sit her up. "Hey sugar, wake up." His voice comforting all of a sudden, a stark contrast to the way he'd just answered Jack.

She didn't move.

"You need to check if she's hurt?" Jack chimed in.

"How about we get her the hell out of here first, doc."

He placed his gun on the table, made sure she was wearing underwear, and then swung her over his shoulder like he had done that time at the beach. "Sorry sweetheart, I know you don't like to be carried this way, but there's no way around it now." He grabbed the gun again and headed for the door. "If you'd wake up, baby, I'll even let you yell at me for it. Hell, if you wake up right now I might even let you take a swing at me." He added as if she could actually hear him.

Jack just looked at him in awe. He seemed stunned by the lightheartedness with which Sawyer seemed to handle this situation. Sawyer startled him out of his thoughts.

"Since you can't do nothing but be invisible on cue, how 'bout you make yourself useful and see if the coast is clear doc."

Jack just nodded and disappeared right in front of him. Sawyer still had to blink a few times, we was never going to get used to that ... ever! That's when he heard a noise outside in the hallway. Jack appeared back in the room out of thin air.

"They're coming for her ... now!" He whispered.

"How many?" Sawyer whispered back.

"Two ... with guns."

"Damn it." He mumbled under his breath, still holding Kate over his right shoulder, with his gun in his left hand.

He sighed, and casted one last look at Jack. Both men exchanged words with just one look. If anything happened to Sawyer, she'd be left helpless to these savages ... and neither of them wanted that to happen. After all this time, they'd finally managed to agree on something.

He quickly placed her back on the table, in the same position they'd found her just moments ago. He didn't bother tying the ropes again, just draped them around to make them look like they were. He just wanted to create the illusion that she was still all alone. He pressed himself against the wall behind the door when it opened. His finger was twitching on the trigger of the gun when the first man stepped into the room. But he knew there were two of them, and he had wait until both of them were inside.

"Well, would you look at that? She's still knocked out? Didn't think I hit her that hard." An older bearded man said while mocking a concerned tone.

That's when the second man stepped in, sighed and said looking at Kate with an mischievous smile on his face, "I bet'cha she's a hellcat. Might be worth waiting 'till she's up and tries to fight it." Both men laughed and then he added, "If you know what I mean."

That was all that Sawyer could take. His eyes pitch-black with hatred when he fired two shots. The first guy got struck by the bullet right between his eyes, the second took it to the side of his skull. Both men were dead on impact.

"Good aim." Jack chimed in, as he watched Sawyer pick Kate up once again.

"Guess I do have it when it matters."

Jack went ahead of him and gave him an all clear, as they tried to make their way out of the building again ... unnoticed.

He'd made it into the jungle with her, hiding out in the same old hiding spot from all those years ago. The one Alex had dug out.

He had been running. Afraid someone might have heard the shots being fired and was on their tails. But apparently nobody had heard the shots, and apparently no one was missing the two men yet either. He didn't want to ponder the thoughts as to why nobody was missing them yet.

As he leaned back against the corner of the hide out. Warm earth surrounding him, sweat pouring down his back. Little beats of sweat dripping from his long hair. His heart was still racing and his breathing was still frantic as he held her in his arms. So tightly as if someone was still trying to snatch her from him. His chest was still heaving up and down when he rested his chin on top of her head and closed his eyes for a brief moment. Then he opened his eyes again and looked at her ... stared at her actually. She looked so innocent when she was like this. She looked like an angel; he thought ... his stupid heart beating like a drum in his chest.

He gently pulled the shirt down around her to cover her as much as possible. Even though she looked like she was sleeping, he knew better and wished she would finally wake up.

The way she'd been tied down to that table. He hated seeing her like that. So helpless. Up for the taking ... it made his stomach curl. He lifted his head to glance over at Jack, who was sitting in the opposite corner across from him.

James swallowed his pride and whispered, "Thank you."

Jack just nodded in understanding, then looked away.

They both just sat in silence for a while, hoping that she would wake up soon.

Sawyer broke the silence, "Can I ask you something doc?" Both of them still whispering.

"Go ahead."

Sawyer seemed clearly uncomfortable. He didn't really know how to form this question without giving away that he was talking about Kate. But he already knew that no matter how he'd ask this question, Jack would know anyways. So after a few moments he gave up and just asked it flat out.

