The Barbarians' Lover

Chapter 1

The waves of the ocean splashed against the boat. A cool fall breeze blew at the sails and ruffled dirty brown hair. The sun was rising yet again. It had been three months since Willow was taken. And in that three-month time frame, Sawyer had gotten little to no sleep. Every time he tried to get sleep he was plagued with nightmares. He worried for Willows' safety. He knew who took her and knew he'd do anything to her. He just hoped that she was still alive and fighting her kidnapper.

"Sir, you really should get some rest," a soft voice spoke behind him.

"I'm fine Violet," Sawyer said.

"But you haven't slept for three months," Violet said," I think the only time any of us has seen you sleep is when your body no longer can function and you pass out due to exhaustion."

"I'm fine," Sawyer said through greeted teeth," I'll rest when we find Willow."

"Very well, but we need to make a stop to get supplies," Violet said giving up on trying to get him to rest.

Sawyer didn't say a word. He just gave a nod of understanding and listened to her walk away. He knew his crew worried about him. He also knows they all worry about Willow just as much as him, but he just couldn't bring himself to sleep. He didn't want to rest until he knew she was safe and back with them. With him. With a sigh, he walks over to his chair. Sitting down he looks at the map he has been holding. Every place they go he would mark it off if there were nosings of Willow.

"Where did he take you?" Sawyer asked the paper. He knew it wouldn't tell him where Willow was but he couldn't help it. It was the only thing he could do. Ask where she was even if he didn't get an answer.

As the day slowly went by he was finding it harder to stay awake. A week after Willow was taken he had started doing anything to keep him from thinking the worse and now he does it to stay awake. But now he sat in his chair head resting on his hand that was in a fist due to frustration. His eyes were heavy and he was fighting them to stay awake. Every time they would close and he'd feel sleep pulling at him he would jerk himself awake. But sleep eventually won.

"Why Sawyer?"

In front of him stood Willow. She was covered in blood and dirt. Her clothes were torn and nearly gone.

"Willow, what happened to you?" Sawyer asked stepping closer to her.

"You never came for me," Willow said," you left me."

"No, I never left you!" Sawyer shouted in shock.

"Then why did you never come for me?" Willow asked.

"I couldn't find you I've been looking for you," Sawyer said," I still am."

"You're too late," Willow said.

"What?" Sawyer asked fearfully.

"You're too late," Willow repeated," he's already killed me."

"No..." Sawyer breathed.

The ground started to shake and crumble under him.

"Why didn't you save me?" Willow asked blood pulling out of her wounds and mouth.

"I'm trying," Sawyer said," I'm trying to find you."

The ground gave way and he started falling. As he fell all he could hear was Willow repeating what she said.

"Why Sawyer?"

"You never came for me."

"You left me."

"I never left you!" Sawyer cried as he fell.

"Then why did you never come for me?"

As Sawyer hit some solid ground the air was knocked out of him. Gasping for air her heard Willow continue.

"You're too late, he's already killed me..."

With a jolt, Sawyer woke up. He was sitting in his chair. Beads of sweat hung to his body. He was taking deep breaths like he was winded. When he managed to calm himself down he saw his crew looking at him. Their eyes held concern. Well, all but Dustin.

"Sir," Eleanor spoke up," are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Sawyer said standing," I'll be in my room, inform me when we reach land."

Walking below deck Sawyer made his way to his room. He needed a distraction. His nightmares were starting to feel too real and he needed to remind himself that they were nothing more than nightmares and that was it. Walking into his room he headed for the bathroom. The stench of his sweat clung to him and that did little to help forget the nightmare. Stripping down to nothing he steps into the shower and turns on the cold water. Letting the freezing water hit his body and wake him more Sawyer rubs his hands on his face.

"I'm going to make him regret taking you," Sawyer said," I just have to find you first."