Fic: Public Enemies (7/?)

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Title: Public Enemies
Rating: M
Pairing: Sawyer/Kate
Spoilers: Well, it's *very* AU, but we'll say the whole series just to be safe.
Summary: An AU in which Sawyer and Kate not only knew each other before the crash, but are a modern day Bonnie and Clyde on the run from the police. While hiding out in Australia, they are hunted down and are going to be taken back to the US for trial, but then the plane they're on crashes...
Disclaimer: Lost and all related characters was createdby JJ Abrams . This story is a non profit bit of fun and no copyright infringements are intended.
Author Notes: While there is still the plane crash, the island, and the same group of characters, everything else about this story is extremely Alternate Universe. Some plot points from the show will be similar to what was seen on screen, some won't, but everything has been reworked to fit around Sawyer and Kate, who are the main focus throughout the fic. But I think the fic explains itself pretty well so hopefully you guys will "get" it just through reading and won't feel horribly confused! Please be aware that chapter seven contains adult scenes of a sexual nature – I upped the rating to M for a reason!

Chapter One: Convicts
Chapter Two: Survivors
Chapter Three: Fugitives
Chapter Four: Saints
Chapter Five: Killers
Chapter Six: Soulmates



Chapter Seven
Lovers

She couldn’t sleep.

But who could blame her after the day she’d had?

She’d woken that morning prepared to be taken back to the United States where she would eventually go through a very public trial before being put away for likely a good remainder of her life, while the man she loved would no doubt get nothing less than the death penalty.

Then the plane they’d been on had crashed, splitting apart in the air before hurtling in pieces to some place that seemed to completely lack any real civilisation.

If that wasn’t enough, Sawyer had nearly killed again. Whether or not the Marshal was better off dead didn’t matter, Kate was just relieved that, in the end, Sawyer hadn’t been the one to end the other man’s life.

Kate glanced over at Sawyer, who was lying on the ground next to her. He was on his back; the wound in his side still needing to be treated carefully. But she could tell that he wasn’t asleep either. His eyes were closed and anyone else would likely think he was dozing, but she knew better.

“Sawyer?”

She kept her voice at a whisper. Everyone really was asleep, and she didn’t want to wake them. They would have a long day ahead once the sun came up.

“Shut up, Freckles,” he mumbled into his arms as he rested his head in them “’M tyin’ to sleep…”

“Well I can’t,” she said “Sawyer, about our fight earlier -”

“Forget about it. I have,” he replied.

“I don’t try to boss you around. Not on purpose. Anything I do is just to try and keep you safe. I know, I know you can look out for yourself just fine, but…I worry,” she confessed “A lot.”

“Wish you wouldn’t. I ain’t even worth it anyhow,” said Sawyer, propping himself up on one elbow as they talked quietly.

“God, will you stop?” she raised her voice, though quickly hushed as she remembered the others “I’m sick of you putting yourself down like that. You’re a good man and you know it, so just cut the crap, okay?”

Sawyer snorted.

“You think I’m a good man?” he chuckled in amusement.

“If you weren’t, you would’ve turned Officer Cortez in right away for killing the Marshal instead of trying to take the rap yourself. You wouldn’t have come on Jack’s mission to get Michael’s son back, either. And if you weren’t a good man, I wouldn’t be with you.”

She crawled forward and kissed him, softly at first, then harder and deeper as her passion ignited itself, burning wildly as she realised how much she needed him…how much she wanted him, right here and now.

Raw, primeval desire consumed her and before she knew it, she’d pushed him down and was undoing his belt. He didn’t utter a word of protest as she tossed it aside, or as she unbuttoned his pants. She paused a moment to kiss him again, straddling him and rubbing herself against his groin as she pressed her lips hard against his, kissing and kissing him as though it was the last time she’d get the chance.

“You have no fucking idea how much I missed you,” she stated.

Though even in her moment of passion she still made the effort to keep the noise levels down. The last thing she wanted to do was wake the others and have her moment over before it had even really started.

“Think I do,” Sawyer answered, and flipped her over so that he was the one on top.

