[tm] 271 - a time you were sick
- Dharma Barracks, 1974 -
“Sonufabitch!”
Sawyer cursed as he stumbled and fell to one knee yet again in the middle of his front yard. It really wasn’t a big deal, just too many late nights and not enough decent meals making his bones feel hollow and his muscles rubbery. Nothing extreme…just enough to make him miss the same goddamn gopher hole twice in a row while hauling compost. Or…monster hole, or whatever passed for that shit on this rock.
As he straightened a little, his anger at himself abated just long enough to allow for a laugh at the irony…after all, who would’ve ever guessed that he, of all people, would end up being the guy to work himself to death?
“James?”
Glancing up, Sawyer narrowed his eyes a little…less at Juliet’s approaching figure and more at the fact he smiled without meaning to.
“Come t’ help me fertilize the primroses, Sunshine?” he quipped, slowly getting to his feet.
Watching her flash him that inscrutable, almost-there smile, he grew increasingly confused as she drew close without answering, then laid her hand against the side of his neck when she got close enough to reach for him.
“What the…”
Her hand moved instantly to his forehead, making him jerk away in understanding.
“You’re burning up.”
“It’s eight hundred degrees outside.” He snapped back.
“I warned you not to go out in the rain yesterday.”
“Yeah, you also told me you could handle that damn Jeep. I went out in the rain to help you, so stuff it.”
The eyes started working, cool and immovable as her smile was cordial and sweet. Bitch had balls the size of churchbells, and a nasty habit of using them without mercy to get her way.
“Someone’s gotta keep an eye on this madhouse joint, and if y’all think The Sixth Sense Kid can keep a damn thing in line…”
He trailed off as the feeling came over him. He fought it with all his might as she watched, getting more smug with each passing second Jesus Christ holy hell--
“Ah-CHOO!!...eh…ah-CHOO!!”
Juliet’s gaze hardened as her arm lifted, pointing at the house. “Bed. Now.”
“Gonna make it worth my while?” he returned while she began to shove him onward, making the question moot as he allowed himself to be herded inside. He had shit yet to do, and Horace was talking about putting him in Security, which was a hell of a sight better than Maintenance…
…but maybe it could wait a few days. After all, there were worse things than getting nursed back to health by a cute blonde, right?
Muse: James "Sawyer" Ford
Fandom: LOST
Words: 435
“Sonufabitch!”
Sawyer cursed as he stumbled and fell to one knee yet again in the middle of his front yard. It really wasn’t a big deal, just too many late nights and not enough decent meals making his bones feel hollow and his muscles rubbery. Nothing extreme…just enough to make him miss the same goddamn gopher hole twice in a row while hauling compost. Or…monster hole, or whatever passed for that shit on this rock.
As he straightened a little, his anger at himself abated just long enough to allow for a laugh at the irony…after all, who would’ve ever guessed that he, of all people, would end up being the guy to work himself to death?
“James?”
Glancing up, Sawyer narrowed his eyes a little…less at Juliet’s approaching figure and more at the fact he smiled without meaning to.
“Come t’ help me fertilize the primroses, Sunshine?” he quipped, slowly getting to his feet.
Watching her flash him that inscrutable, almost-there smile, he grew increasingly confused as she drew close without answering, then laid her hand against the side of his neck when she got close enough to reach for him.
“What the…”
Her hand moved instantly to his forehead, making him jerk away in understanding.
“You’re burning up.”
“It’s eight hundred degrees outside.” He snapped back.
“I warned you not to go out in the rain yesterday.”
“Yeah, you also told me you could handle that damn Jeep. I went out in the rain to help you, so stuff it.”
The eyes started working, cool and immovable as her smile was cordial and sweet. Bitch had balls the size of churchbells, and a nasty habit of using them without mercy to get her way.
“Someone’s gotta keep an eye on this madhouse joint, and if y’all think The Sixth Sense Kid can keep a damn thing in line…”
He trailed off as the feeling came over him. He fought it with all his might as she watched, getting more smug with each passing second Jesus Christ holy hell--
“Ah-CHOO!!...eh…ah-CHOO!!”
Juliet’s gaze hardened as her arm lifted, pointing at the house. “Bed. Now.”
“Gonna make it worth my while?” he returned while she began to shove him onward, making the question moot as he allowed himself to be herded inside. He had shit yet to do, and Horace was talking about putting him in Security, which was a hell of a sight better than Maintenance…
…but maybe it could wait a few days. After all, there were worse things than getting nursed back to health by a cute blonde, right?
Muse: James "Sawyer" Ford
Fandom: LOST
Words: 435