Ok, I'm gonna audition for Kate until regular Kate gets back...and then I'll think about a bio for my own character.
Kate couldn’t sleep. She kept hearing his voice, over and over in her mind, not understanding why it bothered her so much.
‘I screwed her.’
She had come down to the hatch to pick up the jacket she’d left whilst she was on duty, and couldn’t help but overhear the conversation the two men were having. When Sawyer relayed this piece of information to Jack she had run out of the hatch, far into the jungle, not wanting it to be true. She knew Sawyer had been checking out Ana-Lucia, but she put it down to his flirtatious nature and shrugged it off.
But this hurt so damn much.
Why? Why did she have to be attracted to the one man on this island that she couldn’t have. It wasn’t as if they even got on half the time, always bickering and sniping at each other. But it was never serious. Beneath the snide comments was a connection that she couldn’t deny, though she doubted he’d noticed.
It had hurt her so much to see him lying there, hurt and unconscious, and not a thing she could do about it. And he had seen the horse. Assured her she wasn’t crazy, though she knew that she was. Crazy for daring to think that she could even have a chance of being with him. She knew he wasn’t perfect, but hell, neither was she. They were both murderers, both criminals. Yet somehow this made him easier to talk to. He understood her, unlike Jack who pushed her past aside, pretended it didn’t matter.
Kate sighed, pushing her hair back from her face. She wanted to run. Run away from this place, away from the people around her. But there was nowhere to run anymore. She knew she had to stop running sometime, but why now, why here?
Climbing out of her tent, she began to walk down the beach, slowly, alone. Before she’d gone five meters she heard footsteps behind her.
‘Hey Freckles.’
She closed her eyes, pretending she hadn’t heard him. She wanted to be alone, away from everyone, most of all him.
‘Hey, thought you could use a bit of company.’
‘Yeah, well, I don’t.’
Why did she always have to push everyone away? He was trying to be nice, at least she hoped he was; she wasn’t in the mood to be throwing out sarcastic comments.
‘Woah, Freckles, thought you were the one person on this goddamned rock that would still put up with my pleasurable company. Besides, I need to talk to you ‘bout something.’
‘Sawyer, really, not now. I just want to be alone.’
‘Well, I guess that makes two of us, sweetcheeks.’
‘Look, what do you want?’ She had a feeling he was about to reveal his ‘secret’ encounter with Ana, and didn’t think she could stand to hear the words fall from his lips for a second time.
For the first time since they’d met, he seemed to look apprehensive, even nervous, as he fell into step beside her.
‘I…well…’
Kate rolled her eyes and stopped walking to turn and face him, ‘Spit it out Sawyer, I’m not waiting all night for you trying to tell me that you and Ana-Lucia…y’know.’
‘Who told you that?’
‘No-one, Sawyer, I overheard you telling Jack.’
‘I see, Freckles.’
‘Don’t call me that. Just…don’t, please.’ She looked up at him, her eyes begging him to turn away and leave her alone.
‘What, no arguments, no questions? I have to say, Freckles, I’m a little surprised.’
Sure, she had questions, hundreds of them, why’s and how’s and when’s that she could never ask, especially not to him. She could hardly admit to herself what it was that she felt for him, let alone give him a hint of it.
This was a scene from one of my fanfictions (I tend to write as Kate or in the third person with emphasis on Kate). The rest of the fic can be read here:
www.fanfiction.net/~savvyjacksgirl along with the rest of my Lost stories