A little after midnight, Olivia woke up with a start to the sight of a huge boar staring down at her.

She blinked three times thinking it must be a dream...a really bad dream, actually.

But the boar was still there, staring at her as if it wanted to strip her of her body and soul.

She wanted to scream, but words refused to form in her mouth.

In their place came a loud gasp.

Which made the beast's huge head loom even closer.

Don't move, a voice inside of her spoke in a dead serious tone.

Olivia didn't know how long she stayed still like that...but it certainly seemed like hours.

She even had time to say a long prayer in her head, one that had words such as the Lord is my shepherd...even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil for you are with me...your rod and your staff, they comfort me...

It was a long prayer and she had time to recite all the words that she had faithfully memorized back she'd been a young child in Sunday school.

Then, the most unbelievable thing happened.

The huge beast sniffed her, it's huge nostrils flaring.

But then, it became perfectly still.

For a second, Olivia thought the animal's eyes had a look of kindness, vulnerability that appeared almost human.

It's only a boar...

And then she was no longer afraid.

As if on cue, the wild boar backed away and peacefully disappeared into the wilderness.

xxx

At the crack of dawn, Fitz and Kate started making their way back to camp.

"You must be so eager to get back to your girlfriend..." she prompted eager to engage in some type of conversation.

Fitz thought her phrasing was odd but let it go at that. He assumed she was talking about Olivia. Interestingly, he found himself liking the fact that everyone assumed that he and Olivia had been together since way before the plane crash. "We all have someone to get back to, don't we?" he spoke thinking they were just making conversation. Then, he turned to look at her curiously. "Who's waiting for you back home?"

"Well, actually...I don't have anybody." She stated matter of factly, staring straight ahead.

Fitz thought about an appropriate response to that...such as sorry to hear that? "No family? friends?" he asked incredulous.

Right then they heard a roar, the loudest roar they could had ever imagined.

Then, they saw it: a bear, a white polar bear charging towards them.

"Give me your back pack, NOW!" he yelled.

Terrified, Kate immediately complied.

In two seconds flat, Fitz unzipped the front pocket, pulled out a handgun and pointed at the bear.

The bear kept charging towards them at high speed.

Kate then attempted to run away.

Fitz stayed put, his eyes fearlessly fixed on the creature, aiming the handgun straight at it in an unwavering stance.

"It's dead," Kate mumbled still in a daze, a few seconds later.

It wasn't until then that Fitz lowered the gun.

"It's a polar bear! A polar bear on a tropical island!" she shook her head in disbelief, walking towards the animal to take a closer look.

As Kate walked back to Fitz, he asked, "where did you get the gun?"

"You went through my things," she calmly replied.

"Where did you get it?" He insisted. "No handguns allowed on the plane...except the one belonging to the marshal..."

"The Southerner...he found it. Gave it to me for protection."

Fitz found that hard to believe. Most like it she had stolen it.

Kate went to the nearest rock and sat down. Fitz followed her and stared at her in silence.

"Please stop staring at me like that. I'm a good person, " she began. "I had to do it. I killed my stepfather. He had been abusing my mother for years...she refused to leave him. Either I killed him or she would have wound up dead sooner rather than later," she concluded with a fierce look in her eyes.

His expression softened at the revelation. "So, you shot him?" He guessed.

"Well...no. " she took a deep breath. "I...I burned down the house with him in it. He was passed out drunk and my mother was out of the house."

"Ah...at least she's safe and sound," he stated, not knowing what else to say.

"Yes. She's okay. Except she wants nothing to do with me now," she said with a pained expression.

"Sorry to hear that," Feeling the weight of the weapon in his hands, he added, "I think I ought to hang on to this for now."

Kate studied him long and hard. "So shooting the bear has earned you the right to bear arms, huh?"

"Never have a gun in your possession unless your prepared to use it. " Fitz interjected with confidence. "You had it in your backpack but when you had opportunity to use it, you were prepared to run instead."

Kate peered at him with new found respect.

xxx

Early the next day, Olivia got up and walked. Just like that.

She had been so eager to tell everyone about the boar, she hardly gave any thought to the fact that she was actually walking...

