Written for the
lostsquee 2010 drabble challenge (
original appearance) in response to the prompt ease. Dharma era Sawyer/Juliet.
A Moment
He settled into the couch, relaxing. Thinking about the words embroidered on his Dharmaralls made him laugh; sometimes he felt he'd burst with the effort of holding it all inside. If they really knew the man they'd selected to protect their little island suburbia, their eyes would bug out. But he was good at the job, took it seriously (mostly), and had to admit that honest work wasn't half bad.
Kitchen chores finished, Juliet put the vase on the coffee table before snuggling against his side.
"Thanks."
"For the flower?"
She closed her eyes, smiling. "For talking me into staying."
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