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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2006-12-01 08:27 pm
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Sawyer - You OK, Freckles?
Fandom: LOST
Title: You OK, Freckles?
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iluvroadrunner6
Rating: FRT
Character: Sawyer
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2x5obsessions Prompt: through leaves of green
Content Warning: Spoilers for "Tale of Two Cities"
Summary: He wasn’t going to debate on the fact that he was indeed in a cage at this point, he was going to deal with that at a later date. He was just happy he was finally getting something to eat.
Author's Note: Sawyer's POV during his last scene in "Tale of Two Cities." Italics are dialouge taken directly from the episode.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of LOST. They're owned by ABC.
“Reward. Reward.”
He let out a whoop of victory when the music started to play, finally having conquered whatever this thing was that these sonsovabitches, whoever the hell they were, had left in his cage. He wasn’t going to debate on the fact that he was indeed in a cage at this point, he was going to deal with that at a later date. He was just happy he was finally getting something to eat.
He heard the buzzer go off and looked down to see he what was going to feast upon tonight. When the small, pink fish shaped cake dropped to his feet, the look of triumph was replaced with a frown of resentment. It was like they were feeding a wild animal instead of a human being. He should have known to expect nothing less, after all they were keeping him in a cage, but he was somewhat hoping for a bit of higher quality dining. The degrading situation was only further punctuated by the pile of kibble that arrived at his feet next.
“Unbelievable.”
Those thoughts were all sidetracked when the spout next to the machine started spurting water. He ran for it, like a man who’d been stuck in the desert and was in desperate need of hydration. He didn’t care that he was drinking it out of the trough, just like they would at the zoo; he was too thirsty to care. He gulped at the water, letting it wash down his throat and refresh him, and he started to feel better than he had in a while.
“Keep movin.’”
He looked up at the sound of someone coming, and that’s when she appeared. She walked through the green leaves. When she saw him, it was a look of surprise or shock. Like she thought she wasn’t going to meet him here, not after where she had been. Relief crossed her face briefly, and then the look changed to pain, embarrassment even.
She looked pretty, almost lady-like in that dress they had given her, and if it weren’t for the tears in her eyes and the scars the handcuffs were leaving around her wrists he would have smiled. But he didn’t. Only thing he could do was stare, watch her as the man walked her into the other cage, and bolted the door behind her.
The man wasn’t rough with her, or God knows Sawyer would have been on him in a second, iron bars be damned. But he was locking Kate in a cage, and Sawyer knew better than most that if there was one place Kate didn’t belong it was a cage. She didn’t deserve the animal-esque treatment. Him, maybe. He had been called an animal more than once in his life, and he didn’t exactly have the cleanest of souls, but Kate? That wasn’t something she deserved.
“—I’ll bring you some antiseptic later.”
“How ‘bout you bring me an ottoman? And while you’re at it, I could use a blow-dryer.”
He watched as the man turned to him, giving him a look, what he could discern was a mix of amusement and annoyance, but these people were harder to read than Jin was. And here they were all speaking the same language. He watched as the man’s eyes wandered down to the biscuit in his hand, and then back up again with a smirk.
“Hey, you got yourself a fish biscuit. How'd you do that?”
“I figured out your complicated gizmos, that's how.”
“Only took the bears 2 hours.”
He felt his ego deflate slightly as the man left. It had taken him all day to figure out exactly how Dharma’s little Skinner’s box of a machine worked, and the bears, creatures who’s upper brain function wasn’t nearly that of his own, had figured it out in two hours?
“How many of them were there?”
It was after all, the only explanation. There had to have been more than one, working together. A team effort. Him all by himself couldn’t have figured that damn thing out in two hours, obviously.
But that wasn’t the matter at hand. His eyes drifted back across the aisle between them, to the cage where Kate was standing. She looked as though she was trying to hold herself together, trying not to fall apart. Like she had seen or heard something that scared her more than it should have. And he, for one, didn’t like it. And the only thing he could do was attempt to reassure her that nothing had changed with them, and he wasn’t going to stop this rapport, whatever it was between them. No matter how much she hated it.
“You okay, Freckles?”
“Yeah. You?”
“Just swell. I requested that cage, but whatever.”
He saw the slight smirk that crossed her face, and corner of his mouth turned up to match it. The look of concern vanished, not entirely, but enough for him to seem more relaxed, more comfortable. Less worried.
“Nice dress.”
“They made me wear it.”
“You hungry?”
She nodded eagerly, before he tossed her the fish biscuit, watching her dig into it like a woman starved. He had almost assumed that with the pretty dress and clean appearance that they had fed her, but it looked like he had been wrong. All he could do was watch her, and offer silent reassurances that everything was going to be alright. After all, it had to be.
