Fanfiction - Lost: "Seven 'I Love You's' - Chapter 1: Falling is Like This" by missy42
Title: Seven 'I Love You's'
Chapter: 01 "Falling Is Like This"
Author: missy42
Rating: R
Fandom: Television - Lost
'Ship ZOMGMADHOTJUNGLESEX!!! **ahem** Ana Lucia and James "Sawyer" Ford
Challenge: None
Warning: Language
Disclaimer: If I owned Lost, Ana Lucia would not be dead. And she and James Ford would have plenty of Mad!Hot!Jungle!Sex. And it would be on HBO. "Falling is Like This" belongs to Ani Difranco, her muses, her record company or whatever entity it is that takes credit for such things.
Words: 1,519
Friendly Neighborhood Beta-Reader firstanointed a.k.a. Osiris-Ra
Summary: Three little words. So many possibilities. Chapter 01: It's an awkward start for someone who's never admitted to having feelings for anything.
Author's Note: I love this 'ship. I hate that it never really got the chance it deserved. Here are a few different scenarios of how Ana Lucia and Sawyer just might have told one another that they love each other. I've tried to make it so that they kind of flow together, but they're not necessarily part of one larger story. In fact, if I've done this right, then the situations in each chapter can stand by itself. So, take each chapter as a variation of the same thing, or vignettes in one big piece of fluff. Chapter 01: While the whole fic is in third person, this chapter is from Sawyer's point of view, and strongly so. The portions in italics are his inner thoughts, but even the narration suggests that it's what might be going through his mind. Except the song. It's an Ani Difranco song, and I hardly think Sawyer's an Ani Difranco fan, but this one just suits them so perfectly, I couldn't let it go.
you give me that look that's like laughing
with liquid in your mouth
like you're choosing between choking
and spitting it all out
like you're trying to fight gravity
on a planet that insists
that love is like falling
and falling is like this
~ "Falling is Like This" by Ani Difranco
"You ain't goin'."
"Say that as many times as you like, it's not going to change my mind."
"You. Ain't. Going."
"You know, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you actually care about what happens to me."
Sawyer gaped and floundered at her insinuation. How was it she was always able to turn things around so that he was the one left reeling? No woman was supposed to be able to do that to him. He was supposed to do that to them. He was Sawyer, damnit! As if to add insult to injury, she was incredibly amused at his shock and awkwardness. He knew he had to come up with a come-back quick, or risk losing face altogether. Trouble was, he had no idea what to come back with. Instead, he just started talking, letting his mouth run, hoping the words coming out of it would form themselves into something that would make sense. It had worked for him before, after all, why not now?
Sawyer realized his mouth was hanging open and he snapped it shut before retorting.
"Well, then I guess it's a damned good thing you know better, ain't it?"
"Sure, whatever," she said sarcastically.
Damn this woman!
"Besides... that's not the point!" Sawyer insisted.
"Really? Then what is?"
"You don't even know what happened to the last guy who went a' huntin' with the likes of Elmer Fudd."
"You mean that guy Bob getting killed?"
"Boone. Wait. You know about that?"
"Yeah, Locke already told me whole story."
"Okay. Okay, well... well what about Michael?"
"What about him?"
"We both know what happened when Locke took Michael under his wing."
"Do I look like some vigilante willing to risk anyone's and everyone's lives for one person?"
"A little."
Ana Lucia sighed and Sawyer was convinced he had her pegged. His eyes glimmered with self-satisfaction and he didn't even try to suppress his smirk. His triumph was short-lived, though, when she immediately turned the tables back on him.
"Well, rest assured, I'm not going for the shooting lessons, and I haven't got any family here to protect. So why don't you tell me, Sawyer. What is this really about?"
"Man's got a right ta protect his piece of ass, don't he?" It was as close to the truth as he was willing to get, and not far from his ideas on property to distract her from what he was really saying.
She scoffed. "I'm not your anything!" It worked. "Besides, I don't see you offering to come along to protect anything."
Finally got her where I want her, Sawyer thought, annoyed that it had taken her so long to come around. "Would you let me?"
"Hell no!"
"Think ya don't need my protection? Well, where would you be now if I hadn't gotten to the hatch when I did a fortnight ago?" Did he just use the word "fortnight"? James, you gotta stop spending so much time with that damned limey, he scolded himself. He just hoped Ana Lucia wouldn't say anything. She didn't, but she did raise an eyebrow and he knew she was thinking fortnight? Sawyer was just realizing that the look on her face was almost worse than if she had said anything in the first place when she began speaking.
