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lenina20 who chose this icon. ♥
Title: Good To See You Again
Rating: PG
Characters: Sawyer, Hurley
Word counting: 576
Disclaimer: Nah, not mine.
Spoilers: For Tricia Tanaka Is Dead.
Summary: When he says that it’s good to see him, too, he means it, he really means it.
A/N: uhm, nothing canon hasn't said but I so love that scene. Random title as usual.
Now, that’s just his dumb luck.
If there’s a kind of person Sawyer isn’t, well, he isn’t whiny and never has been, so he isn’t going to start whining now. Hell, at least he’s out of that sort of third rate Alcatraz, he’s out of that filthy shirt and that’s more than he could have hoped for three days ago, but that doesn’t quite cut the deal.
Now, either he is becoming a fucking softie or he’s losing his mind or that fish biscuits were enhanced with some kind of drug because there really isn’t any other explanation to the burning ache and disappointment he’s been feeling since Kate said that sentence containing the magic words wiping the slate clean. Wiping the state clean is something he has never done his whole life and he’s sure as hell not going to start now, especially when he isn’t sorry for a single thing.
He surely isn’t sorry for what happened in that cage because fuck it, he had been sincere and he had been wanting it so bad it hurt; and while he is sorry for Jack being still there, he isn’t sorry for having left. He had cut his deal to let them go and Sawyer thinks he gets how hard it must have been for him; Sawyer isn’t sorry for doing what he wanted.
But then again, he should have suspected it. What was really, really pissing him off was the fucking stash. Because after what happened he sure as hell needs a damn drink and awesome, he finds that the Vh1 reject, the International House of Pancakes and the crazy Mozart guy from the boat for whom he plans to find a name as soon as possible have drank all the whiskey he had.
Just his dumb luck, indeed. As he walks through the jungle in the direction Charlie headed him, he shakes his head bitterly, thinking that he really should stop reading that much because he’s fucking losing contact with reality.
Gold star for thinking that after that cage she’d have stuck with him at least a while and for taking into account that they would leave him some of his stash. Hell, he never hoped to find it intact, that was out of question, but..
He shakes his head and hears some noise and some Korean. Good, he thinks. Now, it’s time to get at least a fucking explanation.
“Hey, where the hell’s my stuff?”, he says even before turning the final corner, stopping dead in his tracks when he sees Hurley and Jin handling a fucking van.
“What are you all doing?”, he mutters after, not really placing the scene.
Now, he doesn’t expect anything that happens after. He doesn’t miss how happy Hurley’s voice sounds when he turns to him, but Sawyer doesn’t have the time to actually think about it, nor to think at some remark to throw at him because then Hurley is fucking glomping him, almost knocking him to the ground. There’s no mistake in how genuine this is and he doesn’t know how it happens but in a second he forgets about Jack, the cages, Kate, the stash and the scotch altogether and he finds himself smiling without being able to help it while he hugs him back. When Sawyer says that it’s good to see him, too, he means it, he really means it.
Well, alright, maybe he actually has some dumb luck, after all.
End.
For
lenina20 who chose this icon. ♥Title: Good To See You Again
Rating: PG
Characters: Sawyer, Hurley
Word counting: 576
Disclaimer: Nah, not mine.
Spoilers: For Tricia Tanaka Is Dead.
Summary: When he says that it’s good to see him, too, he means it, he really means it.
A/N: uhm, nothing canon hasn't said but I so love that scene. Random title as usual.
Now, that’s just his dumb luck.
If there’s a kind of person Sawyer isn’t, well, he isn’t whiny and never has been, so he isn’t going to start whining now. Hell, at least he’s out of that sort of third rate Alcatraz, he’s out of that filthy shirt and that’s more than he could have hoped for three days ago, but that doesn’t quite cut the deal.
Now, either he is becoming a fucking softie or he’s losing his mind or that fish biscuits were enhanced with some kind of drug because there really isn’t any other explanation to the burning ache and disappointment he’s been feeling since Kate said that sentence containing the magic words wiping the slate clean. Wiping the state clean is something he has never done his whole life and he’s sure as hell not going to start now, especially when he isn’t sorry for a single thing.
He surely isn’t sorry for what happened in that cage because fuck it, he had been sincere and he had been wanting it so bad it hurt; and while he is sorry for Jack being still there, he isn’t sorry for having left. He had cut his deal to let them go and Sawyer thinks he gets how hard it must have been for him; Sawyer isn’t sorry for doing what he wanted.
But then again, he should have suspected it. What was really, really pissing him off was the fucking stash. Because after what happened he sure as hell needs a damn drink and awesome, he finds that the Vh1 reject, the International House of Pancakes and the crazy Mozart guy from the boat for whom he plans to find a name as soon as possible have drank all the whiskey he had.
Just his dumb luck, indeed. As he walks through the jungle in the direction Charlie headed him, he shakes his head bitterly, thinking that he really should stop reading that much because he’s fucking losing contact with reality.
Gold star for thinking that after that cage she’d have stuck with him at least a while and for taking into account that they would leave him some of his stash. Hell, he never hoped to find it intact, that was out of question, but..
He shakes his head and hears some noise and some Korean. Good, he thinks. Now, it’s time to get at least a fucking explanation.
“Hey, where the hell’s my stuff?”, he says even before turning the final corner, stopping dead in his tracks when he sees Hurley and Jin handling a fucking van.
“What are you all doing?”, he mutters after, not really placing the scene.
Now, he doesn’t expect anything that happens after. He doesn’t miss how happy Hurley’s voice sounds when he turns to him, but Sawyer doesn’t have the time to actually think about it, nor to think at some remark to throw at him because then Hurley is fucking glomping him, almost knocking him to the ground. There’s no mistake in how genuine this is and he doesn’t know how it happens but in a second he forgets about Jack, the cages, Kate, the stash and the scotch altogether and he finds himself smiling without being able to help it while he hugs him back. When Sawyer says that it’s good to see him, too, he means it, he really means it.
Well, alright, maybe he actually has some dumb luck, after all.
End.
