Disclaimer: If I owned Lost, there'd be no six week break.

He told her once, when she walked by his tent, that she should have been an actress. Just like that, an out of the blue comment that made her heart stop. 'You'd beat Nicole Kidman any day, Freckles.'

'I'm sure you're better than Brad Pitt.' She said with a coldness in her eyes that gave him a sick sense of satisfaction. 'Better lookin' too.' He replied with a smirk.

And she'd glared at him, hated his arrogance, his ability to be nothing more and nothing less than what he was and not want anything more. But she got her own satisfaction later that night when he went the caves for water, and spotted her and the doctor together.

She'd hurt him, if only a little, enough to wear him off for awhile, and it made her stomach lurch at the thought, but that was quite simply the game they played.

Both thieves, both murders, both liars, with only one difference: She longs for redemption.