Fic: Fun and Games (Jack/Sawyer)
Title: Fun and Games
Rating: PG
Summary: “Embarrassing, isn’t it? Someone bein’ better than you at something without even tryin’.”
Disclaimer: I do not own Lost. At all. I wish but alas...
Author's Note: For inthekeyofd, for the luau at lostsquee. She wanted black and white. This probably wasn't what she had in mind.
“I hate this game.”
“You only hate it ‘cause you’re losin’.”
“You’re never even played before.”
“Embarrassing, isn’t it? Someone bein’ better than you at something without even tryin’.”
“It’s your move, Sawyer.”
“Oh, right.”
“Damn it!”
“I believe that’s check.”
“You could enjoy this a little less.”
“Oh, I see how it works. When you’re winnin’ hand after hand at poker, and kicking my ass all over the ping-pong table, you get to gloat to your heart’s content, but I gotta sit here and be a gracious winner? You know me at all, doc?”
“The game isn’t over yet, Sawyer.”
“Yeah. I’d like to see you pull a win outta your ass.”
“Will you just be quiet. I can’t think.”
“Sure doc. You do that.”
…
…
“Will you move already?”
“I’m still thinking!”
“Fine. I’m gonna go get a beer.”
…
“Well?”
“It’s your move.”
“Yeah, I’m bored with this. Why don’t we just watch a movie, or something.”
“Sawyer, we’ve been playing for over an hour!”
“So? It’s just a game, Jack. It ain’t life or death. Come on.”
“Yeah, okay, fine. I guess.”
“Good. Pop some popcorn or somethin’. I’ll set up the DVD player.”
“I think I got out of that corner, though.”
“Game’s over, Jack.”
“Yeah, okay. I’m going.”
…
“Checkmate, doc. Hell of a game, though.”
Rating: PG
Summary: “Embarrassing, isn’t it? Someone bein’ better than you at something without even tryin’.”
Disclaimer: I do not own Lost. At all. I wish but alas...
Author's Note: For inthekeyofd, for the luau at lostsquee. She wanted black and white. This probably wasn't what she had in mind.
“I hate this game.”
“You only hate it ‘cause you’re losin’.”
“You’re never even played before.”
“Embarrassing, isn’t it? Someone bein’ better than you at something without even tryin’.”
“It’s your move, Sawyer.”
“Oh, right.”
“Damn it!”
“I believe that’s check.”
“You could enjoy this a little less.”
“Oh, I see how it works. When you’re winnin’ hand after hand at poker, and kicking my ass all over the ping-pong table, you get to gloat to your heart’s content, but I gotta sit here and be a gracious winner? You know me at all, doc?”
“The game isn’t over yet, Sawyer.”
“Yeah. I’d like to see you pull a win outta your ass.”
“Will you just be quiet. I can’t think.”
“Sure doc. You do that.”
…
…
“Will you move already?”
“I’m still thinking!”
“Fine. I’m gonna go get a beer.”
…
“Well?”
“It’s your move.”
“Yeah, I’m bored with this. Why don’t we just watch a movie, or something.”
“Sawyer, we’ve been playing for over an hour!”
“So? It’s just a game, Jack. It ain’t life or death. Come on.”
“Yeah, okay, fine. I guess.”
“Good. Pop some popcorn or somethin’. I’ll set up the DVD player.”
“I think I got out of that corner, though.”
“Game’s over, Jack.”
“Yeah, okay. I’m going.”
…
“Checkmate, doc. Hell of a game, though.”