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Title: Karmic Payback
Fandom: Lost
Characters/Pairings: Sawyer, Michael
Word Count: 567
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: For
toestastegood
Summary: He spends a lot of time up on the hill overlooking the barracks, alone, away from the others. You can't see him unless you're looking for him. Sawyer's looking.
It’s karma that gets him in the end.
He gets a ride home in exchange for selling out people he called friends only to end up back here while some of their own flew off in the helicopter. Trading places.
Sawyer has the urge to tell him as much. Claire’s too nice, John doesn’t care, the others have no stake in it. Language barrier and a sense of manners keep Jin from ever really confronting him. Lucky for Sawyer he doesn’t have any of those problems.
Michael almost seems like he’s waiting for it.
He spends a lot of time up on the hill overlooking the barracks, alone, away from the others. You can’t see him unless you’re looking for him. Sawyer’s looking.
It’s very unceremonial. One minute he’s going about his business, the next he’s making his way up the hill, and taking a seat next to the man.
You can see everything from up here. He wonders why Michael would want to see them all. All the faces of people he royally screwed by leaving the first time. Seems like some kind of masochistic punishment to Sawyer, and he would be the expert on that type of thing.
He’s not sure what to say. It’s not that there’s nothing to say either. He’s got plenty he wants to say. Plenty he wants to shout and yell and blame because yes, he wanted to be here anyways, or he thought he did, but he doesn’t now, he’s restless now, and this is the one time he can’t blame himself, can’t bear the fact that he messed up once again, and this time it’s a game changer. There’s too much to say and only so little energy, fuel, with what to say it. For once time is not a factor.
Sawyer’s had a lot of time to think about this. It’s been a long time coming, this conversation. He’s got a lot of why’s and how’s he wants answered, but he isn’t sure he’s going to trust the answers. Michael’s already proven himself a liar. Then again, so has Sawyer.
Michael doesn’t say a word to him, doesn’t move, or acknowledge his presence. Like he said, waiting.
The question he ends up asking isn’t the one he planned on. “Why the hell’d you even come back?”
Now Michael looks at him, face blank. “You’re not the only one with a death wish.”
He thinks back to their conversation on the raft, right before everything turned to shit, what seems like a hundred years ago. You’re either a hero or you want to die, he’d said.
They’re certainly not heroes.
Part of him wonders if, in coming back here, Michael thought that this would be the way to go out. Not by his own hand, instead by the hands of those he’d wronged. But Jack and Kate and Hurley are all gone, and Sawyer hates him but he hates himself too. He’s taken the lives of too many people and he’s never had much of a taste for it.
Michael shot Ana-Lucia and Libby, and Sawyer’s got a comparison in his head that he doesn’t like.
They kill to survive.
Not to physically survive. Not really. It’s a different sense of the word.
It’s a horrible feeling that, in realizing they are alike in that regard, he comes to find out that he’s no better than Michael is.
Fandom: Lost
Characters/Pairings: Sawyer, Michael
Word Count: 567
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: For
toestastegood
Summary: He spends a lot of time up on the hill overlooking the barracks, alone, away from the others. You can't see him unless you're looking for him. Sawyer's looking.
It’s karma that gets him in the end.
He gets a ride home in exchange for selling out people he called friends only to end up back here while some of their own flew off in the helicopter. Trading places.
Sawyer has the urge to tell him as much. Claire’s too nice, John doesn’t care, the others have no stake in it. Language barrier and a sense of manners keep Jin from ever really confronting him. Lucky for Sawyer he doesn’t have any of those problems.
Michael almost seems like he’s waiting for it.
He spends a lot of time up on the hill overlooking the barracks, alone, away from the others. You can’t see him unless you’re looking for him. Sawyer’s looking.
It’s very unceremonial. One minute he’s going about his business, the next he’s making his way up the hill, and taking a seat next to the man.
You can see everything from up here. He wonders why Michael would want to see them all. All the faces of people he royally screwed by leaving the first time. Seems like some kind of masochistic punishment to Sawyer, and he would be the expert on that type of thing.
He’s not sure what to say. It’s not that there’s nothing to say either. He’s got plenty he wants to say. Plenty he wants to shout and yell and blame because yes, he wanted to be here anyways, or he thought he did, but he doesn’t now, he’s restless now, and this is the one time he can’t blame himself, can’t bear the fact that he messed up once again, and this time it’s a game changer. There’s too much to say and only so little energy, fuel, with what to say it. For once time is not a factor.
Sawyer’s had a lot of time to think about this. It’s been a long time coming, this conversation. He’s got a lot of why’s and how’s he wants answered, but he isn’t sure he’s going to trust the answers. Michael’s already proven himself a liar. Then again, so has Sawyer.
Michael doesn’t say a word to him, doesn’t move, or acknowledge his presence. Like he said, waiting.
The question he ends up asking isn’t the one he planned on. “Why the hell’d you even come back?”
Now Michael looks at him, face blank. “You’re not the only one with a death wish.”
He thinks back to their conversation on the raft, right before everything turned to shit, what seems like a hundred years ago. You’re either a hero or you want to die, he’d said.
They’re certainly not heroes.
Part of him wonders if, in coming back here, Michael thought that this would be the way to go out. Not by his own hand, instead by the hands of those he’d wronged. But Jack and Kate and Hurley are all gone, and Sawyer hates him but he hates himself too. He’s taken the lives of too many people and he’s never had much of a taste for it.
Michael shot Ana-Lucia and Libby, and Sawyer’s got a comparison in his head that he doesn’t like.
They kill to survive.
Not to physically survive. Not really. It’s a different sense of the word.
It’s a horrible feeling that, in realizing they are alike in that regard, he comes to find out that he’s no better than Michael is.