Hey guys!
I am a huge Lost fan and realized not many fanfics about Sawyer exist. So I got inspired by one I read which is called Meant to be (check it out it´s amazing) and decided to write my own fanfic. Although I am a big shipper of Sawyer and Kate and don´t get how people can ship her with Jack (sorry not sorry) I did add an OC called Olivia/Liv to kind of tell another story and because I kinda wanted to express my feelings and my story through her. So have fun and enjoy it. Please leave a review to let me know what you think of the story and how I could improve it.
Lots of love
The nervous clacking of Olivia´s fingernails on the tray of the seat in front of her was beginning to pick up a faster pace. She exhaled closing her eyes trying to relax a bit more. The lights which were signalizing her that she could open her seatbelt were out for a few hours already but she didn´t think of it for a second. In fact she tightened it even more.
"Not to be rude but your fingers annoy me." a deep male voice with southern accent suddenly meant and Olivia opened her eyes and looked at the passenger next to her. She put her hands on her thighs to try and keep them still but the anxiety rose up again. Her right hand reached up to the air-conditioner and she tried to turn it on but it seemed to be broken.
"Bloody..." she cursed under her breath and heard the man sighing in annoyance again.
"Not a big flyer, are ya?" he asked with a smirk without looking up from his magazine.
"No, I´m not." The petite woman leaned back in her seat again and closed her eyes taking a few deep breaths.
"This your first time?" he continued his questions and even though he still didn´t look at her, he knew she was shaking her head.
"Just never flown alone." She turned her head and faced the man who had messy dirty-blonde hair. She scanned his body and although he was wearing a long sleeved shirt she noticed the outline of his biceps shining through.
"I can keep you company." he suddenly looked up and they locked eyes for a second before Olivia quickly broke the gaze off.
"Not to be rude but you smell like you drenched your hair in Vodka." she smiled slightly, starting like he started their conversation. The man scoffed and reached to the pocket on the seat in front of him and pulled two plane-sized Vodka bottles out, holding one out for her.
"Maybe one of these will keep you accompanied." he smiled and they looked at each other again. She was amazed by how nice his smile was and the dimples on his cheek made her knees a little weak.
"No thanks. I don´t drink." she kindly denied his offer and he put one back in the pocket and emptied the other himself.
"Why´re you not drinking? You must be what? 20, 21?" he wondered shaking his head softly as the burning liquor ran down his throat.
"Not that it´s your business but I´m actually-" Olivia wanted to reply but the plane suddenly started making more noise and shaking alarmingly hard. The "fasten your seatbelt" signs lit up again and the brunette woman almost tied off her legs, that´s how tight she pulled it. Olivia´s hands shot to her armrests and she held on for dear life shutting her eyes close.
"It´s fine, probably just turbulences." the blonde man tried to calm her down but she just exhaled shakily and it looked as though she wanted to press her body into the seat. The plane calmed down and with it the chatter of other worried passengers. Olivia just opened her eyes again when the plane suddenly started shaking again and going down rapidly.
"That´s no bloody turbulence!" was the last thing Olivia remembered saying before everything went black.
Blurred out voices of men arguing woke Olivia up. She had a massive headache and felt a sharp pain in her left leg. Her eyes wandered around. She was lying under a tree on cold sand. Her hearing got better and wasn´t blurred anymore and she could hear machines whirring and people screaming. The girl tried to sit up and look around and slowly her memory got back. Their plane crashed. And she was alive.
"Hey look who woke up." She noticed the two men who were standing just a few feet away and arguing about whatever. One of which she recognized as the passenger who sat next to her. The other one was wearing a suit and had very short dark hair. He appeared to know what he was doing when he pressed on some points on her body and asked if she felt any pain. She hissed when he touched her left ankle and slowly moved it. "Do you have any medical history?" he asked, taking some sticks and cloth to bandage the ankle.
"My ankle, I hurt it quite often, even broke it once. What happened?" Olivia was still groggy and couldn´t remember how she got to this place in the shadows.
"Sawyer found you and brought you here. It´s a wonder you can still feel your legs. You could have paralyzed her." the dark-haired man obviously said to the blond who Olivia now found out to be named Sawyer.
"Sorry I´m not an accomplished doctor like you Jack whatever-your-name-was!" Sawyer snapped back at him
"Just leave and do something where you won´t hurt anyone." Jack didn´t bother looking at Sawyer while he continued to bandage her ankle. Sawyer scoffed in disapproval and stamped away soundly.
"Do you take any medications? Any recent illnesses or recent trips to tropical countries?" Jack asked and Olivia smiled.
