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: Well, the last chapter was a bit gloomy . . . and short. What's going to happen next? Does Kennedy still see Sawyer as a hero? Read to find out. If you like, you know what to do. :)

{Kennedy's POV}

It took me a long time to go to sleep. The next morning, I felt sick. I assumed that it was because my nerves had been really shaken from the night before.

Who was Sawyer, really? I thought I knew at first, but now I realized that it was all just false hope. What kind of person would kill another man? Even if it was to put that guy out of his misery, he was a human being.

I crawled out of my lean-to and walked around the beach, everybody else was just waking up as well. I saw Sawyer, he was just sitting there with a mopey look on his face. Don't pay any attention to him, Kennedy. I was going to walk right by as if he weren't even there. I didn't know what I thought about him, and until I was sure, I was going to avoid him. From the glimpse of expression I examined on his face, he looked as if he were feeling pretty guilty. Good, he should be.

Deep down, I knew what happened wasn't completely his fault, but at the same time it was. He was the one with the gun. He was the one who decided to shoot the man in the chest. For that, he was guilty.

"Hey, Red." I heard him mutter just as a passed him. His voice was like a nail on a chalk board in my head. reluctantly, I turned and faced him. Damn it!

"What?" I asked smugly, making sure to avoid his eyes.

"You gonna hate on me too?" His head was slightly cocked to the side. I refused to look at his face, so I wasn't sure if he was being serious or not.

Of course I didn't hate him. I think. After last night, I wasn't too sure about Sawyer. There were too many factors that I cared to deal with, and I just wanted to be alone.

"I don't have anything to say to you, Sawyer." I mumbled. My voice held no intimidation, same as usual.

I expected the man to throw a laugh my way. But when I finally found the courage to look him in the eye, I saw his face was smug and his eyes narrowed at me.

"An' why's that?"

I didn't have an answer, I guess me biting my lip and looking away sent a clear message.

"Don't act like you know me, kid. You don't know a damn thing about me." He said, his tone was indifferent with just a hint of irritation.

"I don't want to know you." I countered quietly. I didn't care if I was being too harsh, the sick feeling was getting worse and I just wanted to walked away. I didn't want Sawyer to see me vomit.

"Good, then get." He snapped at me through gritted teeth. His words stung, but I brushed it off quickly.

{Sawyer's POV}

Maybe I was being a little ill with the kid, but she'd get over it. Hell, I saved her damn life twice and as soon as I make a mistake, I'm the worst person in the world. I never asked to be put on a pedestal, so I shouldn't have to worry about pleasing her all the time. I knew I was just trying to be a hard ass, and I knew I did give a damn about what Red thought. But just a little.

She just stood there for a moment, hesitating. I thought she might say something else, but she just blinked a few times. She stumbled back a little as if she were trying to keep her balance and I was beginning to wonder if she had found any of the plane's alcohol supply that I had missed.

Her eyes started fluttering and then they closed and her body went limp and fall backwards. I jumped up, alarmed at first. Then, I questioned whether or not it was a bad prank.

"Hey, get up. That ain't funny." I said to her. She didn't move, not even a twitch. I knelt beside her and still hoped that just maybe she was bluffing. She was lying on her back, face as pale as a new, white pillow. "Red." I called to her. After not getting any kind of response, I actually started to worry.

Looking up, I saw a few people staring curiously. None of them made an attempt to come closer.

"Hey, kid. Wake up." I made my voice louder this time, but an answer never came. I lifted Kennedy's head and lifted her eyelids. Her green irises were almost completely rolled back in her head.

"What's going on?" Freckles stood over me and the unconscious body, her brows furrowed in a demanding fashion.

"I think she's out." I turned my attention back to Kennedy who still had not moved.

"Jack!" Kate called out. A crowd appeared around us in seconds. It took a minute for the jackass to finally get to us.

"What happened?" He asked, leaning over the girl's body. I moved away to give him room.

"I saw her pass out." I admitted. Jack checked the kid's breathing.

"She swallowed her tongue." He said as he opened the girl's mouth. I watched curiously as he stuck his fingers into her throat and pulled her tongue forward. Instantly, Kennedy breathed in deeply, coughing as she exhaled.

"Sawyer, lift up her legs. It'll help her blood flow back to her heart, get oxygen to her brain faster." Jack instructed. I did as he said, feeling more concerned about the girl than any annoyance Jack or I had for each other. As I waited anxiously for a moment, Kennedy's eyes opened half way and fluttered lazily as if she was having trouble coming to.

"Wha . . . ?" The girl trailed off, her eyes were starting to close again.

"Hey, look at me." Jack said as he cradled her neck, but her head was started to go limp again. "Hey. Come on, look at me."

Red's eyes opened a little wider, but quickly began to droop again. She was fighting to stay awake.

"Hey, can you tell me your name?" Jack asked her. This question seemed to spark some life back into the girl as she managed to lift her eyelids back up.

"Kenn . . . edy." She mumbled.

"Good." The doc smiled at her. "What's my name? Do you remember?"

"Jack?" Kennedy's brows crumpled together like she might not be too sure.

"Yeah." Jack laughed out of relief, I did too. He turned his attention to the crowd standing around us. "She's okay, guys."

People murmured to each other as they thinned out. Jack help the girl sit up slowly. She looked at me, surprised to see me. I returned a smirk.

"What happened?" Her voice was groggy. My stomach was slowly going back down to its normal position.

