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Fire
Chapter 1
Sawyer and Miles were stuck on the overnight shift and had been for the past week. They were currently doing their nightly patrols along the pylons of the sonic fence.
"How'd we get stuck doin' graveyards while Jin gets the cushy nine-to-fives?" Miles whined as they walked back towards the jeep.
Sawyer rolled his eyes. It wasn't the first time he'd heard that question from Miles and every time he thought he'd heard the last of it the words spilled out of the Asian's mouth again. "I already told you. Horace thought it would be a good idea to rotate shifts. We've only got another week of this and then it'll be Jin's turn."
"Well it's stupid." Miles replied. "Jerry likes working over nights and he's doing mornings now. Our schedule was fine before. Why's Horace gotta stick his nose in our stuff?"
"Cuz we ain't got a head of security right now. Or do you not remember watching him get shot by hostiles?" He looked to Miles who said nothing. "I hear Horace is gonna pick a new one soon though. Maybe things will change then."
The two men reached the jeep and dropped their rifles into the back. Sawyer climbed into the driver's seat.
"If we get stuck with Radzinsky or Phil for a head I'm jumpin' off the nearest cliff." Miles exclaimed as he took his place in the passenger seat.
Sawyer chuckled as he started the vehicle. "You know what? Maybe it'll be you so we won't have ta listen to ya complain about the schedule anymore."
"That would be nice, wouldn't it?" Miles leaned his head back against the seat imagining what it would be like to make his own schedule and boss around not only Phil and Radzinsky, but Sawyer, too.
Sawyer pointed the jeep in the direction of the barracks and started driving.
They'd been in Dharmaville for nearly six months. The guys all shared a house while Juliet had her own not far away. All in all they were doing well and were content with their new lives. They spend most of their free time together, usually at Juliet's house. She kept her place a lot cleaner than the guys did. Jin simply couldn't always keep up with Miles and Sawyer's messes.
Jin missed Sun terribly, but found comfort in knowing she was finally off the island, presumably with their child. Like Jin, Juliet longed for her sister, but somehow being in the 70's made it all a little easier. This time there really was nothing she could do about her situation. Before all she'd wanted was to get off the island. Now even doing that wouldn't get her back to her sister. She knew she was losing hope of ever seeing her again, but she felt better knowing she'd done all she could to get back to her.
Jin, Juliet, Miles, and Sawyer were all becoming good friends and knew they could count on each other. Jin's English had already improved dramatically thanks to Juliet's help.
Juliet liked to remind Sawyer on occasion that his current house would one day be occupied by Ethan Rom, the fake beach crash survivor and kidnapper. She'd discovered that it creeped him out so she made sure to remind him of it every time he got on her nerves. When asked who one day would have her house Juliet discovered she didn't remember it being there in 2004.
Sawyer was still amazed at Juliet's mechanical abilities. He knew she could fix an engine faster than him, but he'd never admit that. He'd taken to calling her Toolbox Barbie when he ran into her at the motorpool. She cringed every time, but never said a thing. He loved it.
As the jeep barreled forward coming closer and closer to the barracks Sawyer scrunched up his nose. "Do you smell that?" He asked Miles.
The question brought Miles out of his imagination where he was currently implementing a new rule that forced Radzinsky to be his personal chauffeur around the island. He sniffed and looked around before pointing in the sky ahead of them. "Is that smoke?" He asked.
Sawyer followed Miles' finger and saw what looked like black clouds billowing upwards. "Shit. That's coming from the barracks!" He pushed harder on the accelerator and Miles held on as the jeep began flying past trees and bouncing over the uneven ground.
Sawyer slowed down as they entered the barracks to avoid running into a house. "Where's it at?" He asked. They'd lost the smoke as they entered the barracks.
"There!" Miles shouted, pointing to the next row of houses.
Sawyer turned a corner and saw it, a little yellow house with flames visible through the living room window. Smoke seemed to be pouring out of the home. As they got closer realization hit both men like a ton of bricks. "Juliet's house!" They both yelled.
Sawyer brought the jeep to a screeching halt and yelled at Miles as he jumped out of the vehicle. "Do you see her?" Both men looked around wildly. There was no sign of anyone anywhere. "Call it in and sound the alarm!" Sawyer called as he ran to Juliet's front door. He could hear Miles talk over the radio and the Dharma fire alarm started blaring overhead as he pushed open the door.
Sawyer took a step into the house and managed to call out Juliet's name once before being enveloped by smoke. His eyes stung, but he refused to close them. Flames lapped at his left side as they tried to take over more than the living room. He finally made it to the short hallway that let to the bathroom and bedroom.
"Juliet!" He croaked out between coughs as he got to the doorway of her bedroom.
Juliet had been sleeping soundly, but was pulled awake by the fire alarm. She sat up and immediately began coughing. She found she couldn't catch her breath. A figure appeared through the smoke, but she couldn't tell who it was. Smoke continued to fill her lungs instead of the oxygen she so desperately needed. She heard a man cough over the sound of her wheezing and she closed her eyes as strong arms enveloped her.
Sawyer found Juliet in bed. He tried to talk to her, but he couldn't make anything come out. He could hear her struggling to breathe as he scooped her up into his arms.
He wobbled slightly as he turned to face the doorway. The smoke was getting to him. Juliet's head rested against his shoulder and he buried his face into her hair in an attempt to get a break from the smoke. His next breath still came with a lungful of smoke, but the smell of her mango scented shampoo seemed to invigorate him.
Sawyer closed his eyes momentarily before maneuvering around the bed and into the hall. He held Juliet tightly against him and hoped his path to the front door wouldn't be blocked by flames.
