LOST: Boone/Sawyer
Title: Hit the Beach
Author: ficklemuse
Characters: Boone Carlyle/James ‘Sawyer’ Ford
Prompt: 032. Sunset
Word Count: 1,191
Rating: PG
Author’s Notes: This is part of a whole series of short fics for the
slash100 community.
Other parts, my table of prompts and the order to read them in can be found here:
Look Here
032. Sunset
“What kind of fresh hell is this?” Sawyer came up the path to his and Boone’s house to find Shannon already there with a bag of crap and she was hauling it to their place. “Oh no. Hold up there Beach Blanket Barbie! Where do you think you’re taking that?”
“I’m staying with Boone.” Shannon opened the gate in front of the hut. “He said I could.”
“Oh Sweetness! Sweetness get your ass out here I’m about to make you an only child!”
Boone appeared and pat Shannon’s shoulder in passing. “Sawyer…”
“No!”
“Look, it’s just for the night. Shannon and Sayid had a big fight and she just needs to cool off. I promise, I’ll talk to her and she’ll go back to the beach in the morning.”
“No.”
“It’s just one night.”
“Don’t care.” Sawyer whistled at Shannon. “Excuse me, I said ‘no’!”
“Yeah, I heard. You said it loud enough.”
“Then why are you still putting your crap in my house?”
“Because I know how this is going to go. You’re going to huff and you’re going to puff and then Boone will bat his eyelashes and you’ll give in because you’re like the single most whipped man on this island and possibly the world…” Shannon tilted her head to one side. “Of course I’ll have to research that once we get back to the real world but I’m pretty sure it’s true.” She ducked inside the house.
“Boone…”
“Just one night. I promise. If she doesn’t go back to Sayid first thing in the morning I’ll kick her out myself.” Boone wrapped an arm around Sawyer’s waist. “Please? Shan’s just having a hard time.”
“What’s in it for me?” Sawyer grumbled. He might be going a little soft over the kid but that didn’t mean he was going to be a pushover.
A slow, beautiful smile crossed Boone’s face and he leaned into Sawyer and pressed his lips against Sawyer’s ear. He whispered for several minutes, his face flushing and fingers rubbing over Sawyer’s chest.
Sawyer swallowed several times and rested his hand on Boone’s hip. “Yeah?” He finally managed to croak out.
“Yeah.”
“Shit.” Sawyer sighed. “Fine. Get me a bottle of booze and one of the sleeping bags. There’s no way I’m sleeping on the beach without some alcoholic consolation.” He rolled his eyes at Boone’s beatific smile and a small voice in the back of his head - that sounded disturbingly like Shannon - murmured ‘pushover’.
Sawyer weaved in between the different fires on the beach. Michael and Sun sat silently near her tent. Michael looked like the inner circle of hell since Walt’s kidnapping and Sun didn’t look much better since Jin’s death. Just seeing the two of them made Sawyer feel sick. He made a mental note to offer to go out and help Michael look for the kid in the morning. Hurley, Charlie, Claire and Kate were all laughing at something the new blonde chick- Libby had said. He gave Kate a half wave on his way past. Rose andher old man gave him a smile when he moved past their tent. In spite of the warm welcome, he felt strangely exposed on the beach after the relative protection of the caves. Eventually he found who he was looking for. “Ya know, it’s got to be hard on the old ego when your old lady had to come crying to another guy for a place to stay.” Sawyer plunked down in front of Sayid’s fire and got the first hit in.
“Oh yes Sawyer. I am deeply shamed.” Sayid replied serenely. “Would you like some dinner or are you simply here to insult me?”
Sawyer shrugged. “A little of both. You wanna tell me what you did that made it so Princess had to oust me from my own bed tonight?”
“Not particularly.” Sayid answered. He held out a banana leaf with fish on it. “Here.”
“Hey Sayid. I brought you a new bandage for your hand.” Jack appeared and noted Sawyer’s presence with a little smirk. “What are you doing here Sawyer?”
“Can’t a guy just want to visit his friends down here in Kokomo?” Sawyer huffed and cracked open the bottle of whisky beside him.
“Shannon and Boone threw him out.” Sayid snickered and offered Jack some fish as well. “Thank you for the bandage.”
“Nobody threw me outta anywhere Ali.” Sawyer grumbled around a mouthful.
“That’s not what Shannon’s telling everyone at the caves.” Jack chuckled. “She said something about Boone playing you like a scruffy violin.”
