Fic: Known (Sawyer/Juliet)
Title: Known
Rating: PG
Summary: They're having beers on his porch one night. The lights from all of the houses have gone out so it's pretty much just them and the stars.
Disclaimer: I do not own Lost. At all. I wish but alas...
Author's Note: Used for lover100, prompt #12: strangers.
They're having beers on his porch one night. The lights from all of the houses have gone out so it's pretty much just them and the stars. Three beers in, with a cheap buzz going, she looks over at him, her lids heavy. He looks back with that smirk of his, and she returns it with a smirk of her own.
"It's funny," she says.
"What is?" he asks.
"That you needed me here," she answers. He chuckles, snorts like it isn't true when they both know it is, and takes another drink from his beer.
"I ain't saying it's true, but if it were, what the hell's so funny about that?"
She shakes her head. "You need me and you barely even know me."
*
Sawyer remembers this time. This time when he had looked at Juliet's face, at her eyes, and seen her as clearly as he'd ever seen anyone. Most people were an easy read, but not her. She had all sorts of walls built around her. But when she had that gun on Kate, Sawyer knew all he needed to know from looking right at her.
"But that blond who had a gun pointed at you? She would have shot you -- no problem," he told Kate later.
And she damn sure would have.
*
He narrows his eyes just a little bit and smiles. "I know you, Blondie," he tells her. "The important stuff, anyway."
"Is that so?" she asks, resting her beer on her knee.
"Yeah," he answers.
They trade selfassured smirks again, then look back up toward the stars. He keeps drinking his beer and she keeps drinking hers.
Rating: PG
Summary: They're having beers on his porch one night. The lights from all of the houses have gone out so it's pretty much just them and the stars.
Disclaimer: I do not own Lost. At all. I wish but alas...
Author's Note: Used for lover100, prompt #12: strangers.
They're having beers on his porch one night. The lights from all of the houses have gone out so it's pretty much just them and the stars. Three beers in, with a cheap buzz going, she looks over at him, her lids heavy. He looks back with that smirk of his, and she returns it with a smirk of her own.
"It's funny," she says.
"What is?" he asks.
"That you needed me here," she answers. He chuckles, snorts like it isn't true when they both know it is, and takes another drink from his beer.
"I ain't saying it's true, but if it were, what the hell's so funny about that?"
She shakes her head. "You need me and you barely even know me."
*
Sawyer remembers this time. This time when he had looked at Juliet's face, at her eyes, and seen her as clearly as he'd ever seen anyone. Most people were an easy read, but not her. She had all sorts of walls built around her. But when she had that gun on Kate, Sawyer knew all he needed to know from looking right at her.
"But that blond who had a gun pointed at you? She would have shot you -- no problem," he told Kate later.
And she damn sure would have.
*
He narrows his eyes just a little bit and smiles. "I know you, Blondie," he tells her. "The important stuff, anyway."
"Is that so?" she asks, resting her beer on her knee.
"Yeah," he answers.
They trade selfassured smirks again, then look back up toward the stars. He keeps drinking his beer and she keeps drinking hers.