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: I have to say that I'm pretty happy with how the last chapter turned out, but Kennedy needs to learn how to eat. Jack seems to be getting suspicious of Sawyer, and after reading the end of chapter 7, it's easy to see why. Was that little move of his to protect Kennedy from the boars? Or were his intentions more personal? Read to find out. If you like, you know what to do. :)

{Kennedy's POV}

Early the next morning, Kate told me about what Jack was wanting to do with the bodies. I agreed that it was the best thing for us to do. They were starting to smell and animals were coming by in the night to eat their remains. Giving them an ancient Greek funeral was better than letting them all be scavenged on by animals.

As for things that smelled, I couldn't handle my hygiene problem anymore. As soon as the sun began to come up, I took one of the towels from the plane's supply and went down to a secluded part of the beach where I would have complete privacy. I stripped down, not even leaving on underwear. I bashfully hid my body as I checked one last time to make sure no one was watching. Feeling safe that I was alone, I ran for the ocean and dived into the waves.

The water was cool, soothing. I was starting to feel better already. The tension slowly left my body as I waded in the waves, enjoying myself. I wasn't sure how long I'd been swimming when I heard rustling coming from the bushes. I cowardly crouched in the water, afraid someone was there.

"Hello?" I called out, carefully eying the beach. After not hearing a response for a few minutes, I decided to speed my bath up. I used the towel to scrub the dirt and dried sweat off, revealing cleaner skin. I'd gotten a little bit of a tan, different from my usually pale complexion. I also noticed the dye in my wet hair washing out a bit. No matter. I didn't take anymore time up than I needed, fearing I was just giving pervs more opportunity to catch me naked if I stayed longer. I put my clothes back on and headed back to the camp.

I arrived just in time to see Sawyer and Hurley fighting over a backpack. They were like two, little children.

"What's your problem? Hand 'em over!" Hurley demanded, trying to snatch the pack away.

"How 'bout no." Sawyer circled around the bigger man.

"There's other people here. Don't you give a crap?"

"Yeah well, if one of us didn't eat more than his fair share!" Sawyer shot back. I mentally scowled him for that remark. I was noticed that he didn't care to be hurtful when someone had him cornered.

"Oh, that's bull and you know it." Hurley defended himself.

"Alright guys, knock it off." Jack jumped in to take on his role as referee once again. The two didn't give up.

"You're not happy unless you're screwing over-" Hurley made another grab at the backpack.

"Hey, I'm peachy, pork pie!" Sawyer yanked the bag from his grip.

"Guys, know it off!" Jack raised his voice.

"You stay out of this, Metro!" The blonde yelled at the doc. Jack broke the two apart, Sayid assisted him.

"What's going on?"

"Jether here is hoarding the last of the peanuts." Hurley tattled. Peanuts?

"It's my own stash, I found it in there." Sawyer defended. Peanuts? They were fighting over peanuts? And what in the hell was Sawyer doing with a stash?

"What about the rest of the food?" Jack asked Hurley.

"There is no rest of the food, kinda ate it all." The heavy guy answered.

"What?" Shannon gasped. The others talked among themselves, asking what we were going to do.

"Okay, everybody. Just calm down." Jack started, but he couldn't think of the right words to say.

"We can find food." Sayid stepped forward. "There are plenty of things on this island we can use for sustenance."

"And exactly how are we gonna find the sustenance?" Sawyer asked sarcastically as he threw himself on one of the plane seats sitting on the beach. Out of nowhere, a knife flew into the seat, right beside Sawyer's head. I caught my breath, as did everyone else. We whipped our heads in the direction the flying knife came from. The bald man was standing there.

"We hunt." He casually answered.

"How'd you get that knife on the plane?" Kate asked curiously as Jack pulled the knife out of the seat. Sawyer stayed there, my guess is that he nearly pissed himself.

"Checked it."

