The Art of Running To Stand Still  Title: The Art of Running to
Stand Still Rating: PG-13 to be safe Pairing: Kate/Sawyer (duh –
do I write anything else??) Summary: Nothing post season one –
set sometime before the raft sails. Warnings: None – unless
introspective two-shots aren't your thing. Status of fic:
Complete Author's Notes/Disclaimer : I don't own Lost and the
lyrics are from Feel by Robbie Williams. Some of the dialogue is
taken from the S1 finale. Also a small reference to Andrew
Marvell.  i: Hold My Hand, I Want to Contact the Living  I don't
wanna die, But I ain't keen on living either. Before I fall in
love, I'm preparing to leave her.  He was falling.  He was
dreaming, he was aware of that at least. A distinct unease hung
upon him as his subconscious wrestled to free itself from the
dream-Sawyer that continued on the steady descent downwards into
nothingness. His stomach had positioned itself in his throat by
this point, and the fear of hitting the bottom increased ten-
fold with each second.  H