Lost: Charlie Pace/Sawyer Ford
Title: You All Everybody
Fandom: Lost
Pairing: Charlie/Sawyer
Rating: PG
Theme: Music
Words: 239
Summary: Sawyer complains about the noise.
Warnings: Language warning. Set at some point in season 2 or 3.
"What the hell is that sound?!" Sawyer complains loudly, as usual, walking down to where Charlie was working on his guitar.
"It's music" Charlie replies in defense. "Perhaps you've heard of it..."
"It's crap" he corrects him. "Still can't figure out how you landed that one hit."
"I don't have to bloody sit here and take shit from you, Sawyer" Charlie puts the guitar down and faces him.
"Oh, really?" Sawyer grins, amused. "What are you gonna do, little man? Last I checked, you were as low in the island popularity polls as I was."
Charlie mumbles something he didn't understand, which only amuses him furter.
"I'm sorry, couldn't quite catch that."
"I said that we're not. I went through a bad streak, and I'm recovering. You're just a wanker."
"Ain't that the truth? And yet, here you are, all alone with no one but me for company" Sawyer gets closer to him, satisfaction growing on him as Charlie looked more somber. "Maybe you're not as good as you believe as well. Maybe you're just a jerk like me..."
Sawyer grins smugly once again, turns around and walks away. Like he intended, his words stook with Charlie. But the outcome was probably the inverse of what he intended.
Charlie did not deny then that he was like Sawyer. However, unlike him, he decided to actually change that attitude.
He hoped, maybe, one day Sawyer could think that way too.
Fandom: Lost
Pairing: Charlie/Sawyer
Rating: PG
Theme: Music
Words: 239
Summary: Sawyer complains about the noise.
Warnings: Language warning. Set at some point in season 2 or 3.
"What the hell is that sound?!" Sawyer complains loudly, as usual, walking down to where Charlie was working on his guitar.
"It's music" Charlie replies in defense. "Perhaps you've heard of it..."
"It's crap" he corrects him. "Still can't figure out how you landed that one hit."
"I don't have to bloody sit here and take shit from you, Sawyer" Charlie puts the guitar down and faces him.
"Oh, really?" Sawyer grins, amused. "What are you gonna do, little man? Last I checked, you were as low in the island popularity polls as I was."
Charlie mumbles something he didn't understand, which only amuses him furter.
"I'm sorry, couldn't quite catch that."
"I said that we're not. I went through a bad streak, and I'm recovering. You're just a wanker."
"Ain't that the truth? And yet, here you are, all alone with no one but me for company" Sawyer gets closer to him, satisfaction growing on him as Charlie looked more somber. "Maybe you're not as good as you believe as well. Maybe you're just a jerk like me..."
Sawyer grins smugly once again, turns around and walks away. Like he intended, his words stook with Charlie. But the outcome was probably the inverse of what he intended.
Charlie did not deny then that he was like Sawyer. However, unlike him, he decided to actually change that attitude.
He hoped, maybe, one day Sawyer could think that way too.