"You really think I need your protection?" Ana Lucia said, laughing at his suggestion as much as his unusual word choice. "Please. Besides. You'd be running your mouth off so much, you'd probably scare off all the game." It was Sawyer's turn to scoff. "Oh, c'mon!" Ana Lucia went on, challenging his look of determined disbelief. "It's what you do! Hell, it's what you're doing right now, isn't it? Talking simply for the sake of hearing your own voice."
God, he wanted to give her a piece of his mind. Just scream it all at her at the top of his lungs. But he knew the second he did was the second he'd prove her right. He knew she could see the struggle working itself behind his eyes. Torn between his desire to snap back at her and the pride he would take in proving her wrong, he settled on something that sounded like a growl, which only caused that maddening smirk of hers - the one he had realized a while ago she saved just for his benefit - to return and mock him in his defeat.
"Besides. You're not even really offering to come along, now are you?"
He rolled his eyes, still biting his tongue.
"Okay," she continued, leaving his answer unspoken. "So now that that's settled, I am off like a prom dress."
"Except that ya ain't."
Ana Lucia turned her gaze upward. "¡Ay, mami! ¿Por qué me echo e'a maldición de amor?"
"Your momma put a curse on ya? What, was it like, 'I hope when you have kids they're exactly like you'? I mean, that's the classic 'Mom Curse,' ain't it?"
She just looked at him annoyed. She wasn't even awed with his impressive grasp on her heavily accented Spanish.
"Do you see me with any kids?"
"No."
"Then I guess that wouldn't be the curse I'm talking about, now would it?"
Okay, maybe his Spanish wasn't that good. In fact, if he was honest with himself, the whole thing had come out of her mouth - ¿boca? - so fast, it sounded like one giant word. Well, if his Spanish wasn't as flawless as he had figured, it was her own damned fault; he was learning it from her, after all. Plus, her enunciation had been terrible. Nothing like when she was giving him lessons. Yes, it was definitely the native speaker's fault he couldn't understand her. But he was willing to let that slide. For now. "What curse then?"
She cast her eyes aside for a moment, as if considering whether or not to tell him anything. "I was once told that I'd end up falling for someone as stubborn as I am."
"Yeah, well, mine told me I'd fall for someone who wouldn't take any of my shit, so I guess we're even. Or... our mommas are even." Fuck, that was lame. And, now she's smirking at me again. "What?"
"So you're falling for me, eh?"
"I - WHAT?" Holy crap, what did I just let slip out? "No, that ain't what I... Hey, you said it first!"
"Yeah, but I was just testing you."
"You're infuriatin', you know that?"
"Takes one to know one."
He just growled again. Damn her police training! And suddenly, he realized. That was it. It had to be. The only reason she got under his skin the way she did while acting so cool and confident. It's how she had been taught to deal with criminals. Well, at least he had finally figured that out.
"Fine," he spat at her. "You still ain't goin' huntin' with Chrome Dome."
"And, you've managed to talk us into a circle, congratulations. Look, I just need some time away, that's all. Besides, we both know I need to brush up on my tracking skills."
Damnit, there she goes with that damned logic of hers!
"And if it makes you feel any better," Ana Lucia went on, "if I see any drug planes perched precariously on the edge of a cliff, I promise I'll have the good sense to keep out. Or at least send Vincent in first. Okay?"
Logic paired with sarcasm. Good, I was startin' to worry. It still ain't nothin' compared to what I can throw at her. He kept glowering at her, but she spoke before he could come up with something else to say.
"It's not personal, Sawyer," she informed him.
He was taken aback. "Personal? That ain't the issue! What the hell do you mean by personal - ya know what, never mind. You ain't going!"
"And I'll be back, safe and sound," Ana Lucia assured him.
It took him a second to realize that she had not only ignored his last comment, but was ending this conversation. Argument. Whatever. The point was, all of his usual tactics had been for naught. What was wrong with this woman that she wasn't convinced by his sheer words and good looks? Didn't she know that when he wanted her to do something, he meant it? And then, to top it all off, she went and got him to confess something that he hadn't even confessed to himself. Hell, it ain't even true. Not by a long shot.
"I promise." And with that, she moved toward him and planted a quick kiss on his cheek. Like it was nothing. Like it was typical. Like it happened all the time.
Holy shit. That seemed... sweet. Well, it would have been if it was anyone else. What the hell? Where does this chica get off pullin' something like that?
But the words never left his mouth. Instead, he just stared after her, dumbfounded at her sheer gall, as she sauntered off to meet with her new hunting buddy. He was almost too mystified to appreciate the view of her backside and swaying hips.
Almost.
Chapter 02: The Secrets that You Keep - Okay, Ana Lucia. Don't panic. Just calm down, she told herself. He was sleeping, right? Maybe this isn't what you think.
cross-posted to ana_lucia_fans, for_ana_lucia, lost_sana_fans, madhotjunglesex, missy42 & fanfiction.net.
