Nicknames used by Sawyer:
Charlie: Chuck, hobbit
Claire: Angel
Boone: Metro
Shannon: Sticks
Jaina: Princess
Eris: Sunshine
Meg: Squeaky
Indy: Doc
Faith: Jugs
Isabel: Jiggles
Alanna: Red
Ace: Patches
Tahiri: Barbie
Bernard: Rooster
Asar-Suti: Barney
Richard: Scotty
Chase: Buzz
Nathan: Sprewell
Adam/Felicia: Sparkles

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Sawyer pushes open the door to Claire's room and hurries inside, laying her on her bed. He turns to leave, saying, "I'll go find a doctor or something."

Sawyer steps out into sand and blinding sun. There are still a few remains from his outing with Jaina by the door, but otherwise the stretch of beach is deserted. He pulls the gun out of his waistband and turns to Charlie as the latter follows him out. "Should we bother checking at the camp?"

He walks through the parking lot whistling a tune. It's Elvis Presley's "I Can't Help Falling In Love With You". As he nears the end of the row, his pickup truck comes into view. He has a moment where he wonders why his truck is pink, but the moment quickly passes. Sliding into the driver's seat, he cranks the vehicle up and and turns around to ( Read more... )

Sawyer walks in his room and peels down to his underwear. Pajamas are for chumps. He climbs into bed and turns off the lamp beside his bed.

A minute later, he climbs back out of bed and walks to the door. He double-checks that it's unlocked in case Claire decides to come spend the night. Satisfied, he falls back into bed and drifts off.

A freshly showered Sawyer is wandering around his room dress just in his jeans. He's looking for a clean shirt and not having a whole lot of luck.

Sawyer sits in his room having just come back upstairs from a brief visit to the bar. He's a little unnerved at the idea of Tim the zombie, but then again he doesn't exactly trust anything that comes out of Tim's mouth.

Damn bar.

On his way out the door to head down to the bar, Sawyer tapes the letter from Jaina on the top right corner of his mirror. It wouldn't hurt to be reminded every so often.

... well, it might hurt, but it's still a good idea.

Sawyer ( Read more... )

Most folks would have the sense to come in out of the rain. Sawyer isn't most folks.

I cause trouble, princess, wherever I go.

He stands under a tree watching the raindrops on the surface of the lake and smokes his cigarette. He feels like shit, and only part of that is because of the hangover.

Sometimes I look for the trouble; sometimes it ( Read more... )

The beach is empty except for a slightly tattered blanket and a couple of make-shift seats. The sun hangs just above the horizon, about fifteen minutes away from setting. The door stands in the sand, hinges hanging on thin air. It's through this door that Sawyer steps, looking left and right to make sure they are, in fact, alone and that no ( Read more... )