[TM] 267 - In Media Res
Sawyer was well aware that he was being stupid, but the shirt was the first thing that came to mind, and the safest target within reach until that pencil-necked physicist put his hands on him.
The problem wasn’t in inexperience, but too much. Starting small and working his way up, child to teenager to adult…parents, friends, lovers, fighting for solitude and failing at every turn. He was always betraying someone, always causing someone pain. Still, he collected people like a wet sock collecting grime on the laundry room floor.
He got too damn comfortable, too damn safe. One split second fresh from the water, clean and finally bathed in the warmth of the sun for the first time in too many years. It felt good to do the right thing, to not mess it up for once. It was a heartbeat of fresh air in his lungs and the first time he realized how good the warm sand felt against wet, bare skin.
Banging on the door to the Hatch, he saw the smoke again and felt the world crash down on his head. He would have been okay if he hadn’t relaxed and let himself believe. He could have survived it if he hadn’t thought of her, jumped for her, given a good goddamn about…
"Everybody I care about just blew up on your damn boat."
In the past, he was consumed by his present, a slave to the deaths that now hung on his soul. They were heavy, and the hooks they dangled from hurt like hell.
The confession was the only drop of blood he allowed to spring from the fresh wound before he turned away from Faraday and headed back into the jungle…back into the harsh and unforgiving currents of time.
Muse: James "Sawyer" Ford
Fandom: LOST
Words: 296
The problem wasn’t in inexperience, but too much. Starting small and working his way up, child to teenager to adult…parents, friends, lovers, fighting for solitude and failing at every turn. He was always betraying someone, always causing someone pain. Still, he collected people like a wet sock collecting grime on the laundry room floor.
He got too damn comfortable, too damn safe. One split second fresh from the water, clean and finally bathed in the warmth of the sun for the first time in too many years. It felt good to do the right thing, to not mess it up for once. It was a heartbeat of fresh air in his lungs and the first time he realized how good the warm sand felt against wet, bare skin.
Banging on the door to the Hatch, he saw the smoke again and felt the world crash down on his head. He would have been okay if he hadn’t relaxed and let himself believe. He could have survived it if he hadn’t thought of her, jumped for her, given a good goddamn about…
"Everybody I care about just blew up on your damn boat."
In the past, he was consumed by his present, a slave to the deaths that now hung on his soul. They were heavy, and the hooks they dangled from hurt like hell.
The confession was the only drop of blood he allowed to spring from the fresh wound before he turned away from Faraday and headed back into the jungle…back into the harsh and unforgiving currents of time.
Muse: James "Sawyer" Ford
Fandom: LOST
Words: 296