Chapter: 01 "Falling Is Like This"
Author: missy42
Rating: R
Fandom: Television - Lost
'Ship ZOMGMADHOTJUNGLESEX!!! **ahem** Ana Lucia and James "Sawyer" Ford
Challenge: None
Warning: Language
Disclaimer: If I owned Lost, Ana Lucia would not be dead. And she and James Ford would have plenty of Mad!Hot!Jungle!Sex. And it would be on HBO. "Falling is Like This" belongs to Ani Difranco, her muses, her record company or whatever entity it is that takes credit for such things.
Words: 1,519
Friendly Neighborhood Beta-Reader firstanointed a.k.a. Osiris-Ra
Summary: Three little words. So many possibilities. Chapter 01: It's an awkward start for someone who's never admitted to having feelings for anything.
Author's Note: I love this 'ship. I hate that it never really got the chance it deserved. Here are a few different scenarios of how Ana Lucia and Sawyer just might have told one another that they love each other. I've tried to make it so that they kind of flow together, but they're not necessarily part of one larger story. In fact, if I've done this right, then the situations in each chapter can stand by itself. So, take each chapter as a variation of the same thing, or vignettes in one big piece of fluff. Chapter 01: While the whole fic is in third person, this chapter is from Sawyer's point of view, and strongly so. The portions in italics are his inner thoughts, but even the narration suggests that it's what might be going through his mind. Except the song. It's an Ani Difranco song, and I hardly think Sawyer's an Ani Difranco fan, but this one just suits them so perfectly, I couldn't let it go.
you give me that look that's like laughing
with liquid in your mouth
like you're choosing between choking
and spitting it all out
like you're trying to fight gravity
on a planet that insists
that love is like falling
and falling is like this
~ "Falling is Like This" by Ani Difranco
"You ain't goin'."
"Say that as many times as you like, it's not going to change my mind."
"You. Ain't. Going."
"You know, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you actually care about what happens to me."
Sawyer gaped and floundered at her insinuation. How was it she was always able to turn things around so that he was the one left reeling? No woman was supposed to be able to do that to him. He was supposed to do that to them. He was Sawyer, damnit! As if to add insult to injury, she was incredibly amused at his shock and awkwardness. He knew he had to come up with a come-back quick, or risk losing face altogether. Trouble was, he had no idea what to come back with. Instead, he just started talking, letting his mouth run, hoping the words coming out of it would form themselves into something that would make sense. It had worked for him before, after all, why not now?
Sawyer realized his mouth was hanging open and he snapped it shut before retorting.
"Well, then I guess it's a damned good thing you know better, ain't it?"
"Sure, whatever," she said sarcastically.
Damn this woman!
"Besides... that's not the point!" Sawyer insisted.
"Really? Then what is?"
"You don't even know what happened to the last guy who went a' huntin' with the likes of Elmer Fudd."
"You mean that guy Bob getting killed?"
"Boone. Wait. You know about that?"
"Yeah, Locke already told me whole story."
"Okay. Okay, well... well what about Michael?"
"What about him?"
"We both know what happened when Locke took Michael under his wing."
"Do I look like some vigilante willing to risk anyone's and everyone's lives for one person?"
"A little."
Ana Lucia sighed and Sawyer was convinced he had her pegged. His eyes glimmered with self-satisfaction and he didn't even try to suppress his smirk. His triumph was short-lived, though, when she immediately turned the tables back on him.
"Well, rest assured, I'm not going for the shooting lessons, and I haven't got any family here to protect. So why don't you tell me, Sawyer. What is this really about?"
"Man's got a right ta protect his piece of ass, don't he?" It was as close to the truth as he was willing to get, and not far from his ideas on property to distract her from what he was really saying.
She scoffed. "I'm not your anything!" It worked. "Besides, I don't see you offering to come along to protect anything."
Finally got her where I want her, Sawyer thought, annoyed that it had taken her so long to come around. "Would you let me?"
"Hell no!"
"Think ya don't need my protection? Well, where would you be now if I hadn't gotten to the hatch when I did a fortnight ago?" Did he just use the word "fortnight"? James, you gotta stop spending so much time with that damned limey, he scolded himself. He just hoped Ana Lucia wouldn't say anything. She didn't, but she did raise an eyebrow and he knew she was thinking fortnight? Sawyer was just realizing that the look on her face was almost worse than if she had said anything in the first place when she began speaking.
"You really think I need your protection?" Ana Lucia said, laughing at his suggestion as much as his unusual word choice. "Please. Besides. You'd be running your mouth off so much, you'd probably scare off all the game." It was Sawyer's turn to scoff. "Oh, c'mon!" Ana Lucia went on, challenging his look of determined disbelief. "It's what you do! Hell, it's what you're doing right now, isn't it? Talking simply for the sake of hearing your own voice."
