Fic: Where You Lead (Sawyer/Juliet)
Title: Where You Lead
Rating: PG
Summary: In letting go of hope, he finds all he has to hold onto is her.
Disclaimer: I do not own Lost. At all. I wish but alas...
Author's Note: Used for un_love_you, prompt #7: prove it.
Two weeks come and go and they are back on the dock again.
“So this is it,” Sawyer says, glumly. He figures, at this point, there’s no reason to try to hide it. After all, he’d all but begged her to stay standing at this very spot two weeks ago.
Juliet looks at him and smiles a small smile. “I don’t think they’re coming back, James,” she tells him. His heart tells him two weeks isn’t long enough to know for sure, but his brain knows better. His brain knows she’s right.
So what is he staying here for, really? And what reason can he give for her to give him more time and stay? Because I want you too? Because I need you here? Because you can’t leave me too?
No. Those aren’t reasons for her, they’re reasons for him. They’re about what he wants and needs, not what’s right for her. She was right when they were sitting here two weeks ago. She had been waiting a long time to leave. He can’t keep standing in her way because of what he wants.
“You’re probably right,” he admits, shaking his head. In letting go of hope, he finds all he has to hold onto is her.
“If I thought I could do anything, if there were a reason,” she looks him in the eyes. “I would stay.” He doesn’t know what to say. The thing he’s learned about Juliet is everything she says is deliberate. She doesn’t say things off the top of her head. When she talks, everything she says means something.
She’s asking him to give her a reason to stay.
He doesn’t have one.
“You ready?”
The guy who’s running the sub today pops his head up and they both turn to face him. Sawyer gives him such a look that he looks away and jumps back down, leaving them alone again. Juliet looks at Sawyer and the smile she gives him then is a goodbye. She isn’t going to say it, which is good, because he doesn’t want to hear it.
She reaches out and holds his hand, squeezing it, and then she walks away.
Without thinking, Sawyer takes hold of her hand and she gets a few feet before she’s forced to stop because Sawyer is holding onto her hand with little to no intention of letting go. He looks her right in the eyes, and confusion gives way to disbelief quite quickly. She can see in his eyes what he’s thinking.
“There’s no reason you should stay,” he tells her. “And now that you’re goin’…there’s no reason for me to stay either.”
“James…” she says, but she doesn’t complete the thought. He steps right beside her, still holding her hand in his, though he’s slid his fingers down through hers. Neither of them have bags full of things to take with them, memories of their place. All they have are the clothes on their backs and each other.
Sawyer has no idea what they’re going to do when they get to the other side. He doesn’t care. He’s a survivor. He made his way on nothing before, and he can do it again. What he can’t do is stay here, in this place, without her. Alone. Because that’s exactly what he would be.
“We’re ready,” he calls down, letting Juliet in ahead of him. The guy inside looks confused, but apparently Sawyer had scared him such that he really doesn’t question why there are suddenly two passengers instead of one.
Juliet sits down and Sawyer sits next to her. They look at each other for a long time before he drops his gaze and puts his hand back in hers. She looks down at their hands, then back to Sawyer.
“So this is it?” Sawyer repeats.
She smiles. “What are we gonna do now?” she asks.
“You still got my back?”
She chuckles. “Absolutely,” she answers.
“Then we’ll figure it out,” he replies.
Rating: PG
Summary: In letting go of hope, he finds all he has to hold onto is her.
Disclaimer: I do not own Lost. At all. I wish but alas...
Author's Note: Used for un_love_you, prompt #7: prove it.
Two weeks come and go and they are back on the dock again.
“So this is it,” Sawyer says, glumly. He figures, at this point, there’s no reason to try to hide it. After all, he’d all but begged her to stay standing at this very spot two weeks ago.
Juliet looks at him and smiles a small smile. “I don’t think they’re coming back, James,” she tells him. His heart tells him two weeks isn’t long enough to know for sure, but his brain knows better. His brain knows she’s right.
So what is he staying here for, really? And what reason can he give for her to give him more time and stay? Because I want you too? Because I need you here? Because you can’t leave me too?
No. Those aren’t reasons for her, they’re reasons for him. They’re about what he wants and needs, not what’s right for her. She was right when they were sitting here two weeks ago. She had been waiting a long time to leave. He can’t keep standing in her way because of what he wants.
“You’re probably right,” he admits, shaking his head. In letting go of hope, he finds all he has to hold onto is her.
“If I thought I could do anything, if there were a reason,” she looks him in the eyes. “I would stay.” He doesn’t know what to say. The thing he’s learned about Juliet is everything she says is deliberate. She doesn’t say things off the top of her head. When she talks, everything she says means something.
She’s asking him to give her a reason to stay.
He doesn’t have one.
“You ready?”
The guy who’s running the sub today pops his head up and they both turn to face him. Sawyer gives him such a look that he looks away and jumps back down, leaving them alone again. Juliet looks at Sawyer and the smile she gives him then is a goodbye. She isn’t going to say it, which is good, because he doesn’t want to hear it.
She reaches out and holds his hand, squeezing it, and then she walks away.
Without thinking, Sawyer takes hold of her hand and she gets a few feet before she’s forced to stop because Sawyer is holding onto her hand with little to no intention of letting go. He looks her right in the eyes, and confusion gives way to disbelief quite quickly. She can see in his eyes what he’s thinking.
“There’s no reason you should stay,” he tells her. “And now that you’re goin’…there’s no reason for me to stay either.”
“James…” she says, but she doesn’t complete the thought. He steps right beside her, still holding her hand in his, though he’s slid his fingers down through hers. Neither of them have bags full of things to take with them, memories of their place. All they have are the clothes on their backs and each other.
Sawyer has no idea what they’re going to do when they get to the other side. He doesn’t care. He’s a survivor. He made his way on nothing before, and he can do it again. What he can’t do is stay here, in this place, without her. Alone. Because that’s exactly what he would be.
“We’re ready,” he calls down, letting Juliet in ahead of him. The guy inside looks confused, but apparently Sawyer had scared him such that he really doesn’t question why there are suddenly two passengers instead of one.
Juliet sits down and Sawyer sits next to her. They look at each other for a long time before he drops his gaze and puts his hand back in hers. She looks down at their hands, then back to Sawyer.
“So this is it?” Sawyer repeats.
She smiles. “What are we gonna do now?” she asks.
“You still got my back?”
She chuckles. “Absolutely,” she answers.
“Then we’ll figure it out,” he replies.