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Summary: Jack was no religious man, but he would have been willing to get down on his knees and pray that he found the other safe and sound, had the ground not been so muddy or his faith so shredded. SawyerJack pairing.
The rain kept hammering into the ground as he ran onwards, slipping and sliding in puddles of water and mud. His clothes were soaked through, and he was quite sure he’d never been so cold in several places that by all the laws of nature should never be that cold. Or numb. Or both. The camp, both the caves and the beach, were miles away now, and it was already beginning to grow dark. Where was he? And more importantly, where was he?
‘Sawyer!’
There, in between two rather large rocks with big leaves and plants to shield of the rain from above sat a man in the middle of a clearing, seemingly worriless about all the trouble he had stirred up that morning.
‘Hey! Sawyer!’ Finally, the man looked up at him, eyes darkening at the sight of Jack.
‘Aw, didn’t know you cared, doc.’
‘Answer me.’
‘I,’ said Sawyer snapped at him, ‘was only out strolling on a nice little walk when I was caught in a rainstorm and took cover. You’re the idiot who went running around in it. You’re the one still standing out in it.’
Jack scowled.
’Well, let’s take care of that then,’ he said, noticing that there was still some room in the shelter, ‘scoot over.’
‘No.’
‘Please?’
‘Nu-uh.’
‘Damn you,’ he said and pushed the other man out of the way and seated himself. Sawyer merely grumbled and began bitching at him for intruding.
‘Listen… I’m really sorry. Really. I didn’t mean those things I said back in the caves. And I’m sorry for yelling at you. You didn’t deserve that.’
‘U-hu.’ Sawyer turned away from him. Apparently, the bastard wasn’t going to let him off the hook without a fight.
‘For crying out loud, what else do you want from me? I’ve apologised, what do I need to –‘
‘-Yeah, you go say sorry, and everything is back to good, is it? Well guess what, jackass, it ain’t, and I am not going to sit here and –‘
‘Oh yeah, what are you going to do? Walk off? Last I checked, it was raining polar bears cubs and baby dragons out there.’
‘Humpf.’
‘Oh yeah, real mature. Yeah, go give me the humpf-treatment.’
‘Humpf.’
‘Jerk.’
‘Humpf.’
When Jack looked up at him and extended a hand to touch his mostly dry, stubble-rough cheek he finally fell silent.
‘I am sorry. I mean it. You’re not useless. And I do care about you. Why else would I be running around like a headless chicken in the rain to find you? I’m sorry.’
Sawyer leaned in and kissed him quickly.
‘I know.’
‘Yeah?’
‘Yeah.’
It was still raining, but the lightning had passed on the other side of the island and Jack was resting his head on Sawyers shoulder, his back pressed into Sawyers front. Sawyer’s arms were coiled loosely around his upper half. He didn’t know why they kept having these stupid fights. After all, it wasn’t as if they hated each other. Or at least, he didn’t hate Sawyer and he hoped Sawyer didn’t hate him.
Jack had gotten up early to check on Michael, who had hit his head quite badly the night before. Sawyer was still sound asleep (Jack had had to roll him off himself and wrestle out the steel grip the other had on him), lightly snoring. Once outside he bumped into Kate.
‘Hi. You’re up early. What’s up?’
‘Nothing. Just couldn’t sleep. You?’
‘Just checking on Michael, that’s all.’
‘Right…’ She’d looked away, then glanced up at him again and stepped closer. When she yanked him down by the nape of his shirt and kissed him, he was bewildered to say the least.
Jack finally ripper free of her, and pushed her away slightly. He took a deep breath, and said:
‘Listen. We can’t do this, all right?’
There was no doubt that Kate had been hurt. She had looked embarrassed, and had mumbled an apology before walking away. He had continued on his way to the infirmary, worry and guilt heavy on his shoulders.
As he was about to go back to the cave, he was surprised to find Sawyer standing in his way.
‘So, is that a habit you have? Going around kissing people while I’m asleep?’ Shit.
‘What? No… Damn. Listen, Sawyer… It was nothing. Really.’
‘Nothing? I saw you! That was not nothing! She had her fucking tongue down your throat!’
They were yelling. People were waking up now, wondering what was going on probably believing Sawyer had done something again, as that was the main reason Jack and Sawyer flew in each others throats so often. But this time it got ugly, because both had become so very angry and lashed out at each other the best they could.
‘Who are you to judge,’ he yelled, and grabbed a hold on Sawyers shirt with his fist, ‘you’re the one useless here! All you ever do, is sit still and watch everyone else around you do all the work, before you criticize them and steal from them!’
‘Oh well, shoot me for thinking you gave a damn!’
‘I don’t. I don’t care what happens to you, because whatever it is, it will be a relief to us all.’
Sawyer looked like he’d been struck, and suddenly Jack realised what he’d said. He froze, and before he could utter any kind of apology, Sawyer turned on his heel and marched away.
That had been the last he’d seen of him that morning. But as midday came and went and nobody had seen him since, he was worried that something might have happened. All around him, Jack had people who desperately tried to get his attention and his decisions; what to do with the lack of fruit in the area, how to stop animals from eating out of Sun’s garden, who was to be next on hatch-watch. Though, some of the others were beginning to worry as well, and they blamed Jack for Sawyers disappearance. After all, he was the one yelling at the man minutes before he disappeared. Soon they began searching, at first near both camps, then in a wider radius.
Jack had set off to find him himself. He ran through the jungle, stumbling over fallen tree trunks, around luring holes in the ground and past ravines. He charged through bushes and high grass. Then came the rain. However difficult it had been manoeuvring in the sun, it was far worse now. Everything was wet, the trees begun looking like people (like Sawyer), and why wasn’t he able to find the man? Jack was no religious man, but he would have been willing to get down on his knees and pray that he found the other safe and sound, had the ground not been so muddy or his faith so shredded.
Sawyer shifted slightly, leaving Jack in a tiny bit uncomfortable position.
‘Yeah. I was just upset. But I know,’ he said.
‘Good.’
And with that the rain stopped just as fast as it had begun some hours earlier.
Jack turned in Sawyers lap, straddling him. He said, him hands on either side of Sawyers face, ‘We ought to get back.’
‘Yeah.’
Instead he leaned in and kissed him. The sound of a twig snapping mad them jump apart just in time as a very wet Charlie came stumbling into the clearing.
‘Hey, you two!’
‘Charlie? What are you doing her-‘
‘Locke organized another search party to find you, Jack. I swear the whole bloody camp is looking for you at the moment. And you of course,’ he added and looked apologetic at Sawyer. ‘I’m going to be such a hero when I bring in both of you guys!’
He set off again, just throwing a look over his shoulder signalising for them to follow him.
‘We’ll be back just in time for dinner. You’ll never guess what they’ve got waiting for us today.’
‘What?’
‘Boar,’ he called back at them chuckling, and picked up his pace.