God, he wanted to give her a piece of his mind. Just scream it all at her at the top of his lungs. But he knew the second he did was the second he'd prove her right. He knew she could see the struggle working itself behind his eyes. Torn between his desire to snap back at her and the pride he would take in proving her wrong, he settled on something that sounded like a growl, which only caused that maddening smirk of hers - the one he had realized a while ago she saved just for his benefit - to return and mock him in his defeat.
"Besides. You're not even really offering to come along, now are you?"
He rolled his eyes, still biting his tongue.
"Okay," she continued, leaving his answer unspoken. "So now that that's settled, I am off like a prom dress."
"Except that ya ain't."
Ana Lucia turned her gaze upward. "¡Ay, mami! ¿Por qué me echo e'a maldición de amor?"
"Your momma put a curse on ya? What, was it like, 'I hope when you have kids they're exactly like you'? I mean, that's the classic 'Mom Curse,' ain't it?"
She just looked at him annoyed. She wasn't even awed with his impressive grasp on her heavily accented Spanish.
"Do you see me with any kids?"
"No."
"Then I guess that wouldn't be the curse I'm talking about, now would it?"
Okay, maybe his Spanish wasn't that good. In fact, if he was honest with himself, the whole thing had come out of her mouth - ¿boca? - so fast, it sounded like one giant word. Well, if his Spanish wasn't as flawless as he had figured, it was her own damned fault; he was learning it from her, after all. Plus, her enunciation had been terrible. Nothing like when she was giving him lessons. Yes, it was definitely the native speaker's fault he couldn't understand her. But he was willing to let that slide. For now. "What curse then?"
She cast her eyes aside for a moment, as if considering whether or not to tell him anything. "I was once told that I'd end up falling for someone as stubborn as I am."
"Yeah, well, mine told me I'd fall for someone who wouldn't take any of my shit, so I guess we're even. Or... our mommas are even." Fuck, that was lame. And, now she's smirking at me again. "What?"
"So you're falling for me, eh?"
"I - WHAT?" Holy crap, what did I just let slip out? "No, that ain't what I... Hey, you said it first!"
"Yeah, but I was just testing you."
"You're infuriatin', you know that?"
"Takes one to know one."
He just growled again. Damn her police training! And suddenly, he realized. That was it. It had to be. The only reason she got under his skin the way she did while acting so cool and confident. It's how she had been taught to deal with criminals. Well, at least he had finally figured that out.
"Fine," he spat at her. "You still ain't goin' huntin' with Chrome Dome."
"And, you've managed to talk us into a circle, congratulations. Look, I just need some time away, that's all. Besides, we both know I need to brush up on my tracking skills."
Damnit, there she goes with that damned logic of hers!
"And if it makes you feel any better," Ana Lucia went on, "if I see any drug planes perched precariously on the edge of a cliff, I promise I'll have the good sense to keep out. Or at least send Vincent in first. Okay?"
Logic paired with sarcasm. Good, I was startin' to worry. It still ain't nothin' compared to what I can throw at her. He kept glowering at her, but she spoke before he could come up with something else to say.
"It's not personal, Sawyer," she informed him.
He was taken aback. "Personal? That ain't the issue! What the hell do you mean by personal - ya know what, never mind. You ain't going!"
"And I'll be back, safe and sound," Ana Lucia assured him.
It took him a second to realize that she had not only ignored his last comment, but was ending this conversation. Argument. Whatever. The point was, all of his usual tactics had been for naught. What was wrong with this woman that she wasn't convinced by his sheer words and good looks? Didn't she know that when he wanted her to do something, he meant it? And then, to top it all off, she went and got him to confess something that he hadn't even confessed to himself. Hell, it ain't even true. Not by a long shot.
"I promise." And with that, she moved toward him and planted a quick kiss on his cheek. Like it was nothing. Like it was typical. Like it happened all the time.
Holy shit. That seemed... sweet. Well, it would have been if it was anyone else. What the hell? Where does this chica get off pullin' something like that?
But the words never left his mouth. Instead, he just stared after her, dumbfounded at her sheer gall, as she sauntered off to meet with her new hunting buddy. He was almost too mystified to appreciate the view of her backside and swaying hips.
Almost.
Chapter 02: The Secrets that You Keep - Okay, Ana Lucia. Don't panic. Just calm down, she told herself. He was sleeping, right? Maybe this isn't what you think.
cross-posted to ana_lucia_fans, for_ana_lucia, lost_sana_fans, madhotjunglesex, missy42 & fanfiction.net.