"You either have very good aim, or very bad aim, Mr. . .?" Jack began, giving the knife back to its owner.

"Locke." The black man finished. "His name is Locke."

"Okay , what is it we're hunting?"

"We know there are wild boar on the island, razor backs by the look of them. The ones who came into the camp last night were piglets, a hundred, a hundred fifty pounds each. Which means that there's a mother near by a two hundred fifty pound rat with scimitar-like tusks and a surly disposition who'd love nothing more than to eviscerate anything comes near. Boars usual motive attack is to circle around and charge from behind, so I figure it'll take at least three of us to distract her long enough for me to flank off one of the piglets, pin it, and slit its throat." explained thoroughly. Sounded like a fucking blast.

"And you gave him his knife back?" Sawyer questioned Jack humorously.

"Well, if you've got a better idea . . . " The doc trailed off.

"Better than three of you wandering into the magic forest of bag-a-hunk-of-ham with nothing but a little-bitty huntin' knife? Hell no. It's the best idea I've ever heard." Sawyer's sarcasm continued. smiled to himself as he opened up his metal case, major hunting knives inside. Everyone exchanged glances, it even gave me the creeps.

"Who is this guy?" Hurley asked, his eyes glued to the knives.

xXx

, Kate, and the black man went into the jungle to hunt for the boars. I wasn't surprised when Kate volunteered, she seemed to like the spotlight. I'd lived with spotlight my whole life, and I didn't think it was all that and a bag of Doritos.

"Hey." Boone came to where I was sitting on the beach.

"Hi." I replied shyly.

"You ever find your suitcase?" He asked as he sat down. I answered him shaking my head. "You look like you've cleaned up."

"Yeah, doesn't do much when I have to put the same dirty clothes back on though." I looked down at my tattered tank and dirt covered jeans. It made me feel embarrassed.

"Don't worry about it, half of us can't find most of our stuff." Boone smiled.

"Not finding most of your stuff and not finding any of your stuff is two different things, silly." I pointed out to him. He agreed. We caught a glimpse of Sawyer walking around.

"What's with that guy?" Boone asked me as he watched the blonde go out of his view.

"Not sure. He seems a little off."

"Don't you and him know each other?" Boone asked curiously. His intense, blue eyes looking in mine.

"No, not really. I mean, we both went on that hike up the mountain, but I don't really know him." I explained. The brunette seemed a little confused.

"I just thought you two knew each other, the way I've seen him look at you sometimes. It's actually a little creepy." The lifeguard said.

"What do you mean?"

"Yeah, I've seen him watching you whenever he sees you. I've only seen him doing it a few times, but I thought it was worth mentioning." Boone's words made me feel nervous. Sawyer was stalking me? "Sorry if I scared you or anything." He started to apologize.

"No, its okay." I smiled at him with closed lips. On the far end of the beach, I saw Hurley and Charlie in the water with a stick. Curiosity struck. "I'm going to go down here, see what these crazy guys are doing."

"Yeah, okay." Boone smiled as I left him sitting on the beach. I jogged toward the two as Hurley jabbed the stick into the waves.

"Did you get it?" I heard Charlie ask as I got closer.

"Dude, quit asking me that." Hurley said as he pulled the stick out of the water. It had a pointed piece of metal stuck to the end.

"Sorry."

"Hey, guys. Um, what are you doing?" I smiled. I already had an idea of what they were trying to accomplish, but hearing them say it would brighten my day.

"Fishing." Charlie returned a huge smile. "Or spearing, or um." I held back laughing while he confused himself.

"No. I call it poking the water with a sharp stick and watching the fish run away." The bigger guy joked.

"You said you knew how to fish." Charlie reminded him.

"Yeah, Santa Monica Pier with my old man, and a fishing pole, and bait. Never had to try and poke one with a sharp stick." Hurley countered as he plunged the makeshift spear into the waves, missing again.

"Well, uh, I really appreciate you helping me out. Thanks." The funny, little guy patted him on the shoulder.

