Edge of Night - Chapter 1
Title: Edge of Night
Chapter: 1 - Revenge is Never Smart
Pairing: Kate/Sawyer hinted at
Characters: Jack, Sawyer
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1004
Timeline: Takes place after 2x11 The Hunting Party.
Summary: Sawyer storms off into the jungle for some much desired revenge, despite Jack's insistence to stay put.
Disclaimer: I don't own LOST, or Bad Robot, and I know no one involved with anything about the show, or anyone at ABC. This is merely fiction.
Sawyer shoved a water bottle into his already full pack and fought with the zipper, trying to force it to close. Finally it did and he picked up his gun, checking that it was fully loaded. Satisfied that it was loaded, and that he had extra ammo in his bag, he tucked the gun into the back of his pants and sighed, wondering if he forgot anything. Deciding that if he did, it wasn't anything he couldn'tve without, so he picked up his bag and slung it over one shoulder. He was in the process of threading his other arm through the other strap when Jack stalked up to him, looking angry.
"Where the hell do you think you're going?!" Jack demanded, taking in the bulging backpack.
"Why's it matter to you, Jacko?" asked Sawyer moodily, realizing he forgot a warm shirt and taking off his bag again. He turned his back on Jack and pulled a light flannel button up from his suitcase, and pulled off the shirt he was wearing. Jack noticed the gun sticking out of the back of Sawyer's pants and scowled.
"That thing loaded?" he asked edgily, pointing at it. Sawyer didn't turn around as he pulled on the long sleeve flannel shirt, but answered with his back still to Jack.
"'Course it is. Kinda pointless to be carryin' it around if it ain't, dontcha think?" he replied carelessly, doing up a couple of the buttons and turning around, half of the shirt hanging open. Jack seemed to be reeking anger, and Sawyer smirked slightly as he pulled his backpack back on.
"You're going after them, aren't you?" Jack asked with a dark look, knowing Sawyer didn't need an explanation as to who "them" were. Sawyer looked at Jack coolly for a moment before smirking again.
"Nice observation, doc. Wouldn't you like to know." Sawyer said smoothly, adjusting the straps on his bag. He gave Jack a final cool, appraising look and began to walk away. Jack scowled and followed, grabbing the man by the shoulder and turning him as he reached the edge of the forest. "Get your hands off me, doc." Sawyer hissed, and Jack removed his hand from Sawyer's shoulder.
"You know the agreement, Sawyer. You break it and you're putting the whole camp in danger." Jack told him fiercely. Sawyer looked down at him, a hard look on his face.
"You weren't the one they shot, doc. Twice." Sawyer moved his hair away from his neck, reminding Jack again where the bullet grazed him in the jungle. "I got me a quarrel directly with Zeke." he snapped, turning his back on Jack and stalking into the jungle. Sawyer hadn't added that the fact that Zeke had also taken Kate that fateful day the week before, gave Sawyer even more motive to kill the guy. Remembering the sight of her, gagged, bound and terrified spurred him on, and he strode away from the caves, thinking deeply as he kept a watchful eye on his surroundings. He remembered the sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach as the Other woman pushed her forwards, a bag over her head. He remembered being able to hear her frightened whimpers even before Zeke had pulled off the hood and then he could see the fear in her eyes. He remembered how he'd automatically taken aim at Zeke, but didn't dare make another move as he held a gun to Kate. And he would never forget the agonizing seconds in which Jack made her wait while Zeke counted, the panicked sounds of her whimpers and cries, the frantic, pleading look in her eyes. He remembered the way her body shook as Zeke shoved her into his arms, the way her wrists had red rings around them after he'd untied them.
Sawyer pulled himself out of his thoughts and realized he'd been walking for hours. He sat down on a large rock, pulled out his water bottle and took a long draught, looking around. He had a feeling they already knew his intentions, but it didn't stop him. He needed payback. He needed it for him, he needed it for Kate. He needed it for the bastard almost murdering him. He just needed it.
He heaved himself up a moment later, deciding he'd had enough rest. He tromped through the jungle, and when he reached a large clearing, he realized how dark the sky was with clouds.
"Shit.." he muttered, walking faster, hoping he would get to the other side before it started raining. No luck; seconds after the thought ran through his head, the clouds started emptying themselves, and before he was even halfway across the field, he was soaked. "Terrific.." he growled, pushing his sopping hair out of his eyes as the water ran down his face, partially blinding him. His soaked shirt and jeans weighing him down, Sawyer tromped along as fast as he could. He was getting closer and closer to their territory, he could feel it. Swallowing any fear he might be feeling, he let his anger wash over him, giving him the strength that he needed to push forward without looking back.
He grew more uneasy with every step he took, and after a while he drew his gun, cocked it and had it ready, just in case. Every rustle of the leaves made him look around, and though it had stopped raining, the sounds of the water droplets falling from the trees echoing around made him even more nervous. He swallowed his nerves and continued to trek on, stopping for only a moment to have another drink of water. Just as he was replacing the bottle in his bag, he heard a rustle in the trees not far from him. Dropping his bag, he whipped around and pointed his gun at the sound of the noise as fast as he could, and his heart clenched slightly in fear as he found a rifle pointed at him, the person holding it half-hidden behind a tree.