"Kennedy, do you have a history of fainting?" Jack asked seriously. The kid looked confused.

"No."

"When was the last time you ate?" The doc asked again. The red head thought carefully for a minute, trying hard to remember.

"It was before we crashed." She answered softly. Three days without food? This little girl was crazy. It was no wonder she passed out.

"Okay. Well, you need to get some food into your system. Stay here, I'll bring you something." Jack said to her before walking away. Kate followed him.

{Kennedy's POV}

I didn't want to be left alone with Sawyer, but it wasn't like I could walk away or make him leave. Maybe if I just don't talk to him, he won't say anything either.

"Boy, you sure know how to put a scare in someone, Red." The dirty blonde chuckled. Wishful thinking.

"Are you really trying to make me believe that you were scared?" I asked doubtfully, my eyes on my feet.

"Aw, come on now. I have a heart too. I care." He smiled, something in his voice seemed a little sarcastic.

"Yeah, about yourself." I added smugly. His smile faded into a frown, I'd upset him.

"Ah fuck, never mind. I get it, I do. O' Sawyer's a bad guy, only cares about himself, right?" The dirty blonde stood up, dusting off his knees.

"That's not fair." I protested weakly.

"Yeah, whatever." Sawyer grumbles as he walked away. Why did he care what I thought about him? I sat on the beach until Jack returned with a piece of fruit.

"Here, eat this." He said, handing it to me. I hesitated, but as the fruity smell reached my nose it made by stomach ache with hunger. I took a bite, delicious taste rushing into my mouth. I hadn't even realized how hungry I was.

"Thanks." I said after swallowing. Jack nodded.

"So, why haven't you been eating?" He asked as I bit into the fruit again. I hesitantly chewed for a little bit.

"I don't like to eat when I'm scared. It just makes me feel worse." I admitted honestly.

"We're all scared, Kennedy. Just remember that I'm here, and I'm not going to let anything bad happen to you or anyone else." The doctor said sincerely. He should have known after last night that that wouldn't calm me down. He didn't have control over anything any better than we did.

"Thanks, Jack." I smiled. I finished off the fruit, we just sat there now. He seemed to be thinking about something for a little while.

"So, Sawyer must like your company." He finally said. I turned to him.

"What makes you say that?"

"You're one of the few people he ever speaks to. Everywhere you are, he shows up." Jack explained. When I took that into consideration he made sense, but I didn't want to admit that he was right yet.

"I don't know about that."

"Ah, I'm pretty sure. Look, Kennedy, just be careful around him. Okay?" Jack was making no sense. Why did he care if Sawyer talked to me? I know last night probably made him have hard feelings toward the guy, but why would he be worried about me?

"Okay." I answered nodding.

xXx

It was late at night when I got woke up by that kid's dog. I could understand that the boy wanting his dog back, but I think I liked it better when he was lost. I tried to ignore it and go back to sleep. That's when I heard a loud commotion coming from the inside of the plane. It sounded like something rummaging through the wreckage. I got up and walked toward the scene. Apparently, I wasn't the only one who'd heard it, everyone was getting up and curiously heading in the plane's direction.

I found Jack and Kate and went to stand by them as I listened for the sound again. It came again, making a racket in the midsection. At first, I thought it might have been that thing in the jungle knocking down the trees. But maybe it could have been another polar bear.

"What is it?" Kate asked nervously. She seemed just as afraid as I was.

"Somebody's in there." Claire, the pregnant girl, said.

"Everyone is there is dead." I heard Sayid correct her. I really hoped that the dead weren't up moving about in there.

"It's Sawyer." Jack said back to the crowd.

"Right behind ya, jackass." said Sawyer retorted from behind Jack and me. His voice almost made me jump out of my skin. If it wasn't that thing, and it wasn't a dead person, and it wasn't Sawyer, who was it?

Jack obviously wasn't waiting to find out. He took a small flashlight out of his shirt pocket and started walking toward the wreckage, Sawyer followed behind him with a bigger light.

"Jack." Kate protested, but they ignored her, so she went with them. I followed suit behind her and then Charlie behind me. As we neared the plane, the sounds became louder, creepier. Jack crept just outside the wreckage, shining his tiny flashlight. We gathered behind and beside him, hoping to catch a glimpse of something. We couldn't, the light was much too dim.

"I'm gonna shed some light on this thing." Sawyer said, shining his huge light where Jack's was. As soon as he did, the doc pushed the flashlight away. Suddenly, we saw two, glowing eyes staring back at us, whatever it was making a growling noise.

"Run!" Jack shouted. He didn't need to tell any of us twice. As we darted back towards the camp, the others were screaming and running away also. Several, small, things ran past us. Some didn't. They were squealing like pigs, but were twice the size of your average farm hog. I was running as fast as I could when I felt someone grab me by the arm and pull me down and lay over me, protecting me from the animals' path. I didn't bother to look up and see who'd done it, I already knew it was Sawyer.

I felt his hot breath on the top of my head, the back of my neck. It gave me a cold chill. Being this close and this way wasn't something that I ever expected to happen. Seconds later, the animals ran back into the jungle. They'd left just as quickly as they came and scared the hell out of all of us.

"They're gone." I heard someone say. I felt Sawyer's weight disappear from my back and I stood up. I was too shy to look at him, but I felt his eyes on me.

"What the bloody hell was that?" I heard Charlie ask. My mind suddenly snapped back into focus.

"Boars."