Pairing: Sawyer/Ana-Lucia
Disclaimer: I own nothing from Lost.
Author's note: English isn't my first language. Hah. One-shot. AU.
A short drabble that can be considered the sequel to Water Guns.
"Gotcha!" Ana catched running Sawyer and took plastic handcuffs out of her pocket. "You're... A liar and a thief and... What was it?" she gave up, improvisation didn't sound as good as their planned game scenario.
"Conman." Sawyer smirked. It was his favourite mysterious word recently and it made him sound like an adult in his and all the kids' opinion.
"You're a conman." corrected Ana promptly "And you're going to jail for a hundred and eight years."
"It doesn't make sense."
"It does. And it sounds better than forever."
"No, it doesn't. A conman can't be that bad. Or..." he got interrupted by a punch in the nose. Which could have been easy to avoid if he just noticed that Ana and being corrected didn't work well together. But he was used to her punches, so he just made sure he wasn't bleeding again and expected next one, but it didn't come.
Sawyer opened his eyes and saw Ana thinking hard about something.
"See... What jails are for?" she asked finally "You didn't agree with me so I can punish you, right?"
"Nu-uh." Sawyer considered the question and dared to disagree, closing his eyes again just in case.
"Uhh! But I just did."