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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2006-09-23 06:52 pm
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2006-09-23 06:52 pm
Sawyer - Switching Sides
i was sitting in my theater appreciation class, and my professor brought up the fact that there were five kinds of stories: Good vs. Evil, Romance, David vs. Golaith, Coming of Age, and Histories. after that, i considered that i had five prompts to write for sawyer, and thought hey...i have a series right there. So, this is part of a series entitled "Five Kinds of Stories"
Fandom: LOST
Title: Switching Sides
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iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Character: Sawyer
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2x5obsessions Prompt: a black shirt
Content Warning: Spoilers for "The Long Con."
Summary: He had always preferred to see the world in shades of gray. It just made life easier to grasp that way.
Author's Note: Post-ep for "The Long Con." My first LOST fic. Ever. Please be nice.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of LOST. They're owned by ABC.
He had always preferred to see the world in shades of gray. It just made life easier to grasp that way. When it came down to good versus evil, right and wrong, he sought to keep himself in that gray area in the middle, so that no one could say he was completely evil, yet he wasn’t exactly the kind of guy you would go to if you needed a favor and expect him to really help you out. He was a con man, but he wasn’t completely despicable.
Right.
He knew that was the biggest load of bullshit he had ever told himself. He really should know better by now. He knew that once you took that fatal step in the wrong direction, there was no playing it both ways. Once you made that wrong move, there was no going back to the way things used to be. Not unless you were somehow given a chance to start fresh.
He could have seen the island as that chance. He could have used it as the opportunity that it was and cast his lot back in the ranks of Dr. Jack, who seemed to have everything: the brain, the looks, the fact that he was just an all around good person, even to a fault. Jack’s side was the side to join if he really wanted the chance to start fresh and begin again. And he did. He actually followed through with that plan.
In his own way.
True, he was a self-loathing ass most of the time, but he wasn’t the enemy. A select few may have wanted to kill him, but there was a more united front against whatever the hell it was that was out there. So, in essence, despite the fact that he treated everyone like shit, he was still one of the good guys. They would rather choose Sawyer’s side than that of an Other or a polar bear, or whatever else came out of that jungle. And he did have his redeeming moments. But being one of the good guys only worked for so long.
Only worked while there was still a chance that they would be rescued, and he didn’t want to tip the scale. Only worked while there was a raft and a way off the damn island and back to civilization. Only worked while he was one of three people just trying to find out where the hell they were, and knowing that there was strength in numbers when it came to being in an unfamiliar place. Once he was back on the beach, and back among the rest of the group, and it was becoming blatantly obvious that they weren’t going to be rescued, and the things—people—whatever they were—were becoming less and less friendly, he knew being one of the good guys wasn’t necessarily going to get him out of this alive. And with Locke and Jack locking up all the weapons, he was going to have to think fast.
Going back to the dark side is always easier than doing the reverse, and his brain reverted back relatively easily to the way things used to work. The way he used to think. He had been watching these people long enough to know how to manipulate them. But he needed an accomplice. Someone to do some of the dirty work, who no one would ever suspect. He had been surprised with Charlie practically volunteered.
“Just—no one can know about this. What I’ve done.”
It’s a promise Sawyer has kept and has no intention of breaking. It was bad enough that they all hated him; the backlash would be worse if they found out he had ‘manipulated’ poor, naïve, former junkie Charlie into helping him too, bribing him with promises of heroin that Sawyer knew Locke was storing along with the guns. That, and Sawyer did have some respect for the feelings of the people he worked with. He wasn’t all scum.
Sometimes.
After Charlie had executed his end of the plan, the rest of the camp fell like putty into his hands. It was all too easy for him to pit Kate and Locke against Jack. All too easy to paint the newfound survivors in a suspicious light. After all, they had held him and Jin and Michael against their will in the jungle. They hadn’t been one of them. They would sooner trust Sawyer than trust Anna Lucia or Libby, or Mr. Eko. But still, despite all that, he was still how easily Kate fell for the smooth words and the quick talk.
“All in the details, Freckles.”
And now, he had a slight advantage. He was sitting on the biggest mass of fire power as far as the castaways were concerned, and he was back to his old conning ways. However, he had lost things, despite what he had gained. No one, no one on the island trusted him now. He wasn’t on a team. He didn’t think you could really call it a team when there was only one of you. But choices had to be made. And frankly, he would rather be not trusted and have a physical advantage, than trusted, and have no way to defend himself at all.