"You mean besides this place?" she snickered pointing out where they were and a smile appeared on Jack´s lips. "Jack..right?"
"Yes. Jack Shephard, neuro-surgeon. I´m sorry you had to hear this argument." he apologized and reached out his hand.
"It´s fine. Olivia Hemington. But everybody calls me Liv." she gladly shook the doctor´s hand and he continued his questioning.
"Are you pregnant at the moment?" he looked up and he couldn´t quite figure out her expression. It was a mix of shock and pain. She quickly shook it off and put on a smile.
"I hope not." she giggled to hide how uncomfortable she felt talking about that to a perfect stranger.
"So you are sexually active?" he had a little piece of paper that he wrote on, seemingly acting as a patient´s chart.
"How exactly does that affect my ankle?" she tried to avoid having to answer that. A lump formed in her throat making it harder to breathe and harder to not show in how much pain she actually was.
"I´m sorry..." Jack scoffed, which showed her that he as well, wasn´t comfortable doing that. "Okay I want you to rest, I can´t tell if your ankle is broken or not without an x-ray so I´m gonna keep a close eye on it and check on you later. Don´t try to stand up okay?" Liv nodded in agreement and tried to find a more comfortable position. "Oh and can I know how old you are? Just in case I´ll find medication and can portion it for you."
Liv looked up at Jack who was standing already and smiled shyly. "I´m 17."
Olivia lost track of time. She wasn´t sure if it was hours or just some very long minutes ago that Jack did a check up on her. He said her ankle probably wasn´t broken but just sprained, however, she should elevate and rest it. The enormous heat and curiosity urged Liv to take a peek at what had happened down by the shore. She pushed herself onto her right leg and fell against a tree for support. She felt a sharp beating pain in her ankle joint, knowing that her ankle, which bothered her for years, will probably never allow her to walk normally again. She gasped in pain when she jumped towards another tree where she found a stick long enough to use as a crutch. Setting her foot down in the sand seemed to be a good idea with the support of the crutch but just two steps later she screamed in pain as something felt like it snapped right in her joint. Fortunately, strong, muscular arms were there to catch her. She was put down in the sand and Olivia could only then look up and notice that it was Sawyer. A very much topless Sawyer.
"Thanks." She mumbled and threw the stick away with an angry sigh.
"Let me guess you´ve never been good in sports." Sawyer made fun about how close to them the stick landed and she hit him softly on his thigh. "I thought the doc ordered you bedrest."
"He did." Liv crossed her arms in front of her chest as she was mad about herself.
"Then why are you walking around?" Sawyer sat down next to her with a smile on her face and she looked at him grumpily.
"I just can´t sit on my arse the whole day. I want to help or at least know what´s going on. People will think I´m an outcast or don´t want to help." She informed him about her worries which only made him scoff more. "What´s funny about that?" she asked in a serious tone.
"I think people will understand, Kid." He meant pointing at her swollen and blue foot. Olivia just shrugged and needed a few seconds to realize what he just called her.
"And my name´s not Kid. My name´s Liv." She explained but only got a grin from Sawyer´s side and he stood up offering his hand to help her.
"I ain´t calling no one by their real name, sweetheart." He chuckled as she tumbled on her right foot, struggling to stay on it in the loose sand. She felt Sawyer´s arms around her waist for support and how she tended to fall against him. She had a sudden flood of anxiety and panic coming over her when she felt his tight grip that she started to shiver and shout that he should let her go.
"Leave me alone!" she screamed anxiously and in pain, "Let me go! Don´t touch me!" Olivia cried, her voice hoarse already. Sawyer didn´t understand what was going on he just tried to help her and he couldn´t just let her fall since he was afraid to hurt her more. However, her screams attracted Jack and some others to come to her aid. By the time that Kate, Jack and Sayid had arrived Sawyer had put Liv down in the sand again and she shivered with her eyes closed. He was barely up again when a fist hit him on his jaw and he fell to the ground. Sawyer´s vision was blurred for a moment but he soon noticed Sayid who was towering over him and about to go down for another punch. Jack pulled Sayid off Sawyer before they would hurt each other even more, whilst Kate went to Liv and soothed her.
"I told her to stay where she was what the hell were you doing?" Jack yelled and more people came to watch the fight. Sawyer pressed his hand on his lip which started to bleed after the hard punch.
"I think it's quite obvious what he was trying to do." Sayid thought out loud in his thick accent, nodding towards the point that Sawyer was shirtless and what Olivia was screaming. It took a moment for Jack and Kate to realize what he meant.
