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: LOVE LOVE LOVED IT! I was smiling the whole time I wrote the end of this chapter. By the way, sorry I usually put the important things at the end of the chapter, I'm going to work on that. But I couldn't help smiling at that last scene, it was adorable! So now that the ice is slowly being broken between these two, things are going to start getting much more interesting. Can someone please leave a review if you don't mind? I've only had a few which leaves me to worry that this story is a dud. I'd really appreciate a review guys. Hope you enjoy this chapter! :)

{Kennedy's POV}

I was getting sick of the occurring dreams of my haunted past. Last night's dream was strange, I'd seen Sawyer in it. He was taking me to his tent where I laid there until another dream came. It was weird, but I was still sad when it ended. I felt myself coming out of sleep as I stretched my legs and arms. My eyes slowly blinked, opening my eyes to the realization that the dream had really happened.

The tent was still quite dark, so it must have been pretty early in the morning. Before Sawyer ever got up. I saw and felt his arm around me, his soft breathing on the back of my neck. I wasn't sure if I should slowly make my way out of the tent without waking him, or just stay there. I really didn't want to leave, I wasn't sure when or if this would ever happen again.

I carefully pressed my back into his chest a little more, taking in his comforting warmth. His arm slightly tightened around me. Sawyer made me feel comforted, protected, and whole. The pain I still had from my past always seemed to subside when he was there.

"Red?" His deep voice sounded groggy as he began to wake up. I rolled over on my back, finding the man blinking the sleep out of his aqua colored eyes. He looked at me smiling while he propped his head up with his hand.

"Hi." I whispered sheepishly, noticing how dangerously close our faces were.

"Hi." He responded with that crooked smile of his. He was gorgeous, even in the morning. "Sleep good?" He added.

"Yeah." I replied. I wanted to stay here, but I didn't know how anyone would react to finding a young girl sleeping in Sawyer's tent. People probably wouldn't take it in so well.

"Red?" Sawyer asked me, his eyes thoughtful. "Who's Cadan?"

Hearing the name made shoot up out of the spot I was laying.

"Where did you hear that name?" I demanded, my heart racing.

"You said it last night when you were still half asleep." He answered, looking very confused by my behavior. Had I really said his name?

"I've got to go." I said as I exited the tent. I didn't look back to see if Sawyer was there, I needed to get away from him before my water works started. I was half way to the ocean when I exploded into tears, letting my emotions run over. I went down on my knees, staring in the purple sky. When Sawyer had said his name, the hole in my heart ripped a little more. I'd never wanted anyone else to know about him and it hurt for others to say his name. It still hurt to hear it from my own lips.

xXx

I'd managed to calm myself down after a while, but I didn't go back to Sawyer's place. I knew it would be too awkward. So, to pass time I went for another bath in the ocean, with underwear on this time. The dye from my hair faded a little more, but still not to the point where it was noticeable. It wasn't like I needed to care about what my hair looked like on this island anyway.

After I put on the same clothes I'd been wearing for eight days straight. By now, I'd lost hope of ever finding my suitcase which really worried me. Still, it wouldn't help to whine about it.

Not long after that, Kate found me.

"Hey, I heard screaming last night. It was close to your shelter, did you hear it?" The freckle-faced woman asked.

"Actually, it was me. Just a bad dream." I explained quickly.

"Oh. Well, can I ask something else?"

"Sure." I replied, feeling nervous in my stomach. I already knew what her question would be.

"Why'd you move closer to Sawyer?"

"Uh well, with Jack being gone now I thought that maybe it'd be safer to be sleeping beside someone who could help me if I were in trouble." I explained. Sleeping beside? That wasn't obvious at all. Still, Kate seemed to buy it.

"Okay, but just be careful around him, Kennedy. You never know what a guy like that might do." The brunette warned.

I nodded, showing her that I understood, but I felt like I knew a little more about Sawyer than she thought.

"Come on, Jack's here." She said walking up to the doc's old place. I followed closely behind her. We found Jack looking at Kate's mugshot, something no one really wanted to discuss.

"I take better pictures than that." She said, startling the doctor. "Smaller too if you want something for your wallet." She added to help lighten the mood.

"I just came by for a few things and this was . . . this was with my stuff." Jack handed the paper to Kate.

"So you're not staying?"

"Call me a broken record, but caves are natural shelter. And a hell of a lot safer than living her on the beach." The doc explained. Once again I was getting the third wheel feeling.

"You're mad at us." Kate stated definitely. Us? Why would he be mad at us? She was suppose to be his big buddy, not me.

"No, Kate, I'm not. I just don't understand why you won't come with me. Us. It may be a mile up there, if that." Kate was already shaking her head, refusing to get sucked in.

"We crashed eight days ago, Jack. I'm not setting up house here." She argued.

