Hey guys, sorry its been a little while. Was kinda busy with the whole holiday thing. Enjoy!

Chapter Four:

GhostWalkers

Sawyer saw the shock on Jason's face. She quickly pulled her hand back and looked at him with a puzzling look. "Did I say something to offend you?" she asked. He just stood there, still with surprise in his eyes. "Umm. Are you ok? You look like you just saw a ghost. This isn't some Sixth Sense thing is it? Because that would just be creepy."

He stood there for a second longer staring into her eyes. She felt a little vulnerable. She wasn't even sure why she told him her real name, she rarely did. But something inside of her knew that no matter what name she gave him he would know she was lying. She started to wish she would have just gone with her lie anyway, when he spoke again.

"I apologize for my reaction there. No you said nothing to offend me. And I am not sure what you are referring to with your ghost thing but no I have not seen a ghost." He spoke as if nothing had happened; his face had returned to its hard features again.

"Ok well I am just going to forget the fact that you obviously have never seen Sixth Sense, which by the way is appalling." Sawyer looked at him seriously then, "Look Mr. Scott, I am not exactly sure who you are or what you want but I can tell you right now that if you are looking for an easy girl to hook up with tonight I am not her. I came for one drink and some good music. I thank you again for helping me out with the drunk and his friend, even though I was more than capable of handling them myself, but I think I am going to leave. It was nice to meet you."

Jason grabbed her wrist has she moved to leave. He wasn't sure why he was compelled to stop her. Yes she was the informant he had been looking for, but it was more than that. She was a mystery, and he planned on figuring her out. He was already more than confused by her calm reactions towards him; most people were frightened off with one look. Then she went and threw in that weird ghost thing. But he wasn't sure what intrigued him more; her reactions towards him or his towards her. She looked at him with wide eyes when he grabbed her wrist. He could see just a sliver of fear. Well at least she has some common sense in her, he thought. But the rest of her eyes were filled with courage and seriousness.

"I don't like it when people touch me. I would appreciate it if you would remove your hand", she spoke calmly, but he could hear the tension in her voice. It was obvious that she was uncomfortable with touch and wasn't afraid to make him remove his hand if he didn't oblige to her wish.

"I mean you no harm Sawyer, and please, call me Jason. I only wish to speak with you about something very important." He put has much warmth and calmness into his voice as he could. He was able to make people feel certain things thanks to the doctor's crazy experiments. However, he could tell his "push" didn't work quiet as well with her. He mentally added that to the list of things about her that frustrated him.

Sawyer sighed and looked at him with her large chocolate eyes. She spoke with a soft voice now, "I am sorry for jumping at you but I really do not like being touched. I can tell you mean me no harm but if you would like to talk I would much rather us just sit then you holding me here as if I am not allowed to leave."

"I never wished to cause you any discomfort. If you will sit with me for a couple moments and hear me out that would be wonderful. However, this place is a little crowded and there are too many people who could over hear what it is I need to speak with you about. Would you mind going for a short walk outside?"

Sawyer looked at him with strong eyes again. She didn't know this man, so why was she so easily ready to throw all her common sense and years of survival knowledge out the door with one look from him? And what possibly could be so serious that he couldn't speak with her in a public setting? He just met her, what could her have to tell her?

"I am sorry Mr. Scott", she sighed when he gave her a fake, stern little smile, "fine, Jason, I would rather we stay here and talk. I am not sure what could be so important that you need to speak to me in private. So if you would like to talk, I insist on it being right here. Besides, I came to hear this band and I do not intend on missing them."

Jason looked around and sighed. He didn't want to cause a scene and he definitely did not want to scare her off by forcing her outside. He carefully let go of her wrist and sat down at the empty bar stool next to hers. He ordered a jack and coke as she sat back down.

"Who is it that you are so interested in seeing tonight?" He asked, hoping to calm her down a little more. He could tell she was still uneasy and didn't trust him yet.

Sawyer stared at him with an annoyed face. "I thought you had something important to tell me". She rolled her eyes when he just continued to watch her with those piercing blue eyes. "Fine, I am here to see Angles & Airwaves, if you must know. I love their music and have wanted to hear them play live for a while now. I doubt you know who they are."

