Part 282 : Bathroom Break

Sawyer jerked as he awoke abruptly. He immediately grabbed his shotgun and cocked it. The abrupt sound of the weapon immediately woke up Kate. The brunette opened her eyes and saw the redneck leaning up, holding up his shotgun. She then immediately grabbed her pistol. "Sawyer, what-" she tried to say.

"SHHHH!" he silenced her.

Kate looked around in the twilight of the morning in the jungle. She saw nothing expect dripping dew off the leaves. "What is it?" she whispered.

"I thought I heard something." He paused.

"Heard what?" she said alarmed, "A boar?"

"Naw, it sounded like . . . .a lawnmower."

Kate's eyebrows then slowly raised up. "You heard . .a lawnmower?" she smiled.

"Yeah, that's what it sounded like."

"Oh, great," the brunette said, putting her gun away, "Maybe one of the Polar Bears is mowing the jungle for us."

"I am serious, Freckles." He hissed.

"Go back to sleep, Sawyer." She said, turning back to her makeshift pillow.

Sawyer grunted; upset that she didn't believe him. He slowly put his shotgun back down and leaned back, as if to sleep. But he had a bad feeling about the sound. He decided to keep his eyes open just in case he saw something. He smirked, hoping it was not a polar bear with a lawnmower.

The Island had already shown him enough weird stuff.



After the morning had come to the afternoon and it seemed like they had been walking forever. Sawyer didn't complain over the fact that he was still carrying Shanna. Jack said, he wished she had some crutches cause it would be a good idea if she didn't put any pressure on her foot for at least another day. The redhead joked that she didn't mind Sawyer being her crutches. Kate just smirked, shaking her head in disbelief of what was happening. Shanna then tapped hand on Sawyer's chest. "I got to go potty.” She told him.

“Huh?” the redneck paused.

“Sawyer, I have to go potty.” She told him again.

“Go potty?” he scoffed, “What are you, twelve?”

“Sawyer, c’mon,” she shook him.

“All right, all right,” he said, “Guys, hold up! Shanna has to use the bathroom.”

The group stopped as they were walking along. They paused and turned to see them. Sawyer started to look around for a decent place to drop her off. Kate then wiped her sweat and took off her backpack. “I’ll take her.” She told them.

“Excuse me, are you the one carrying her?” the southern man grunted, “We’ll be right back.”

McKay raised an eyebrow. “What do you think you are doing?” he asked.

“Are you deaf, Paul Hogan?” he replied, “She said she has to pee. I am gonna drop her off at a tree. Everybody CHILL!”

Shanna smiled innocently as she and the southern man disappeared into the jungle. McKay gritted his teeth, not thinking it was a good idea to leave the young drummer alone with a man of Sawyer’s “reputation”. The Australian hoped that Shanna would use her better judgment and not do anything stupid. As McKay past by Kate, he could tell in her eyes that she was thinking the exact same thing. “Ten minutes,” he whispered, “If they are not back by then, go check on them.”

“No problem,” she replied.


Sawyer kneeled down, staring at the ground while he munched on his gum. He could hear the obvious sounds of Shanna using the bathroom behind him. The southern man smirked at himself; a few weeks ago he would have done anything for a peak. But there as something about Shanna that he didn’t see in many women; a sweet sort of innocence. It kind of made him want to behave. “Dang it,” she grunted, “What kinda leaves am I supposed to use?”

“The big ones that look like the Spades you might see in a deck of cards.” Sawyer called back.

“Got it, “she giggled, “Thank you.”

“No problem, cherry,” he whispered.

Within seconds, he heard her stumbling to get to him. He stood up and turned around, as she used the nearby trees for leverage. He walked up to her, helping her stand. Shanna looked up at him, immediately noticing his moving lips. “What are you chewing?” she asked.

“Gum.” He smirked, “Found some in the Outpost. I didn’t bring enough cigarettes for this stupid trip.”

“Well, let me have some, you hick.” She playfully hit him.

“Well, since you asked nicely.”

Sawyer reached into his side pocket for some gum. Shanna then reached for it, but he gently slapped her hand away. “Uh, uh,” he smiled, “No hands.”

“Huh?” she blinked.

Sawyer then unwrapped the bubblegum and then slowly moved it toward her face. Shanna realized what he was doing. She then opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue. The southern man then placed it in her mouth and she quickly closed it, beginning to chew. He gave her a warm smile, that sent shivers down her spine. “Thank you,” she munched.

“You are most welcome.” He whispered with a grin.

“You . . .you the type of man . . .my father would hate.” The redhead mentioned.

“Oh? Is that why you like me?”

“Yes,” she gasped.

“Mmmmm. Preacher’s Daughter Syndrome. My favorite kind.”

Shanna then grabbed him and kissed him heavily. Sawyer didn’t resist, picking up her small frame; bringing her closer. Their lips bounced off one another, as he held onto her. Their kiss was a kiss of passion. Sawyer’s had been built up too long with no release, and Shanna’s crush on him lingered since she first met him. Neither one knew if anything would come from this relationship but at the moment, they didn’t care.

Sawyer slowly set her down, letting her catch her breath. He gently tucked her hair back and gave her one more kiss. “As much as I would like this to continue,” he whispered, “We can’t stay out here forever.”

“Yes,” she said, panted, “McKay will check up on me. He’s always looked after the younger members of our group and . . I don’t think he fully trusts you.”

“I don’t fully trust him either,” Sawyer said, turning around, “That’s why he and me are the best of friends.”

Shanna hopped on his back and he slowly picked up. They began their journey through the woods back toward the dirt road. By the time they were in sight of the road, the redneck noticed Kate was making her way into the woods. She stopped abruptly when she saw them. “What’s the matter, Freckles?” Sawyer grinned, “You were afraid she fell in?”

“Actually,” she said with bent eyebrows, “I was afraid YOU fell in.”

“You all right, Shanna?” McKay asked.

“Yeah?” she responded innocently, “Why?”

McKay didn’t bother to answer. Since they were all back together, he motioned for them to continue. Sawyer continued walking with Shanna on his back. The redhead rested her head on his shoulder blades, smiling brightly. Kate was curious about her smile. It almost as if she had seen it before on the playground in school.

That smile that meant someone had a secret.