"Hey, anything that keeps me away from that fuselage." They began stalking another fish, Charlie pointing in out in the water. "Or that friggin, redneck jerk!" He exclaimed as he made an attempt to stab with fish. I guess that he was pretending Sawyer was the fish. Hurley let out an aggravated growl and began smacking the ocean with the stick. "Dammit! Crap! Son of a . . . "

"You want me to have a go?" Charlie offered, hoping to calm the big man down. Hurley instantly chilled out and tossed the spear to the shorter guy.

"Knock yourself out." I was a little worried about that comment, with these two crazies, someone getting knocked out was likely. They carefully watched the water until a fish came into view. "Kay, here it comes. Put your weight into it." Charlie readied himself. "Wait for it. Wait. Now!"

Charlie threw himself completely underwater. He shot back up instantly wide eyed. It was enough to make Hurley and me crack up. I needed the laugh.

"Dude, you gotta try to pin it." Hurley informed in between chuckles.

"Did you see how close I was? You said I had to corner it." The soaking wet Charlie said as Hurley and I pulled him toward the beach, a wave came in and almost pulled us all down. We couldn't keep the smiles off our faces. Then, I thought about how Sawyer had been treating Hurley. I felt bad for him because he was only trying to help everyone.

"Hey, Hurley?" I made myself serious.

"Yeah?" He was still grinning from ear to ear.

"Sorry about what he says. Sawyer, I mean." My voice was a little shaky. The big guy's smile faded, his memory going back.

"Forget it."

"No, he shouldn't be so mean. You were just trying to help out. You're a cool guy." I said honestly. It seemed to make him feel better.

"Yeah, where is that bear-killing friend of yours anyway?" Charlie asked, his eyes focused on the water again.

"Bear-killing? What the hell does that mean?" Hurley turned to me, confusion written all over his face.

"Oh yeah, tough guy saved Kennedy from a polar bear." Charlie explained. What? That's not how it was at all.

"No, he didn't." I said.

"Well then, maybe he was showing off for ya. A bit dramatically romantic, I think." Charlie suggested just before trying to spear another fish. He remembered not to go under this time. I tried not to think much into what he said, Charlie could be kind of strange. Still, was he right? And it was weird how everyone was assuming that Sawyer and I were friends. I hoped people's suspicions didn't grow into something more than that.

"A polar bear? What is a polar bear doing in the middle of the jungle?" Hurley asked.

"We're not sure, but keep it a secret. Okay? We don't need the others getting any more worried than they already are." I said, thinking about the craziness that would happen if people had anything else to fear.

"Yeah, sure thing."

xXx

A little while later, Kate and the black man came back. Locke showed up a few minutes later with a successful kill. Everyone looked forward to that. Then, after the sunset, people gathered around for the memorial service we were having and the burning of the fuselage. Some had been gathering information of the dead passengers all day so that they could read off names and say something on their behalf.

As Claire spoke, I had this sick feeling in my chest. I was so close to being on that list. Thinking of this made me look in the crowd for Sawyer. I found him standing just behind Shannon, on the outside of the half circle we'd all formed. I moved from my spot next to Kate and went to stand by him. His face seemed a bit grim.

"That would have been me if you hadn't have been there." I whispered, making sure only he could hear me. He looked down at me, his eyes thoughtful. I couldn't control my tears anymore, for some reason. As my waterworks started, I felt a strong arm go around my shoulder and pull into Sawyer's side. I looked up at him, alarmed at first. His eyes showed something that I hadn't seen in the man since after he'd saved me: kindness.

I knew that tomorrow things would be very different between us after tonight. I'd go back to avoiding him, he'd go back to the asshole personality that he wanted everyone to see. But tonight, we were letting our guards down, just for once. I'd never met anyone so confusing. He's as damned as he seems. I thought to myself as we turned our attention back to Claire as she finished the memorial.