Title: Sea of Love
Author: Typhoid-love
Rating: T because of some foul language.
Summary: A series of drabbles of the men thinking about the girls they can't have.
Disclaimer: If I owned Lost I would not be writing fanfiction about it... I would be making Shannon still alive! (Pfft, damn writers)
Authors Note: My friend challenged me to do this. She was all like "you should so do the most unlikely of pairings" and I was just like "whatever". Yep... that's the story of my boring life.
I watched her sitting with Muhammad trying to translate the maps.
To be honest, I didn't understand the feeling that it caused me. I guess it was jealousy. I'm not exactly sure; I've never really felt jealously before. If it was jealousy I didn't really understand why I was feeling it. I didn't even feel this way when I saw Freckles with the Doc. I actually saw that more as a challenge.
But right now, now that I saw that leggy blonde smiling and laughing with the damn terrorist I wanted to go over there and punch the guy again.
It was weird, but I never felt the need to protect anything before. However, now that I saw Stick's smiling I wanted to be the one to protect her; to keep that smile on her face forever.
This whole damn thing is confusing!
I've barely ever had a conversation with this girl. One time she came to me because she needed bug spray or something and I would only give it to her if she had sex with me or gave me five grand. That didn't work well because then she threw the can at me.
Oh yeah, and let's not forget the time that I almost got her killed because I pretended to have her inhalers.
How in the hell was I feeling this way towards her?
Maybe it was because I felt guilty for what I did to her. Yep, that was it. I felt guilty.
I heard her laugh again with that goddamn Iraqi.
Nope it wasn't guilt.