Disclaimer: Sadly, I do NOT own the show "Lost". However, I do own my Original Character ( Kennedy White ), as well as her background, and her plot on the island.

Author's note: Is Sawyer a wolf in sheep's clothing? More importantly, does Kennedy believe that? Sorry about the last chapter being mostly conversation. I, myself, prefer action. But you know how the first episodes of Lost were. Don't worry, things are going to be heating up very soon. Hope you like this next chapter. If you like, you know what to do. :)

We arrived at the beach during the hottest part of the day. The journey back was a hell of a lot easier seeing as we were going down hill. Apparently, everyone had been anxious for our return. Now it was the time to break the news to them, or at least the news that Kate and Sayid had made up.

People came running, crowding around in a half circle as Sayid stood atop a wing from the plane. Kate stood at his side. I made my way into the crowd, blending in. I didn't want to be in the spotlight.

"As you and the others know, we hiked up the mountain in an attempt to help the rescue team locate us." Sayid began. He look a long pause, as if to purposely add excitement. "The transceiver failed to pick up a signal. We weren't able to send out a call for help."

The other survivors gasped and whispered to each other. I stared at the ground as I listened to Sayid lie through his teeth.

"But we're not giving up." He called out, raising everyone's hopes again. "If we gather electronic equipment, your cellphones, laptops. I can boost the signal, and we can try again. But that may take some time, so for now, we should begin rationing our remaining food. If it rains, we should set up tubs to collect water. I need to organize three separate groups, each group should have a leader. One group for water, I'll organize that. Who's going to organize electronics?"

Soon, everyone was pitching in. They were all following Sayid's orders. Wreckage was being moved and made into shelters. I noticed that I was alone again. People were working together all around me, and I was just there. Boone and his sister stuck together, Michael and his son (I'm pretty sure I was getting his name right). Kate and Jack seemed to have teamed up. Then, there was me, a nobody.

I decided to stop feeling sorry for myself and start making a shelter. I wasn't sure where to start though. I went scavenging for what no one else was going to use. I found a large piece of the plane's side that no one had picked up yet. It was roughly five feet wide and it would make a pretty decent lean-to. Only it was much to heavy, I realized this after ten minutes of try to move it to no avail.

I thought of just giving up and leaving the damn thing there. Then, I saw Charlie walking by, he was dragging a wheelchair behind him though I wasn't sure what it was for. I didn't want to ask for help, but I had no other choice unless I wanted to sleep under the stars.

"Hey." I called to him shyly.

The short, blonde stopped and wheeled around to face me.

"Yep?"

"You think you could help me move this?" I asked, quickly biting my lip.

"I would love to, totally. But I'm suppose to be moving luggage." Charlie's reply dulled any hope I had left that someone might want to help me out.

"Oh, okay. Thanks anyway." I stood there awkwardly. All I could do was stare down at the piece of metal hopelessly.

"I suppose they could wait a minute, huh?" I looked back to Charlie who quickly sat the wheelchair down and came to stand in front of me.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, this could only take a minute, right?" The little man bent down and tried to pick up the hunk of metal, he was able to lift it and I quickly went to the side opposite him and lifted up as well.

I wanted to have my shelter close to where Jack had set up his. This way, if my shelter-making skills failed me, there could be someone close by. We leaned the plane's scrap against another part of the wreckage and it remained still. It was quickly and pretty simple. Charlie stood up straight with his hands on his hips and looked at the lean-to with a job-well-done attitude.

"Welp, there ya go." He smiled at me and I returned the gesture.

"Thanks."

"No problem. See ya around." Charlie patted my shoulder as he walked past me and left with the wheelchair.

Looking at the shelter I made, I felt satisfied with it. Now, if I could find something to put under it to sleep on, I'd be in good shape.

xXx

Later in the evening, I was in the mood to search for my suitcase again. I wasn't sure if it would do any good, but I knew it couldn't hurt to try. My search led me towards the midsection of the plane. As I walked around the outside, I heard voices inside. They sounded familiar and my curiosity beckoned me to get closer.

"You're just not looking at the big picture, doc. Still back in civilization." I heard someone say, someone with a deep, southern voice. Sawyer.

"Yeah? And where are you?" I heard Jack's reply.

"Me? I'm in the wild." Sawyer answered. I climbed up into the plane and found the bad-ass himself standing the closest with his back to me. He must not have heard me come in, for he seemed to be caught off guard when he turned and saw me standing in his way.

"The wild, huh?" I repeated, the corners of my mouth curled slightly. I thought he sounded pretty silly.

I watched Sawyer narrow his eyes and a show me a playful smirk.

"Yeah. With the lions and tigers and bears, oh my." He made sure to put extra emphasis on bears, chuckling confidently as he walked past me.

"Little strange, isn't he?" Jack smiled. I smiled back, my mouth closed.

"What was he doing in here?" I wondered aloud.