"She's late and we ... well ... I was just wondering if there could be other reasons why she might be late?"

Jack sat up a little straighter ... he hadn't expected an actual medical question of the sorts.

Sawyer watched him patiently awaiting an answer, wondering for a moment if he'd been too vague in his choice of words, so he added, "I meant other reasons besides her having a bun in the oven."

"I know what you meant." Jack answered, then cleared his throat before he continued. "There's always other possibilities, but the most likely would be pregnancy." He swallowed again, "How late is she?"

Sawyer completely ignored the question and asked again, "Like what other reasons?"

Jack seemed a little annoyed of not getting his question answered, but just decided for now to answer Sawyers. "Stress, that's a very common one ... You'd be surprised how many of the women came to me after the crash, asking me about that."

Sawyer looked up again at Jack, "Was Kate one of them?" He already figured that she wasn't.

Jack almost chuckled, "No, she never came to me for any medical advice ... well, except that one time when she brought you to me and after Sun took the pregnancy test. She'd come to me then with Sun to ask how accurate those tests are." Jack shook his head to himself, wondering why he'd even mentioned why Kate had brought Sun to him. Sawyer was quiet.

Sawyer couldn't stop looking at her, but dragged his eyes away from her again to talk to Jack, "Since we're on the subject. How accurate are those tests?"

"A positive is a positive. But a negative can still be a positive."

Sawyer seemed unaffected by the answer and met his eyes again, "Stress, huh? What else?"

Jack thought about it for a moment, "Oral contraceptives ..."

"English doc." Sawyer looked annoyed.

"Birth control pills, some can cause missing periods."

Sawyer seemed to think about that for a moment. Wondering if she might not be pregnant. After all, she'd had her share of stress, considering the cancer and her plan to run. And she was taking birth control pills. Why did that thought actually make him feel worse? He never thought he'd want kids, not really!

Jack interrupted his thoughts with his question again, "How late is she?"

Sawyer had to think about it for a moment, he got distracted by a stray curl that he gently pushed out of her face again. The last time she'd had it was about a month before he'd left. Then she showed up here about three and a half weeks later. She's been here for two weeks. "About nine weeks, give or take." He answered.

"She's nine weeks late?" Jack asked in a shocked kind of way.

Sawyer pulled her against him a little tighter again, "Nine weeks since she had it last time ... guess that'll make her what ... 'bout five weeks late?"

Both men just stared at each other ... uncomfortable and awkward, which would be the best words to describe them discussing Kate's cycle while she was lying unconscious in Sawyers arms.

And Sawyer might be a redneck but he wasn't an idiot, pretty much immediately after he'd figured out that it had been five weeks already, he'd realized she'd missed her period not just once but twice by now. He gently kissed her forehead, as if he and she were the only people in the world. As if he forgot Jack was right there, looking smug and concerned at the same time.

"So what are you going to do?" Jack brought him out of his thoughts.

"'bout what doc?"

Jack rolled his eyes, and for some odd reason it almost resembled Kate's infamous eye-rolls ... he must be losing his mind if Jack started to remind him of Kate. "The pregnancy. What are you going to do about it?"

Sawyers eyes grew evil at what he thought the doc was implying, "Don't see how that's any of your damn business doc."

Jack sighed and looked away, clearly thinking about it for a moment before he answered, "You're right ... it's not my problem Sawyer."

"Glad to hear we agree on that, but just fyi Jackass, my wife having my baby ain't ever going to be a problem."

Jack stared him down for a moment. And it was obvious to see that he was contemplating to answer. Thinking about putting his two cents in, but he then suddenly looked away and to Sawyers surprise didn't say anything else.

Quite some time had passed, neither of them talking. You could almost cut the tension with a knife at this point. To Sawyers surprise Jack broke the silence.

"My wife ..." he corrected himself, "... my ex-wife was late once ... thought she might be pregnant. She took a test, but it was negative." Jack just stared straight ahead, staring into empty space, not meeting Sawyers eyes.

Sawyer watched him suspiciously. Then Jack chuckled in his nervous annoying way that he did and said, "I was relieved. I just couldn't see myself being a good dad ... couldn't see myself being a dad at all."

Sawyer looked at him confused, "An' you're telling me this why?"

Jack now looked at him and answered as honest as he could, "I don't know."