She told Sun and her husband Jin first who made tons of Korean exclamations. No, it appeared that they had not heard the boar approach the camp during the night.

Some people doubted her story, others thought she had dreamed the entire episode.

Olivia didn't care. She knew it happened and that was all that mattered.

She couldn't wait to tell Fitz when he got back...

Still, her happy mood changed in a matter of a few short hours as the day wore on and there were still no sign of Fitz and Kate.

Then, to top it off, the mood at the beach camp became gloomy, as Hurley announced that he had no more water bottles left. Even the Southerner had run out as well.

Olivia had one remaining bottle and she planned on pacing herself by taking only a few sips at a time every couple of hours.

In an attempt to distract herself, she took a long stroll along the beach. It felt SO good to be walking again! Along the way, she ran into the Southerner who was casually smoking a cigarette outside his tent.

"Well, well, well... look who's walking," The Southerner observed with a smirk.

Now that she had a chance to meet him up close, she couldn't help but admit that the guy was actually hotter than what he had appeared from afar. "Hello...Sawyer, isn't it?"

The Southerner nodded.

"I need sunscreen, " Olivia informed him. "Hmm...and a wide brimmed hat, if you have one, she added as an afterthought.

"What makes ya think I've got it?"

Cause you're the SOB who's been hoarding supplies, that's why, she wanted to say. "I heard you've got yourself a little mini-mart," she said instead.

Sawyer gave her a wide dimpled smile. "Yeah...You think Sayid needs a job?"

Sayid, the Middle Eastern man. Olivia hadn't given him much thought since the had not really crossed paths since the crash.

She didn't bother to respond. Instead she stared at him coldly which had not been the response that the Southerner had been looking for.

A moment later, Sawyer opened up the curtain to his tent which revealed an assortment of goods.

"Alrighty, then. Here ya go."

"OK. What's your going price?" she wondered, seeing that he had in his hand a bottle of Neutrogena SPF 50.

"Your money ain't no good here."

She gave him a quizzical look. "OK, great!" She took the bottle from his unresisting hand. "See you around," she turned as if to leave.

"I'll take 5 grand."

She turned back slowly. "I thought you said money was no good here."

"Well...yeah...I'll take that now...or you," he gazed at her with a devilishly suggestive smirk. "Something tells me that you're good."

Olivia slapped him hard across the face. "Forget about the hat," and with that she quickly left with her head held high.

xxx

Shortly after that, John Locke and young Boone returned with two boars. They roasted them in their camp fire and had a mighty feast

Two hours later, people were still eating and celebrating when Fitz and Kate returned from their expedition.

"Whad'ya know...the mighty huntress returns," Sawyer smirked, his eyes glued on Kate.

"Not know, Sawyer," Kate replied with a sneer, walking away from him.

Olivia's heart pounded like crazy at the sight of Fitz walking behind Kate, shaking hands with everyone and accepting congratulatory pats in the back. Everyone was delighted to see him handing out bottles of water and a crowd gathered around him before Olivia had a chance to get close.

For the longest time, Olivia just stood there staring as Fitz continued interacting and smiling, entirely oblivious to her presence (or so it seemed to her).

"We found a waterfall just two miles away," he announced to the people with just the right amount of emotion and a wide gregarious smile.

The people were happy. They whistled and shouted with unprecedented excitement.

In the midst of it all, she watched Kate whose eyes reflected a glint of hero worship, hand Fitz her backpack which had the rest of the water bottles so that he could continue receiving all the glory.

Finally, she felt the heat of his gaze staring back at her. Somehow, Olivia had the distinct impression right then and there that he'd known all along that she had been watching...what's more, he didn't seem to be the least surprised to see her standing on her own two feet.

A/N: Sawyer is my favorite character from Lost, he's a reformed bad boy. In this chapter though, Sawyer acted like a jerk so he deserved what he got from Olivia :) I'd been on the fence about writing him in such an unfavorable light, but if any of you want me to keep on writing bad boy Sawyer, let me know,

NEXT CHAPTER: M rating, This time is for real :)

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