She let him take control. Her breathing became faster, louder. She started to sweat as he ran his hands around her body, as though reacquainting himself with her. They had only been separated for five days but it had felt like an eternity to her. She’d thought she’d never get to be with him again. And knowing that could still be a very likely possibility, she savoured every single second. Every touch, every feeling. She wished this could last forever. She wished the rescue would never come. Already she didn’t care anymore. It didn’t matter to her where she was, as long as she got to be with the man she loved. Right now, the idea of being stranded away from civilisation was far more appealing than it should be.

Kate moaned as he ran a hand up along her thigh. He broke off from kissing her and unbuttoned her own jeans. Her panties were pulled down, just far enough to allow him access, and he re-positioned himself on top of her again, entering her with ease.

“James…”

The only time she ever used his real name was during sex, and unlike any other time, he didn’t seem to object.

His hands moved upwards, sliding under her top and caressed her breasts through the lacy bra she wore.

Wanting to scream as he slid in and out of her, she bit back cries of ecstasy only because of the others close by. They’d not woken, and she intended to keep it that way, wanting this to last.

But Sawyer was fast and furious as he pleasured her, clearly sharing her opinion that they might not have long.

Yet it seemed to end far too quickly. It took Kate only minutes to orgasm. Her world exploded as she came and she had no idea how she managed to resist screaming.

Exhausted, it didn’t take Kate long to pass out after that. Content for the first time in days, she found her sleep free of nightmares as she drifted off in his arms.

xxxxxxx

“Time to go.”

Sawyer groaned at Jack’s voice. He’d never been a morning person.

“Go ‘way,” he slurred, burying his head in his arms as a form of protest. He didn’t know what time it was, just that it had to be too early. Even the thought of getting up…

“If he doesn’t wanna come, just leave him!” protested Michael angrily “We don’t have time for this!”

“Sawyer, come on,” urged Kate. She was already on her feet, bright and alert. “We’re going to find Walt, remember?”

Oh yeah. That. Why had he even volunteered for this anyway? He was no boy scout. What did it matter to him if someone else’s kid who he didn’t even know was missing –?

Except it DID matter.

After the kid had walked in on him about to kill the Marshal, after the way he’d told the brat to get lost, Sawyer somehow felt responsible for the boys kidnapping. He wished he didn’t care, but he knew he’d follow Doctor Theresa and his little team where-ever they led him.

Moments later they were walking again. The sun had risen, though just barely. Everyone else was awake, though there were only five of them now. Boone and Charlie had gone back to the beach to inform the rest of the survivors what had happened.

Kate walked beside Sawyer, looking refreshed and happier than yesterday; though he knew whatever optimism she was feeling wouldn’t last long. He’d been happy too, last night, when they’d been fucking each others brains out. But the thrill from that had already gone for him. Already he was back to trying not to think of their inevitable separation.

It was going to happen. He was surprised it was taking so long for the rescue services to get to them, but soon, they’d all be found and taken back to main land, where they’d be put under lock and key all over again, only this time for longer.

They should stay here; where-ever it was they’d crashed. Whatever happened, they should hide out and make their own way off later, when things were safer for them. Kate had agreed to the idea earlier, after much persuasion, and if it hadn’t been for the discovery of the Marshal they’d be on their own somewhere, not playing heroes and risking everything just because they were too damn soft to look the other way.

He should learn, he really should. Whenever they’d followed their hearts instead of their heads, things always turned nasty, if not for them then for whoever got involved with them. He remembered old Willie Taylor back in Arkansas. Their car had broken down on one of those nowhere roads after Sawyer’s unsuccessful attempt to fix it, they’d been forced to abandon the car and walk.

After almost six hours on their feet, a truck came along and actually stopped. Sawyer had tried to refuse the offer of a lift at first, not wanting to be recognised. Taylor had confessed that he knew who they were, but had promised that he was on their side and only wanted to help.

They’d believed him, and had used the opportunity not only to get a lift, but to take a nap as well, exhausted from several days on the road without sleep.

Even now, Sawyer cursed his stupidity. Hard to believe he’d been that naive once.

The moment he’d woken up to the sound of sirens, he’d known that Taylor had somehow contacted the cops and turned them in.

Sawyer could blame the sorry bastard for trying, really. Most others would have done the same. The price tag on his and Kate’s heads was too good for folks to resist.