Silence again for a few moments until Sawyer spoke up.

"I have a daughter."

Jacks head snapped towards him, obviously surprised by his admission. But he refrained from saying anything.

He didn't know why he felt the need to say it, maybe because he'd never admitted it out loud to anyone ... so why not admit it to a god damn ghost? "Didn't think I'll be any good at it either. Hell ... I thought I'd be the worst ... but she actually likes me."

He swallowed hard, his eyes casting down at Kate again, "Couple month ago she actually said she loved me." He smiled a sad smile before he added, "She just stood there on her front porch when I dropped her off at her moms, stretched her arms out as far as they'd go and said 'Dad, I love you this much' ... can you believe that?" he looked up at Jack now.

To his surprise Jack just nodded in agreement and said, "I believe it." Not a trace of sarcasm in his admission, which surprised Sawyer.

He didn't know why he said it, not that it would make a damn difference ... after all, the guy was dead. "You would too ... be a alright dad, I mean."

That had pretty much been the end of their conversation. Leave things be on a good note. For once.

They'd been in the hole for almost an hour, at least that was Sawyers best estimate. Kate was breathing normally, her pulse seemed steady, but she still wasn't waking up. But other than that she seemed fine.

Sawyer finally broke the awkward silence that had transpired between them, "I'm going to have to kill them all." He said with such a nonchalant way to his voice that it caused Jack to look at him surprised again.

"What about her?" Jack nodded towards Kate in Sawyers arms.

To Sawyer that seemed like a ridiculous question, but he answered it anyways, "I'll leave her here. You come an' get me if she wakes up or if anyone's coming this way."

Jack just nodded in agreement, and Sawyer seemed surprised that the doc wasn't arguing about his plan at all.

He gently placed Kate on the ground, propping her head up with his backpack and pulling the shirt down again to cover her up. He kissed her forehead ... sweet and innocent. Then he turned his attention to Jack, "I'll be back."

But before he was able to push the bamboo grid like cover open to climb out, Jack stopped him, "You know, she can't see me or hear me ... if she wakes up ... I can't tell her what is going on. I can't do anything for her."

"I know." He wanted to add something about Jack being completely worthless as usual, but he bit his tongue ... after all, if it hadn't been for Jack he'd probably still be down at the beach checking the same damn knots on the raft for the third time to stall leaving today.

Sawyer stood up straight, pushing the bamboo cover high above his head with one hand while he climbed out of hiding. He glanced back down at Jack and then at Kate one last time, before he closed it slowly to not make any obvious noise.

Later that day

She finally woke up. Her eyes fluttering open and shut a few times from the bright sunlight hitting her face. Panic came over her and she tried to sit up fast when she realized she was surrounded by nothing but the ocean.

"Was 'bout time you woke up from your beauty sleep, princess!" His soft southern drawl put her immediately at ease. Her body relaxed in response, she sighed loudly in relief and turned her head towards his voice. She knew right away that she was safe with him here. Their eyes met and both of them couldn't help but smile at each other.

"What happened?" she questioned him, propping herself up to a sitting position, looking confused out at the ocean ... staring at their island ahead of them in the distance. Then she turned, but the waves where too high, she couldn't see Hydra Island from where she was.

"I was just 'bout to ask you the same damn thing?" he glanced at her, and she could tell right away that he was trying hard to sound unconcerned, but she caught it. Knew him too well by now. He was concerned.

Her muscles were aching all over, and she was still wearing her oversized shirt from this morning ... but it was damp. Her head was hurting too and she reached for the source of the pain. The bump on the back of her head where that guy had hit her. She winced in pain when she touched it.

"Wouldn't mess with it if I were you. Just leave it be." He stated, but he didn't add that that's what the Doc had said. "So are you gonna tell me?"

She spun around again to look at him, then stared straight ahead to the other island, "I was in the kitchen, getting cereal. I heard the door, thought it was you. Next thing I know I got hit in the head. Then some guy leaned over me and mumbled something about the island ... That's all I remember."

He sighed loudly. Loud enough to make her turn and look at him, then she asked, "So are you gonna tell me?"She mocked him with the same question.

Shit. He knew she was going to ask him, but he'd never actually wondered how he'd tell her until just now. He'd been too occupied wondering if and when she'd wake up, it hadn't even crossed his mind what he'd tell her.