"Sick jerk." Kate meant under her breath as Liv calmed down and breathed normally. Jack turned to Sawyer who got to his feet again and his angry gaze could have killed him if possible.
"Man listen. I didn't do nothing. I just tried to help her up."
"Why was she even on her feet huh? You wanted to get away with her? Get a quiet place for you to hurt her?" Jack came a bit closer and his voice was shaking with anger.
"What the hell man? Who do you think I am?" Sawyer got angry at his assumptions and tried to get in his face.
"I don't know who you are. I don't know any of these people. But everybody else has tried to help and all you did was hoarding and seemingly doing this girl wrong." Jack and Sawyer were so caught up in their discussion, they didn't even notice that Kate had helped Liv up.
"He didn't do anything." They suddenly heard her saying and the whispering crowd that formed got silent.
"You called for help." Sayid pointed out and Liv, who leaned on Kate and the stick from earlier sighed.
"It wasn't his fault. He helped me. I fell down and he caught me. I just wanted to see what was going on. I had a flashback of sort and felt uncomfortable. He didn't do anything he didn't try to..." Liv's voice suddenly broke and her eyes welled up. "Leave him alone..." she sobbed and the others weren't sure what has happened but Jack got out of Sawyers face. He went to Liv to help her from her other side but she pulled away.
"Don't!" She gasped and insisted that just Kate would bring her to her original spot.
Olivia wasn't too fond of sitting alone by a tree, not knowing what was going on. It just got dark and she felt left out as she could hear people sitting by a fire which she noticed because of the smoke and the light she saw in the distance. A tear rolled down her face, thinking about how upset and confused Sawyer looked. She may haven't showed it but she actually liked him.
"What are you concentrating so hard on Kid?" She suddenly heard a familiar voice behind her and immediately smiled by its sound. She turned around to see Sawyer who was shoving a wheelchair and had some large plastic sheets on it.
"Hey." She greeted him with a small smile as he sat down next to her with a sigh of exhaustion.
"Man, I'm getting old." He joked and Liv let a scoff out.
"You're just as old as you feel." She gave him a nudge in his ribs and swooned over how cute his dimples looked.
"Anyway I thought you might get lonely and cold here so I thought I'd bring you to the fire. Found this wheelchair on the beach." he stood up and brought it closer to her and to his surprise she didn't argue. "You want me to help you up or are you gonna scream again?" He made fun of her and Liv now remembered why his lip and jaw were blue again.
"I am so sorry. I really didn´t mean to-" she tried to apologize but Sawyer cut her off by waving it away.
"Nah, it´s good. But I´d be interested in why you were screaming the hell out of your tiny body." He chuckled sitting down on the wheelchair himself.
"That would really interest you wouldn´t it?" she smiled and her eyes lit up when he replied it with a nod. "Personal crap you don´t wanna hear about it." She reached out her hand so he would help her up on that wheelchair but he didn´t move.
"Not until I hear your story." He urged her to tell and she got frustrated by the second. Olivia turned her head to the distant fire, feeling goosebumps forming on her arms and legs. "You cold? Hm…a warm fire doesn´t sound half-bad does it?" he continued mocking her not noticing that she had tears in her eyes.
"It´s a messy story okay? One I don´t share because it´s just dark and…twisty and straight up depressing. I don´t want to think about it and I don´t want to talk about it especially not you all right?" Liv looked at the older man wiping away a tear and trying for her voice not to break. Sawyer felt bad making her cry but also wanted to leave. He hated when he didn´t get his way and people weren´t telling him things but he also already thought of ways to get it out of her sooner than later. The blonde man stood up and slowly grabbed the petite brunette by her waist, this time without triggering anything, and put her into the wheelchair.
"This won´t work out I´m telling you. This will not work in the sand." Liv chuckled as Sawyer tried to push the wheelchair around.
"The hell it will. I always make things work." He grunted angry at the chair until he finally pushed it hard enough to get it going. They laughed the whole way over to the fire as Sawyer almost stumbled a few times. They finally arrived and a big man called Hugo as well as another blond with British accent made space for them.
"Nah, I´m good. I better be going to my place." He winked as he parked Liv by the fire and took the plastic sheets, he had with him the whole time, pointing to a half-finished tent. Olivia wanted to convince him to stay but she knew it wouldn´t make a lot of sense. A person like Sawyer doesn´t stay at campfires. She knew that because she was a person like Sawyer. At least she became one after some tragic events. That's how she knew that he had been through some shit in his past. Someone is not simply like that, they become that way. Mostly through a traumatic experience. And as much as he wanted to know hers, she wanted to know his.