“Oh, that’s real sporting. Two against one.” Sawyer swung the bottle of whisky by the neck. “That kind of talk ain’t gonna wet your whistle.” He could see Jack practically lick his lips. “How bout we work out some sort of trade? Whatcha got in that little man purse of yours Doc?”
Jack sighed. “Come on Sawyer, you know I can’t trade you for medical supplies. They’re not mine.” He scowled. “And it’s a backpack - not a purse.”
“You just keep telling yourself that Doc. If we had a deck of cards we could make a game of it.”
Sayid jumped up and ran into his tent, emerging with a worn deck of playing cards. “It just so happens Sawyer I have cards.”
“You want to play poker?”
“I have very little to offer in the way of goods - but I do have several useful skills.”
“And what would you want?” Sawyer could use some of Sayid’s technical voodoo to get one of the iPods he found working again.
“I need more wood. You have a machete and a strong back…” Sayid moved to a small overturned crate and started to shuffle. “Are you playing Jack?”
“Now, don’t go getting too eager. Doc’s got to have something to ante up.”
Jack reached into his backpack and pulled out three books. “Anna Karenina, Paradise Lost, and Lolita.”
Sawyer’s eyes bulged. “Hey! Where’d you get those?” He knew every book on the island intimately and he’d never seen them before.
Jack shrugged. “I stole them from the hatch.”
“WHAT?! You can’t do that!”
Jack’s lips quirked. “That’s your problem Sawyer. You’re still back in civilization. I’m in the wild.” He said parroting Sawyer’s own words back to him.
Sawyer grunted. “Everybody’s a smartass. Well put your books where your mouth is.”
A dozen hands of Texas Hold ‘Em later and Sayid would be getting wood floors for his tent, Jack had won too many of Sawyer’s remaining medical supplies but they were small victories compared to the two brand new books in Sawyer’s possession. They were the last ones on the beach still awake.
Sayid noticed it first and came to his feet, his eyes squinting against the darkness. “Do you hear that?”
Jack and Sawyer jumped up and looked out at the water which was dark and roiling with more than just the waves.
Sayid dived for his tent and came out with the suitcase of guns as the submarine surfaced and a dozen strangers climbed out and started running onto the beach firing.
Author: ficklemuse
Characters: Boone Carlyle/James ‘Sawyer’ Ford
Prompt: 032. Sunset
Word Count: 1,191
Rating: PG
Author’s Notes: This is part of a whole series of short fics for the
slash100 community.
Other parts, my table of prompts and the order to read them in can be found here:
Look Here
032. Sunset
“What kind of fresh hell is this?” Sawyer came up the path to his and Boone’s house to find Shannon already there with a bag of crap and she was hauling it to their place. “Oh no. Hold up there Beach Blanket Barbie! Where do you think you’re taking that?”
“I’m staying with Boone.” Shannon opened the gate in front of the hut. “He said I could.”
“Oh Sweetness! Sweetness get your ass out here I’m about to make you an only child!”
Boone appeared and pat Shannon’s shoulder in passing. “Sawyer…”
“No!”
“Look, it’s just for the night. Shannon and Sayid had a big fight and she just needs to cool off. I promise, I’ll talk to her and she’ll go back to the beach in the morning.”
“No.”
“It’s just one night.”
“Don’t care.” Sawyer whistled at Shannon. “Excuse me, I said ‘no’!”
“Yeah, I heard. You said it loud enough.”
“Then why are you still putting your crap in my house?”
“Because I know how this is going to go. You’re going to huff and you’re going to puff and then Boone will bat his eyelashes and you’ll give in because you’re like the single most whipped man on this island and possibly the world…” Shannon tilted her head to one side. “Of course I’ll have to research that once we get back to the real world but I’m pretty sure it’s true.” She ducked inside the house.
“Boone…”
“Just one night. I promise. If she doesn’t go back to Sayid first thing in the morning I’ll kick her out myself.” Boone wrapped an arm around Sawyer’s waist. “Please? Shan’s just having a hard time.”
“What’s in it for me?” Sawyer grumbled. He might be going a little soft over the kid but that didn’t mean he was going to be a pushover.
A slow, beautiful smile crossed Boone’s face and he leaned into Sawyer and pressed his lips against Sawyer’s ear. He whispered for several minutes, his face flushing and fingers rubbing over Sawyer’s chest.