And maybe that was just the way things were supposed to be.
Fandom: LOST
Title: Switching Sides
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Character: Sawyer
2x5obsessions Prompt: a black shirt Content Warning: Spoilers for "The Long Con."
Summary: He had always preferred to see the world in shades of gray. It just made life easier to grasp that way.
Author's Note: Post-ep for "The Long Con." My first LOST fic. Ever. Please be nice.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of LOST. They're owned by ABC.
He had always preferred to see the world in shades of gray. It just made life easier to grasp that way. When it came down to good versus evil, right and wrong, he sought to keep himself in that gray area in the middle, so that no one could say he was completely evil, yet he wasn’t exactly the kind of guy you would go to if you needed a favor and expect him to really help you out. He was a con man, but he wasn’t completely despicable.
Right.
He knew that was the biggest load of bullshit he had ever told himself. He really should know better by now. He knew that once you took that fatal step in the wrong direction, there was no playing it both ways. Once you made that wrong move, there was no going back to the way things used to be. Not unless you were somehow given a chance to start fresh.
He could have seen the island as that chance. He could have used it as the opportunity that it was and cast his lot back in the ranks of Dr. Jack, who seemed to have everything: the brain, the looks, the fact that he was just an all around good person, even to a fault. Jack’s side was the side to join if he really wanted the chance to start fresh and begin again. And he did. He actually followed through with that plan.
In his own way.
True, he was a self-loathing ass most of the time, but he wasn’t the enemy. A select few may have wanted to kill him, but there was a more united front against whatever the hell it was that was out there. So, in essence, despite the fact that he treated everyone like shit, he was still one of the good guys. They would rather choose Sawyer’s side than that of an Other or a polar bear, or whatever else came out of that jungle. And he did have his redeeming moments. But being one of the good guys only worked for so long.
Only worked while there was still a chance that they would be rescued, and he didn’t want to tip the scale. Only worked while there was a raft and a way off the damn island and back to civilization. Only worked while he was one of three people just trying to find out where the hell they were, and knowing that there was strength in numbers when it came to being in an unfamiliar place. Once he was back on the beach, and back among the rest of the group, and it was becoming blatantly obvious that they weren’t going to be rescued, and the things—people—whatever they were—were becoming less and less friendly, he knew being one of the good guys wasn’t necessarily going to get him out of this alive. And with Locke and Jack locking up all the weapons, he was going to have to think fast.
Going back to the dark side is always easier than doing the reverse, and his brain reverted back relatively easily to the way things used to work. The way he used to think. He had been watching these people long enough to know how to manipulate them. But he needed an accomplice. Someone to do some of the dirty work, who no one would ever suspect. He had been surprised with Charlie practically volunteered.
“Just—no one can know about this. What I’ve done.”
It’s a promise Sawyer has kept and has no intention of breaking. It was bad enough that they all hated him; the backlash would be worse if they found out he had ‘manipulated’ poor, naïve, former junkie Charlie into helping him too, bribing him with promises of heroin that Sawyer knew Locke was storing along with the guns. That, and Sawyer did have some respect for the feelings of the people he worked with. He wasn’t all scum.
Sometimes.
After Charlie had executed his end of the plan, the rest of the camp fell like putty into his hands. It was all too easy for him to pit Kate and Locke against Jack. All too easy to paint the newfound survivors in a suspicious light. After all, they had held him and Jin and Michael against their will in the jungle. They hadn’t been one of them. They would sooner trust Sawyer than trust Anna Lucia or Libby, or Mr. Eko. But still, despite all that, he was still how easily Kate fell for the smooth words and the quick talk.
“All in the details, Freckles.”
And now, he had a slight advantage. He was sitting on the biggest mass of fire power as far as the castaways were concerned, and he was back to his old conning ways. However, he had lost things, despite what he had gained. No one, no one on the island trusted him now. He wasn’t on a team. He didn’t think you could really call it a team when there was only one of you. But choices had to be made. And frankly, he would rather be not trusted and have a physical advantage, than trusted, and have no way to defend himself at all.
And maybe that was just the way things were supposed to be.
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"Once you made that wrong move, there was no going back to the way things used to be. Not unless you were somehow given a chance to start fresh."
*bows* 'cause couldn't be more true.
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