He and Kate had escaped that one by the skin of their teeth. Not counting Australia, it had been the closest they’d ever come to being captured.

Through that incident, they’d learned not to trust, but they’d never managed to stop caring. It frustrated him. Not giving a rat’s ass about anything would make everything easier.

The support of the general public didn’t matter to him. Sometimes it really had come in handy, but most of the time having a conscience only caused problems. For him, for Kate, for every person who was unlucky enough to cross paths with them.

Now a kid was in trouble.

Whether Walt would have been kidnapped if Sawyer hadn’t sent him away, nobody could really prove. But it was a possibility that Sawyer couldn’t ignore, and couldn’t help feeling guilt over.

But Sawyer just hadn’t thought about anything at the time. The kid had been a distraction, an annoying one, whether it was Walt’s fault for stumbling on the scene or not. He’d had a job do and the boy had ruined it. Not only that, but he couldn’t have had the kid stick around and let him witness a murder. It had been more for Walt’s own sake than anyone else’s that Sawyer had made him go, not just because Sawyer had lost his cool.

None of that was important now. All that mattered was getting the kid back to his Daddy so they could all go on with their lives.

Except the question of who had taken the boy and why was a nagging concern.

Did this mean they, the plane crash survivors, weren’t the only folks here? Well, obviously. But were had these ‘others’ come from? How long had they been here? Why were they here? And where was here?

So many questions and all thinking about any of them did just gave him a headache.

Sawyer forced all worries to the back of his mind as they kept going.

xxxxxxx

The trouble with following someone when you didn’t even know where they had gone meant you might never even find them at all.

While Michael had said to Jack that the people who had taken Walt had gone east, even if they themselves went that way, the kidnappers could have easily changed course altogether long ago.

It was a wild goose chase, though Kate hoped that for Walt’s sake, they’d find the boy.

The idea of other people who stole children being in the jungle alarmed her.

They weren’t alone. Others were here. Others who might want to cause them harm.

Though so far they’d only taken Michael’s son. That seemed weird. What would they want with Walt? From what little Kate had seen of him, he seemed like just an average kid.

It couldn’t be made sense out of, so she stopped trying and hoped that no one, especially an innocent boy, would get hurt.

If they’d ever find them! It felt like they’d been going around in circles all day. Already she was starting to feel they weren’t going to get anywhere.

She glanced to Sawyer. He walked beside her, though looked deep in thought so she let him be.

Everyone had been silent for most of the time. Michael walked at the front of the group, leading the way. Jack was close behind him, and behind Jack were Kate and Sawyer. At the back was Officer Cortez, who kept her head down and minded her own business.

Cortez coming along made sense, Kate supposed. She was a cop and doing her duty was important to her. Maybe she had experience in hunting for missing kids.

But maybe she and Sawyer had made a mistake in joining the team. They had too much to worry about already, and Kate just couldn’t see how they were going to get out of being re-captured once the rescue crew arrived. If they kept sticking around with Jack and everyone else, they wouldn’t get a chance to even try to escape. Were they even really needed when there was already a doctor and a cop on the trail?

Kate was so lost in thought; she barely registered a loud popping sound that suddenly sliced through the jungle.

Something slammed into her right shoulder.

She jolted, but remained upright.

“That was a shot!” Michael exclaimed, frightened “Someone’s firing at us!”

Three more shots rang out. Everyone dived for cover, lying as low as they could on the jungle’s floor, trying to camouflage themselves in the long undergrowth.

Several minutes later, only when they felt sure the firing had stopped did they get back on their feet.

Kate struggled to rise, and had only just made it up-right when the pain in her shoulder intensified more than ever.

God, it burned.

Something registered, then, and Kate raised a hand. She touched her shoulder and felt something wet and sticky on her clothes. She pulled her hand away.

It was covered in blood.

She looked up. Sawyer was staring at her as though he was in a trance, a look of pure disbelief in his eyes.

Pain suddenly overwhelming her, Kate’s legs gave way as she tried to walk towards him. She made it to his arms, but quickly crumpled, pulling him down with her as she fell.

Her shoulder burned like cold fire and the last thing she was aware of was Sawyer calling her name as she fell into a dark ocean of unconsciousness.

(To be continued…)