"Do you believe in ghosts?" he spat out as if he was asking her about the weather.

She turned around completely now, facing him with her entire body. Tugging her legs under her and pulling the shirt down as far as she could, "What? Why?" Had he seen Juliet, she wondered.

He swallowed before he answered, "Jack ... well, his ghost appeared at the beach, told me you were in trouble." Their eyes locked and he could see the confusion in hers.

"Jack?" she asked not believing him. Shaking her head. "He's dead, Sawyer." She added to point out the obvious.

He raised his eyebrows at her, and said in a mocking tone of voice, "You don't say ... I said his ghost, didn't I?"

Now she rolled her eyes at him. Not even five minutes together and he already had her doing the eye-roll.

"What? You think I'm crazy?" He asked her annoyed now.

She just looked at him in disbelieve ... but after all, it wouldn't be the craziest thing she'd ever heard happening on this island.

A few seconds passed. "No." she finally answered back, glancing behind Sawyer, trying to get a glimpse of Hydra Island again. But she still couldn't see it.

He noticed her looking past him, "You can't see him." It wasn't a question. It was a statement.

"What?" Their eyes met again.

"For whatever reason, only I can see him." He chuckled, "Ironic, ain't it? Didn't even wanna see the guy when he was still alive."

She stayed quiet for a moment, obviously thinking about something, then she said, "What about Hurley? He can see him too, can't he?"

"Hurley? ... Probably."

A few minutes passed again until she asked, "Then what? What else happened back there?"

He sighed, suddenly focusing his full attention to the raft and the sea ahead. He frowned and avoided her eyes burning a hole into him, "Found you tied up. Got you out of there. Went back and killed the rest of 'em. Got us on this raft and ... well, here we are."

She swallowed, wondering if she should ask for more detail, instead she just asked, "So, they're all dead?"

"Yup."

She didn't say anything for a while. Her eyes casting down at her own hands, holding onto the raft.

"I'm glad you finally woke up though."

She looked up at him again, the corners of her lips forming a half-smile.

He couldn't take his eyes off of her now, seemed like forever they'd been this close after their little shout-out a week ago. He smiled mischievously when he added, "Thought I might have to kiss you 'wake like Cinderella."

A smile plastered over her face ... she couldn't have stopped it, even if she'd tried, "You as the prince charming? Good thing I woke up on my own then."

He tightened the sail a bit, shifting it to catch the wind better, "Or too bad that you did." Looking at her for a reaction.

When she smiled and slightly blushed as her eyes tried to avoid his, he couldn't help himself and smiled too. A big fat dimple smile, thinking to himself 'Yeah, she still loves me.'

"You thirsty? Or hungry, sweetheart?"

"Yeah." She answered and looked up at him once again.

He held out his hand, and when she took it, he pulled her up and towards him.

"Hold this." He handed her the rope, so she did as she was told. Standing up now, she got a full view of the raft he'd build ... and to her surprise, she found herself impressed.

He rifled through some bag on the ground, fishing out some food and a water bottle for her. She noticed that one of the bags was her back pack from her room, and there were also a bunch of clothes in a pile that he must have grabbed in a hurry for her.

She smiled at him, when he noticed that she'd noticed the pile of clothes. He smiled back, "Thought you might be more comfy with some damn pants on, girl."

He took the rope again and she reached for the first pair within reach, sat down and pulled them on. She stood back up and closed her button and zipper. She was just about to pull the t-shirt off, but then stopped and looked at him.

"Jack ... he's not here now, is he?"

Sawyer shook his head, "No, he ain't here. He disappeared when I was loadin' up the raft."

Without another word she pulled the oversized shirt off, not even bothered by his eyes on her and pulled on the first tank top that she saw.

His heart rate had immediately picked up a notch or two when he saw her pull that shirt off of her head. His fingers itched to touch her, pull her into him ... but he had enough self control ... for now any ways.

They switched positions again and both of them sat down after he'd tied the rope to the mast. He watched her eat. She didn't seem to mind his eyes on her ... after all this time they'd spend together, she'd gotten used to the fact that he enjoyed to watch her eat.

"So what now?" She startled him with her question in between bites.

He looked out towards the ocean, pointing and said, "Figured we head straight for the nearest shore. And walk from there."