"Silent Crowds" he said with a faint smile that didn't quiet meet his eyes.

Sawyer was surprised he actually knew a song by them. Most people didn't know them because they weren't a mainstream band; exactly why she loved them. "Fine, you get a point", Sawyer smiled and said to him. "Now are you going to tell me what was so important?"

Jason looked at her trying to decide the best way to explain it all. He needed to be careful of who overheard. He had swept the club three times now and there was no sign of Whitney or his men, but these days he just never knew who was enemy and who was friend. He decided to test her a little. He casually slid his shirt sleeve up his arm a little when he went to take a drink, allowing his GhostWalker tattoo to be seen. If she was truly who Jamie said, then there was no doubt she would be able to see the tattoo. Only true GhostWalkers could see it. He studied her face as her gaze followed his arm up to the tattoo.

Sawyer watched him grab his drink. It was as if he was buying time. She couldn't help but stare for a moment at his arm. It was all muscle. But it was the strange tattoo that caught her eyes. She could tell there was something different with it, her eyes twitched a little on the inside when she looked at it. It was a similar too when she was looking into a person's soul. It was as if she was using one of her gifts to look at the art across his shoulder. She looked back up to him only to see him studying her expression. That brought her up short.

"Interesting tattoo. I can't figure out what it is, but there is something different about it. Is it drawn with different ink? What does it mean?"

Jason smiled a little. She was definitely a GhostWalker. He was a little shocked that she had no idea that she was one though. Jamie had told him that she probably didn't know about the GhostWalkers or who she truly was but it was still interesting. Every GhostWalker he met had been one for a while and knew it.

He answered her honestly, hoping to ease her into the conversation he needed to have. "It isn't normal ink. It is a special ink that only certain people can see and only those people understand the true meaning behind it."

Sawyer looked at him curiously. She pulled back a little when she spoke again. "I'm sorry but I don't quite understand what you mean when you say only certain people can see."

Jason could see knowledge start to creep into her eyes. Maybe they were wrong; maybe she did have some knowledge of the GhostWalkers. There was only one way to find out. He had always been a strong telepath, even before Whitney drugged him up, and was able to connect with anyone. He spoke calmly in her mind, "Only a true GhostWalker can see the tattoo, and as you can obviously see it, you are a true GhostWalker Sawyer." He saw the fear flash across her face as she stumbled out of her chair and quickly started backing away from him toward the exit.

This wasn't possible. How on earth had he found her again? She looked at this stranger who so calmly spoke to her through his mind and knew that he must be one of Whitney's soldiers she found out about. She quickly moved away from him to the closest exit. She knew there was no way to escape him, but if she could get away quick enough then maybe, just maybe she could send a message back to Lucas before she was caught.

Jason could sense her fear, even feel it. It was spread across her face and deep within her eyes. He could easily hear her thoughts; she was projecting them without even meaning to. She thought him one of Whitney's soldiers out to get her and bring her in. He was confused when she thought of being taken again, he wasn't aware she was ever taken by the doctor since she had been placed with her adopted father. However, it was the man she thought of protecting that intrigued him the most.

"Please believe me when I tell you Sawyer that I am no soldier of the deranged doctor. In fact, I am one of many out to destroy him. I believe you can help us with this and I have been looking for you for weeks. Please, believe me when I tell you I meant it when I said I mean you no harm." Jason continued speaking to her telepathically, hoping she would feel his honesty. It seemed to work because she began to stop running towards the exit.

Sawyer wasn't sure why she was stopping. She was so close to the exit, but she could feel the truth in his words. She knew when one was lying, she always knew. His words held nothing but truth to them. But she had been fooled before and she knew of Whitney's games. Could this just be another? She turned, with her hand on the door, to face him once more. He stood in a crowd of people but only looked at her. The band had just come onto the stage and everyone was cheering and pushing to get closer to the stage. But he just stood there, looking into her eyes willing her to believe him. She looked around once more and took in a deep breath, hoping she wasn't making the biggest mistake of her life. She motioned for him to follow her out into the dark parking lot behind the club.