He was fairly certain that his luck hadn’t run out yet.
Title: You OK, Freckles?
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: FRT
Character: Sawyer
2x5obsessions Prompt: through leaves of greenContent Warning: Spoilers for "Tale of Two Cities"
Summary: He wasn’t going to debate on the fact that he was indeed in a cage at this point, he was going to deal with that at a later date. He was just happy he was finally getting something to eat.
Author's Note: Sawyer's POV during his last scene in "Tale of Two Cities." Italics are dialouge taken directly from the episode.
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters of LOST. They're owned by ABC.
“Reward. Reward.”
He let out a whoop of victory when the music started to play, finally having conquered whatever this thing was that these sonsovabitches, whoever the hell they were, had left in his cage. He wasn’t going to debate on the fact that he was indeed in a cage at this point, he was going to deal with that at a later date. He was just happy he was finally getting something to eat.
He heard the buzzer go off and looked down to see he what was going to feast upon tonight. When the small, pink fish shaped cake dropped to his feet, the look of triumph was replaced with a frown of resentment. It was like they were feeding a wild animal instead of a human being. He should have known to expect nothing less, after all they were keeping him in a cage, but he was somewhat hoping for a bit of higher quality dining. The degrading situation was only further punctuated by the pile of kibble that arrived at his feet next.
“Unbelievable.”
Those thoughts were all sidetracked when the spout next to the machine started spurting water. He ran for it, like a man who’d been stuck in the desert and was in desperate need of hydration. He didn’t care that he was drinking it out of the trough, just like they would at the zoo; he was too thirsty to care. He gulped at the water, letting it wash down his throat and refresh him, and he started to feel better than he had in a while.
“Keep movin.’”
He looked up at the sound of someone coming, and that’s when she appeared. She walked through the green leaves. When she saw him, it was a look of surprise or shock. Like she thought she wasn’t going to meet him here, not after where she had been. Relief crossed her face briefly, and then the look changed to pain, embarrassment even.
She looked pretty, almost lady-like in that dress they had given her, and if it weren’t for the tears in her eyes and the scars the handcuffs were leaving around her wrists he would have smiled. But he didn’t. Only thing he could do was stare, watch her as the man walked her into the other cage, and bolted the door behind her.
The man wasn’t rough with her, or God knows Sawyer would have been on him in a second, iron bars be damned. But he was locking Kate in a cage, and Sawyer knew better than most that if there was one place Kate didn’t belong it was a cage. She didn’t deserve the animal-esque treatment. Him, maybe. He had been called an animal more than once in his life, and he didn’t exactly have the cleanest of souls, but Kate? That wasn’t something she deserved.
“—I’ll bring you some antiseptic later.”
“How ‘bout you bring me an ottoman? And while you’re at it, I could use a blow-dryer.”
He watched as the man turned to him, giving him a look, what he could discern was a mix of amusement and annoyance, but these people were harder to read than Jin was. And here they were all speaking the same language. He watched as the man’s eyes wandered down to the biscuit in his hand, and then back up again with a smirk.
“Hey, you got yourself a fish biscuit. How'd you do that?”
“I figured out your complicated gizmos, that's how.”
“Only took the bears 2 hours.”
He felt his ego deflate slightly as the man left. It had taken him all day to figure out exactly how Dharma’s little Skinner’s box of a machine worked, and the bears, creatures who’s upper brain function wasn’t nearly that of his own, had figured it out in two hours?
“How many of them were there?”
It was after all, the only explanation. There had to have been more than one, working together. A team effort. Him all by himself couldn’t have figured that damn thing out in two hours, obviously.
But that wasn’t the matter at hand. His eyes drifted back across the aisle between them, to the cage where Kate was standing. She looked as though she was trying to hold herself together, trying not to fall apart. Like she had seen or heard something that scared her more than it should have. And he, for one, didn’t like it. And the only thing he could do was attempt to reassure her that nothing had changed with them, and he wasn’t going to stop this rapport, whatever it was between them. No matter how much she hated it.
“You okay, Freckles?”
“Yeah. You?”
“Just swell. I requested that cage, but whatever.”
He saw the slight smirk that crossed her face, and corner of his mouth turned up to match it. The look of concern vanished, not entirely, but enough for him to seem more relaxed, more comfortable. Less worried.
“Nice dress.”
“They made me wear it.”
“You hungry?”
She nodded eagerly, before he tossed her the fish biscuit, watching her dig into it like a woman starved. He had almost assumed that with the pretty dress and clean appearance that they had fed her, but it looked like he had been wrong. All he could do was watch her, and offer silent reassurances that everything was going to be alright. After all, it had to be.
He was fairly certain that his luck hadn’t run out yet.