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Cross-posted!
Chapter: 1 - Revenge is Never Smart
Pairing: Kate/Sawyer hinted at
Characters: Jack, Sawyer
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1004
Timeline: Takes place after 2x11 The Hunting Party.
Summary: Sawyer storms off into the jungle for some much desired revenge, despite Jack's insistence to stay put.
Disclaimer: I don't own LOST, or Bad Robot, and I know no one involved with anything about the show, or anyone at ABC. This is merely fiction.
Sawyer shoved a water bottle into his already full pack and fought with the zipper, trying to force it to close. Finally it did and he picked up his gun, checking that it was fully loaded. Satisfied that it was loaded, and that he had extra ammo in his bag, he tucked the gun into the back of his pants and sighed, wondering if he forgot anything. Deciding that if he did, it wasn't anything he couldn'tve without, so he picked up his bag and slung it over one shoulder. He was in the process of threading his other arm through the other strap when Jack stalked up to him, looking angry.
"Where the hell do you think you're going?!" Jack demanded, taking in the bulging backpack.
"Why's it matter to you, Jacko?" asked Sawyer moodily, realizing he forgot a warm shirt and taking off his bag again. He turned his back on Jack and pulled a light flannel button up from his suitcase, and pulled off the shirt he was wearing. Jack noticed the gun sticking out of the back of Sawyer's pants and scowled.
"That thing loaded?" he asked edgily, pointing at it. Sawyer didn't turn around as he pulled on the long sleeve flannel shirt, but answered with his back still to Jack.
"'Course it is. Kinda pointless to be carryin' it around if it ain't, dontcha think?" he replied carelessly, doing up a couple of the buttons and turning around, half of the shirt hanging open. Jack seemed to be reeking anger, and Sawyer smirked slightly as he pulled his backpack back on.
"You're going after them, aren't you?" Jack asked with a dark look, knowing Sawyer didn't need an explanation as to who "them" were. Sawyer looked at Jack coolly for a moment before smirking again.
"Nice observation, doc. Wouldn't you like to know." Sawyer said smoothly, adjusting the straps on his bag. He gave Jack a final cool, appraising look and began to walk away. Jack scowled and followed, grabbing the man by the shoulder and turning him as he reached the edge of the forest. "Get your hands off me, doc." Sawyer hissed, and Jack removed his hand from Sawyer's shoulder.
"You know the agreement, Sawyer. You break it and you're putting the whole camp in danger." Jack told him fiercely. Sawyer looked down at him, a hard look on his face.
"You weren't the one they shot, doc. Twice." Sawyer moved his hair away from his neck, reminding Jack again where the bullet grazed him in the jungle. "I got me a quarrel directly with Zeke." he snapped, turning his back on Jack and stalking into the jungle. Sawyer hadn't added that the fact that Zeke had also taken Kate that fateful day the week before, gave Sawyer even more motive to kill the guy. Remembering the sight of her, gagged, bound and terrified spurred him on, and he strode away from the caves, thinking deeply as he kept a watchful eye on his surroundings. He remembered the sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach as the Other woman pushed her forwards, a bag over her head. He remembered being able to hear her frightened whimpers even before Zeke had pulled off the hood and then he could see the fear in her eyes. He remembered how he'd automatically taken aim at Zeke, but didn't dare make another move as he held a gun to Kate. And he would never forget the agonizing seconds in which Jack made her wait while Zeke counted, the panicked sounds of her whimpers and cries, the frantic, pleading look in her eyes. He remembered the way her body shook as Zeke shoved her into his arms, the way her wrists had red rings around them after he'd untied them.
Sawyer pulled himself out of his thoughts and realized he'd been walking for hours. He sat down on a large rock, pulled out his water bottle and took a long draught, looking around. He had a feeling they already knew his intentions, but it didn't stop him. He needed payback. He needed it for him, he needed it for Kate. He needed it for the bastard almost murdering him. He just needed it.
He heaved himself up a moment later, deciding he'd had enough rest. He tromped through the jungle, and when he reached a large clearing, he realized how dark the sky was with clouds.
"Shit.." he muttered, walking faster, hoping he would get to the other side before it started raining. No luck; seconds after the thought ran through his head, the clouds started emptying themselves, and before he was even halfway across the field, he was soaked. "Terrific.." he growled, pushing his sopping hair out of his eyes as the water ran down his face, partially blinding him. His soaked shirt and jeans weighing him down, Sawyer tromped along as fast as he could. He was getting closer and closer to their territory, he could feel it. Swallowing any fear he might be feeling, he let his anger wash over him, giving him the strength that he needed to push forward without looking back.
He grew more uneasy with every step he took, and after a while he drew his gun, cocked it and had it ready, just in case. Every rustle of the leaves made him look around, and though it had stopped raining, the sounds of the water droplets falling from the trees echoing around made him even more nervous. He swallowed his nerves and continued to trek on, stopping for only a moment to have another drink of water. Just as he was replacing the bottle in his bag, he heard a rustle in the trees not far from him. Dropping his bag, he whipped around and pointed his gun at the sound of the noise as fast as he could, and his heart clenched slightly in fear as he found a rifle pointed at him, the person holding it half-hidden behind a tree.
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