She licked some food off of her finger then said with her eyebrows furrowed, "Dharmaville's all the way on the north side of the island." She pointed to where he'd pointed just a minute ago, "That's the south side. It'll take us forever to get back there on foot."

He looked up at the sun, then back at her. "Look honey, we only got a couple hours of daylight left. I can't steer this thing in the dark, we have to get to shore asap." Didn't we have this argument before, he thought.

She huffed in annoyance and looked up at him, "But now we know that we won't drift out to sea, we'll end up north eventually."

"The winds gonna pick up, the waves are only gonna get higher at night, and once the sun's gone we're gonna freeze our asses off out here. And just because we can't drift off, doesn't mean we can't drown sugarpop."

"You jumped out of a chopper and made it back to shore alright."

"That was the middle of the day, not at night. And even then, the waves were so damn high, I couldn't even see at first if I was even swimming in the right direction. For a while there I thought I might be swimming out to sea instead of back to shore. It's gonna be even harder to tell when it's pitch black out."

She realized that made sense.

Then he added, "And what about you? How are you gonna get back to shore?"

She looked offended, "I swam all the way to the boat after jumping off a cliff with a bullet hole in my shoulder ... I think I can manage." She added for good measure.

He couldn't help that smirk that formed on his face. Damn, she was stubborn ... he'd missed arguing with her about as much as he'd missed loving on her ... almost.

"Oh really, you'll manage?" He mocked her, "And that's coming from the girl that spend more time past out then awake since she'd gotten here."

"I got hit in the head." She tried to defend herself. "And so did you Sawyer! Remember Drake?" She smiled like she'd just won this argument.

"I'm not even talking about today. I'm talking about back in Dharmaville. And on the beach on Hydra Island a week ago. Nobody hit you in the head then, but you just passed out. You really wanna take your chances in the ocean with that?" he looked at her as if he really wanted an answer.

She frowned now and looked away, embarrassed that he called her out like that. Then she grabbed her backpack and started to look through it. She dug out the little plastic brown bottle, opened it and took a few drops with the dropper onto her tongue.

Sawyer watched her curiously, "What's that?"

She didn't wanna tell him at first, 'cause she was still annoyed that he might be right about the whole passing out thing. She sighed and then answered him anyways, "The doctor gave me these, they're suppose to help with stabilizing my blood pressure."

He gave her a funny look, like he didn't know what that meant. Then she added, "So I don't pass out all the time."

He smiled and just nodded, ... so he was right. He knew it and she knew it too.

She finished her food and her water in record time, then she said, "Do you expect me to hike through the jungle barefoot?" her tone almost accusatory.

He chuckled at her defiance, leaned into her and for a moment she thought he was going to kiss her. But instead he just reached passed her, picking up one of the bags from the pile in the middle of the raft and revealed her boots. He handed them to her in silence.

She just looked embarrassed, then grabbed the rolled up pair of socks out of the boot and put them on.

He watched her for a moment, but after she didn't say anything he said, "You're welcome."

She blushed slightly, glanced up at him and smiled, "Thank you."

She wanted to climb into his lap right then and there. He'd thought of everything. The raft was holding up. Food, water, her backpack with her passport in it. Clothes and shoes. She was really impressed.

They'd managed to walk quite a bit. Her body was still aching, but she tried her best to keep up with him.

He'd noticed her slacking and slowed down on purpose so she could keep up. Both of their backpacks filled with as much as they could possibly carry.

She stopped and grouched down when she noticed her boot had gotten untied. He turned around and slowly took a few steps backwards, "Come on girl, hurry up. It's gonna get dark soon, we gotta keep going as long as we can see where we're at."

She tied her shoestrings carefully, double knotted them so they wouldn't open up again, not even bothering to look up at him. It wasn't like she was stalling on purpose.

Sawyer watched her impatiently, still taking slow steps backwards. Kate was finally done, got up and started walking towards him.

"Finally." He huffed.

She looked up and was just about to say something equally annoying back, but instead she yelled, "Sawyer, watch out."

He didn't stop fast enough, turned around though and she ran over to him in an attempt to help him, but failed miserably.

A loud swoosh sound was heard, both of them yanked hard off the ground and hurled up into the air like they were in some kind of catapult.

The ropes around them tightly. Her face pressed against his chest. Her breath frantic from her sprint in her attempt to safe him.

"SON OF A BITCH."

They were caught in a net!

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