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NOTE: Taken from an AU universe where Sawyer and all the castaways were rescued. Sawyer is living in a Beverly Hills home gifted to him by Hurley to settle certain island gambling debts, and in his spare time has been working on his biography.
From a document open on a word processor in Sawyer’s laptop...
…stupid goddamn coffee cup didn’t shatter a little harder and slice open an artery.
Wasn’t the first time I wished a man ill or wished him dead, either, but it was the first time I got punished for it. Flight 815 was my kick in the ass for being a thoughtless, self-possessed jackass, but I suppose the point of a biography isn’t to rehash too many of the things you already know, is it? So let’s leave that alone and move on.
The truth of the matter was that my arrest that night had little to do with being drunk and disorderly. There was a reason for both the drunkenness and the disorderly behavior, and his name was Frank Duckett.
I can’t say much about what happened the day our paths crossed, but I can tell you the man changed my life. In the present back then, on the island, and in the here and now he’s still with me. The demons in my past led me straight to his doorstep, and it put me on the line between life and death, Heaven and Hell.
If not for a man more lost than I was, I would have walked away. He sent me into the Devil’s path, though, dangled the bait and I damn well took it. To this day, I still regret it.
Take it back to Flight 815 yet again, where I paid my penance and took a stab at saving my sorry soul. I can’t say I found redemption, but I made my peace with Frank Duckett on a boar hunt, of all things. Locke might call it some sort of messed-up spirit walk or vision quest, or whatever tribal bullshit he might’ve been spouting at the time, but all I know is that a boar had it in for me, and I meant to kill it.
Don’t tell me it didn’t, I heard that line before and I’m still convinced the damn thing had a vendetta. If you’re reading, Kate…I don’t wanna hear it.
Whether it was a man I thought done me wrong or a boar that wanted to make my life miserable, though, it was the boar that taught me to let go. If I’d been on that island a month or two sooner to learn that lesson, there’s a fella that might still be walking free and clear in this world.
Things worked out like they worked out, though, and the crash came too late for Frank Duckett. It didn’t, however, come too late for the men that came along later and crossed me the moment they crossed a kid named Walt Lloyd…
Muse: James "Sawyer" Ford
Fandom: LOST
Words: 440
From a document open on a word processor in Sawyer’s laptop...
…stupid goddamn coffee cup didn’t shatter a little harder and slice open an artery.
Wasn’t the first time I wished a man ill or wished him dead, either, but it was the first time I got punished for it. Flight 815 was my kick in the ass for being a thoughtless, self-possessed jackass, but I suppose the point of a biography isn’t to rehash too many of the things you already know, is it? So let’s leave that alone and move on.
The truth of the matter was that my arrest that night had little to do with being drunk and disorderly. There was a reason for both the drunkenness and the disorderly behavior, and his name was Frank Duckett.
I can’t say much about what happened the day our paths crossed, but I can tell you the man changed my life. In the present back then, on the island, and in the here and now he’s still with me. The demons in my past led me straight to his doorstep, and it put me on the line between life and death, Heaven and Hell.
If not for a man more lost than I was, I would have walked away. He sent me into the Devil’s path, though, dangled the bait and I damn well took it. To this day, I still regret it.
Take it back to Flight 815 yet again, where I paid my penance and took a stab at saving my sorry soul. I can’t say I found redemption, but I made my peace with Frank Duckett on a boar hunt, of all things. Locke might call it some sort of messed-up spirit walk or vision quest, or whatever tribal bullshit he might’ve been spouting at the time, but all I know is that a boar had it in for me, and I meant to kill it.
Don’t tell me it didn’t, I heard that line before and I’m still convinced the damn thing had a vendetta. If you’re reading, Kate…I don’t wanna hear it.
Whether it was a man I thought done me wrong or a boar that wanted to make my life miserable, though, it was the boar that taught me to let go. If I’d been on that island a month or two sooner to learn that lesson, there’s a fella that might still be walking free and clear in this world.
Things worked out like they worked out, though, and the crash came too late for Frank Duckett. It didn’t, however, come too late for the men that came along later and crossed me the moment they crossed a kid named Walt Lloyd…
Muse: James "Sawyer" Ford
Fandom: LOST
Words: 440