Sawyer swallowed several times and rested his hand on Boone’s hip. “Yeah?” He finally managed to croak out.
“Yeah.”
“Shit.” Sawyer sighed. “Fine. Get me a bottle of booze and one of the sleeping bags. There’s no way I’m sleeping on the beach without some alcoholic consolation.” He rolled his eyes at Boone’s beatific smile and a small voice in the back of his head - that sounded disturbingly like Shannon - murmured ‘pushover’.
Sawyer weaved in between the different fires on the beach. Michael and Sun sat silently near her tent. Michael looked like the inner circle of hell since Walt’s kidnapping and Sun didn’t look much better since Jin’s death. Just seeing the two of them made Sawyer feel sick. He made a mental note to offer to go out and help Michael look for the kid in the morning. Hurley, Charlie, Claire and Kate were all laughing at something the new blonde chick- Libby had said. He gave Kate a half wave on his way past. Rose andher old man gave him a smile when he moved past their tent. In spite of the warm welcome, he felt strangely exposed on the beach after the relative protection of the caves. Eventually he found who he was looking for. “Ya know, it’s got to be hard on the old ego when your old lady had to come crying to another guy for a place to stay.” Sawyer plunked down in front of Sayid’s fire and got the first hit in.
“Oh yes Sawyer. I am deeply shamed.” Sayid replied serenely. “Would you like some dinner or are you simply here to insult me?”
Sawyer shrugged. “A little of both. You wanna tell me what you did that made it so Princess had to oust me from my own bed tonight?”
“Not particularly.” Sayid answered. He held out a banana leaf with fish on it. “Here.”
“Hey Sayid. I brought you a new bandage for your hand.” Jack appeared and noted Sawyer’s presence with a little smirk. “What are you doing here Sawyer?”
“Can’t a guy just want to visit his friends down here in Kokomo?” Sawyer huffed and cracked open the bottle of whisky beside him.
“Shannon and Boone threw him out.” Sayid snickered and offered Jack some fish as well. “Thank you for the bandage.”
“Nobody threw me outta anywhere Ali.” Sawyer grumbled around a mouthful.
“That’s not what Shannon’s telling everyone at the caves.” Jack chuckled. “She said something about Boone playing you like a scruffy violin.”
“Oh, that’s real sporting. Two against one.” Sawyer swung the bottle of whisky by the neck. “That kind of talk ain’t gonna wet your whistle.” He could see Jack practically lick his lips. “How bout we work out some sort of trade? Whatcha got in that little man purse of yours Doc?”
Jack sighed. “Come on Sawyer, you know I can’t trade you for medical supplies. They’re not mine.” He scowled. “And it’s a backpack - not a purse.”
“You just keep telling yourself that Doc. If we had a deck of cards we could make a game of it.”
Sayid jumped up and ran into his tent, emerging with a worn deck of playing cards. “It just so happens Sawyer I have cards.”
“You want to play poker?”
“I have very little to offer in the way of goods - but I do have several useful skills.”
“And what would you want?” Sawyer could use some of Sayid’s technical voodoo to get one of the iPods he found working again.
“I need more wood. You have a machete and a strong back…” Sayid moved to a small overturned crate and started to shuffle. “Are you playing Jack?”
“Now, don’t go getting too eager. Doc’s got to have something to ante up.”
Jack reached into his backpack and pulled out three books. “Anna Karenina, Paradise Lost, and Lolita.”
Sawyer’s eyes bulged. “Hey! Where’d you get those?” He knew every book on the island intimately and he’d never seen them before.
Jack shrugged. “I stole them from the hatch.”
“WHAT?! You can’t do that!”
Jack’s lips quirked. “That’s your problem Sawyer. You’re still back in civilization. I’m in the wild.” He said parroting Sawyer’s own words back to him.
Sawyer grunted. “Everybody’s a smartass. Well put your books where your mouth is.”
A dozen hands of Texas Hold ‘Em later and Sayid would be getting wood floors for his tent, Jack had won too many of Sawyer’s remaining medical supplies but they were small victories compared to the two brand new books in Sawyer’s possession. They were the last ones on the beach still awake.
Sayid noticed it first and came to his feet, his eyes squinting against the darkness. “Do you hear that?”
Jack and Sawyer jumped up and looked out at the water which was dark and roiling with more than just the waves.
Sayid dived for his tent and came out with the suitcase of guns as the submarine surfaced and a dozen strangers climbed out and started running onto the beach firing.