(( You thought I was done with my nickname-fetish?  HAH. ))

James isn't Sawyer any longer.  He hasn't been for a while, truth be told, especially not since the island started skipping like a goddamn scratched record.  Probably not for a good time before that, too.  Juliet had never called him Sawyer, and Locke had one day decided to fixate on his ( Read more... )

James left a lot of things up for interpretation, secure in the knowledge that people would take it the wrong way. He had never said the necklaces were real, never straight up admitted to stealing them from a jewelry store. That's how the best games went down. Weren't like you ever right out said things were the way you wanted them to believe ( Read more... )

(( Since we never quite finished our shopping-for-Clementine thread,
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James's fingers itched for a cigarette, for the comfort of somethin' to do with his hands and his lips, somethin' completely different from what he really wanted ta do.  Something destructive and awful, something leading to death, somethin' he wouldn't mind taking him right now.

He leaned against a chainklink fence, hazy blue eyes barely focused on ( Read more... )

Three men can keep a secret, if two of them are dead.
Benjamin Franklin, Poor Richard's Almanack.

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Frank Duckett was dead. So there was one down.

James might have told a small fib when he assured Savannah McBride he had travelled clear across the country just to see her for a few days. But it weren't like spending time in her bed and enjoying her ( Read more... )

“There is never enough time, unless you're serving it.” - Malcom Forbes

James leaned back against the concrete wall, cracking his neck and tryin' not to think. In his hands rested a worn, dog-eared copy of Of Mice and Men. Shortest damn book in th' world, but it was the only good thing in the prison library. James had already read it three ( Read more... )

James sighed angrily when he saw the box sittin' on his doorstep. What was it this time? Another nutter tryin' ta convince him ta talk about "the truth," 'bout what happened to them all afore they were rescued? Like hell James would ever talk 'bout that other than the other four who got off. He toed the box, unable ta read the return address ( Read more... )

(( Note: This is only canon in my Oceanic 6 'verse if
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