Sawyer walks in the door balancing a small stack of paper carefully in one hand and carrying a bag of groceries in the other.

... and immediately trips over Duke. The dog and the man glare at each other as if the other is to blame.

Sawyer's sitting on the couch reading the TV Guide (and deciding whether or not to watch Party of Five reruns) while Duke and Peony nap on his legs.

It's a hard life.

He lies in the bed trying to catch his breath. His shoulder isn't throbbing now, but that's mostly the endorphines working. Sawyer smiles and glances over at Claire. "Best medicine I know."

Memories vaguely invade his dreams ( Read more... )

1. It's significant to note that the majority of Sawyer's friends (actual friends) in the bar are female. This is a fairly new, and positive, development for him. He never had too many friends, but those he did have were always mostly male. He's always been able to attract females to him, but he's also had some serious woman issues that kept ( Read more... )

Sawyer sits stretched out on his bed smoking. He normally doesn't smoke in his bedroom because the smell permeates everything there (and stays), but he does allow himself the occasional cigarette there now and then.

Jin has been ushered out of the room and his bedroll kicked under the bed. The room has been cleaned and one of the nightstands converted to small table. There's a bottle of wine and a serving plate holding a fancy French chicken dish he can't remember the name of. Sawyer has shaved, showered, and dressed.

Now comes the waiting.

Even as he stands there on the raft with Jin, Michael, and Walt, Sawyer is surprised to have come across a boat this quick. He isn't too worried about it, though; as far as he's concerned, it still didn't come quick enough ( Read more... )

He has to get off this island. HAS to. Get away from that fucking door to that fucking bar. So, Sawyer does something he usually wouldn't ( Read more... )

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