"I want off this island too, but we all know that's not gonna happen anytime soon." Jack rebuttaled.

"Sayid, he has a plan."

The two kept going on for the next minute or so about the decision to stay on the beach or go off to the caves. I didn't see the whole point in debating which was better or worse. Then, Sawyer came walking into Jack's recently unoccupied shelter which a couple of suit cases.

"Wouldn't mind sharing a few things with these two myself." He replied to Jack's previous statement.

"What do you want, Sawyer." Kate said stiffly.

"Heard the doc here was vacating the premises. Thought I'd best say claims to my new digs before somebody else did." With that, the dirty blonde dropped his suit cases and declared ownership of the shelter.

Made sense that he would decide to move tents after what happened this morning.

"I could fix this place up real good, might even find somebody to share it with me." Sawyer said, shooting a flirtatious glance my way.

"I'll talk to you later." Jack said to Kate, clearly annoyed by Sawyer who gave the doc a sarcastic farewell wave.

"Guess he thought I was talking about you." The dirty blonde said to the brunette. She scowled at him.

"Then who were you talking about?" Kate asked defensively. Sawyer peeked at me and then started unpacking his stuff from his bags. Kate watched him do it.

"You stay away from her, Sawyer." Kate whispered angrily, she probably didn't know that I could still hear her. I wasn't sure if she was acting this way because she felt the need to protect me, or if she may have been jealous.

"How 'bout when Red wants an over-protective, big sister, she'll let you know." The man smirked, both of them trying to stare each other down. Then, Kate decided to be the bigger person and walk away.

"Let's go, Kennedy." She said as she passed me. I looked back at Sawyer once, the look on his face told me that he wouldn't be offended. I followed my new, big sister away from the shelter.

xXx

Kate brought me with her to see Sayid about the transceiver thing. Boone was there with them as the Iraqi talked about setting three antennas in a triangular perimeter to try to find where the French woman's broadcast was coming from. It all seemed a little confusing to me, although it usually did. Kate was to take one into the jungle, Sayid was going to go up to higher ground, and Boone was to stay on the beach. I wasn't happy with the idea of Kate going into the jungle, not with that thing still loose out there. Not to mention polar bears.

"If the French transmission is coming from somewhere within our triangulation, I'll be able to locate the source. But there are two complications." Sayid explained.

"Of course there are." Boone sighed.

"The power cells I've crafted onto the antennas are dry. There's no telling how long they'll last. A minute, maybe more, maybe less."

"So, we have to wait until we're in position before we switch them on." Kate acknowledged.

"Wait a second. How'll we be able to tell that we're actually in the right position? We have no way to communicate with each other." Boone pointed out. The darker skinned man dug into his bag and pulled out three large fireworks.

"Bottle rockets?"

"Now when I'm in position, I'll follow off my rocket. When you two see it, you fire yours. " He pointed to the blue eyed man. "As soon as the last one has gone up, we all switch on our antennas."

It actually sounded pretty simple, but I'm sure there was a catch.

"Okay, but you said there were two complications." Kate recalled. Of course.

"The battery in the transceiver is dead. Without a transceiver, all of this is for nothing. Something from a laptop computer would probably work, but I've not been able to find anything." Sayid said to the brunette. At that moment, she and I exchanged glances, knowing what each other was thinking.

"I think we know a place to look." She said confidently.

xXx

"You've been hoarding like a pack rat since the crash and you don't have a single laptop?" Kate said to Sawyer doubtfully. The dirty blonde looked up from his book a second time.

"You are testy. Still upset about your little break up? You and Jack-O?" He mocked.

"Must be exhausting."

"What's that?" The man asked curiously.

"Living like a parasite, always taking never giving." The brunette smirked.

"Well, you got me pegged, don't ya?" Sawyer replied with a cocky smile.

"I get it now. You don't want off this island because there's nothing for you to go back for. Nobody you miss and no one misses you." Kate eyed him slyly. I didn't really like the things she'd said about him, but I knew it was just to get a laptop out of him. I actually knew how it felt not to miss anyone, for no one to miss me. Maybe that was why I didn't see the worry of not getting rescued.

"Aw, you feeling sorry for me?" The man's voice was very soft, almost like this morning.

"I don't feel sorry for you, I pity you."

With that, Sawyer gave a smile of defeat and dug into his suitcase and pulled out a laptop.

"All you had to do was say please." He said, handing her the battery.

We left the man to his reading while we went back to Sayid. I was feeling a little useless just standing around here doing nothing.

"Kate, do you want me to go with you? Just so you don't have to go out there alone?" I asked, feeling a little concerned.

"No, it's okay. I'd rather you stay here on the beach where it's safe." She said just before leaving into the jungle with Sayid. I was really getting tired of being a third wheel to everyone.