"Uh, looting." The doc answered, he seemed to be searching in the luggage compartments for something.

I looked around the cabin. Then, I found a corpse of a middle-aged man hanging upside down in his seat. Realizing that I had once been beside him, I started to feel upset. My hand covered my mouth and I quickly sat down.

"You okay?" Jack asked from across the cabin.

I nodded, but I was still struggling to get a grip on myself. The memory was still so vivid, like a healing wound. It was still painful. Looking to Jack, I saw that he was staring at me with worry. I took a few deep breaths and managed to get myself back under control.

"I was sitting there." I pointed up to the seats next to the corpse.

Jack's eyes followed the direction I'd pointed to and I watched his brows furrow and crumple together.

"That's where you were stuck?"

I nodded.

"So, did you ever find the one that got you out?" Jack asked, recalling our first conversation.

Oh, the irony! I wasn't sure if Jack would believe me, I probably would either had it not been me.

"He just left." I felt a chuckle mix with the choking back of the tears.

Jack's concerned expression melted away into disbelief.

"Sawyer? You sure? You did have a concussion." I wasn't surprised at Jack's words. I expected them after the answer I had just given him.

"Yeah. I remember everything." I swallowed dryly, feeling the memories flooding my thoughts."When the tail broke off, there was luggage flying out of the plane. I think that's what hit my head. Anyway, woke up not long after we crashed. I was still in the plane, strapped in my seat upside down. I was sitting there." I pointed to the row where the corpse was again. "I screamed so loud, hoping someone could hear me. I thought nobody would ever find me," I looked down at my feet when I paused. "But he did. He got me out and carried me onto the beach. Then, the explosion."

I stopped there, propping my arm up on my knee with my head in my hand.

The doc seemed very surprised. Thing carefully about what I knew about Sawyer now, I was surprised too.

"Damn. I guess you did get pretty lucky." Jack chuckled. I suppose he was trying to lighten the mood, and it helped.

I'm not sure why I told Jack what happened. Maybe because he only thought that Sawyer only had one side.

"There's just something about him. It's like he's trying to piss everyone off, you know?" Jack said after taking in all that I'd said. I understood him there, Sawyer did have a strange way of making friends.

xXx

It was dark now. I had made a small fire by my shelter, so it wouldn't be as dark. My mind was on him.

"Sawyer," I sighed, pushed my bangs back. "What the hell do you want?" What about him could I not get out of my head? Was it because he saved me? Maybe. Still, there was something about him that made me want to be around him. The way he got to me when he spoke, the way he brought out his other side of me.

A gunshot echoed across the beach, making my stomach come up in my throat. It came from the direction where Jack's shelter was. I got up and took off running. When I made it there, I saw Jack and Hurley standing outside the shelter, Kate was walking away.

"Jack, what happened? I-"

I trailed off as Sawyer walked out, his gun in his hand. I froze. The injured man. Did Sawyer . . .? The blonde looked up, his unreadable eyes looked into mine. No. No, he wouldn't do that. I knew what had happened, I just didn't want to believe it.

"Sawyer." I whispered his name under my breath.

"What did you do?" Jack demanded. His whole body trembling with rage.

"What you couldn't." Sawyer answered him. The doc stormed toward him. "Look, I get where you're coming from, being a doctor and all. But he wanted it. Hell, he asked me."

The two men were almost touching noses when Jack approached him, but he continued to walk into the shelter.

"So I don't like it anymore than you do. Something had to be done." The blonde finished, trying to make the doc understand. We all turned our attention to the shelter when we heard choking coming from inside. I sucked in a sharp breath.

"Aw, no way." Hurley sighed. "Guys."

Jack and Sawyer rushed inside.

"You shot him in the chest?"

"I was aiming for his heart." A deep, southern voice admitted.

"You missed."

"And is he still breathing?" Hurley asked. I was so worked up that I was feeling dizzy.

"You perforated his lung. It'll take hours to bleed out." Jack explained.

"There was . . . I only had one bullet." Sawyer tried to explain himself.

"Get out!" Jack shouted.

Hurley walked away from the scene, looking nauseous. I watched Sawyer emerge from the shelter, pulling a smoke out of his pack. His fingers fumbled trying to light it.

"Dammit!" He said after getting frustrated and throwing the cigarette.

The choking, gurgling sounds coming from the dying man were unbearable to listen to. Finally, they ceased and Jack quickly walked out onto the beach. His face ridden over with sadness. He passed between Sawyer and I, and he just kept going.

I wasn't sure what to feel or what to do. Sawyer's eyes met mine again, but this time he seemed to look at me defensively. It's like he was ready for me to yell and beat him down as Jack had. I wanted to, but I knew it wasn't right. It was an accident, right? I knew the answer, but I couldn't think. I didn't want to talk to him, I didn't even want to look at him. I just wanted to walk away. And that's what I did.