Send Your Lifeboats
"Send your lifeboats out for me."
Lifeboats Snow Patrol
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"Hey!" Sawyer yelled, angrily shaking an empty backpack in front of her, "You drink all this?"
She looked up at him with narrowed eyes and sputtered a sadistic laugh, "You're worried about alcohol? We're going to die here."
"Well, well, well, what happened to little miss sunshine?" He snarked sarcastically, knowing full well that she had never been one of the "sunnier" islanders.
She grabbed one of the miniscule bottles from next to her; one with a swig of alcohol left in it, and tossed it to him,
"Shut up."
He downed the last swallow and wiped his mouth on the back of his hand, "So, now what? Our ride's at the bottom of the ocean, helicopter's long gone..."
"As I said, we die."
He rolled his eyes, "Well, I'll be. You've got quite a flair for dramatics."
He pushed himself up and began to root through the remaining tents, uncovering a couple books, a few extra bottles of water.
"They're all dead, aren't they?" She asked, watching him lazily as he sifted through Sun's things.
"How the hell should I know, Blondie?" He retorted, keeping his back to her.
She shifted away from the tree and reclined in the warm sand, closing her eyes and letting her self believe, for the briefest moment that she was off this island.
She jumped as a foot prodded her side and glared up at Sawyer before snapping, "What!?"
"Let's go, help me get this stuff back to the tents."
"No." She punctuated, closing her eyes again.
He let out a long suffering sigh before asking, "So I suppose you're just going to lie here and die, huh?"
"That's right." She said, keeping her eyes closed.
"Well, I hope you get eaten by a polar bear." He remarked, turning to dump the few things he'd gathered into a pile.
"There aren't any more." She said with a small grin, "It's the thought that counts though."
"Giant smoke monster?"
"You never know."
"Right," He said testily, "Well, I'll be in my tent. Enjoy your death."
She buried her toes in the sand, "I plan to."
Perfect, He thought miserably as he tugged the tarp closed behind him, everyone else ditches and I'm stuck with the loony bin.
*
"Still alive, I see." He said when he wandered out the next morning and found her sitting next to a bonfire.
"Unfortunately." She shot back dryly, prodding the burning logs with a long twig.
He lowered himself next to her in the sand and she looked up at him with a sad smile, "You going to tell me why you jumped out of the chopper?"
He looked at her for a moment before shaking his head, "It's not important."
"Oh, come on."
"We were running out of fuel, needed to drop some weight."
She nodded slowly, "That was a good thing to do."
He snorted and looked out at the horizon as he said, "That was when I thought there was still a boat out there."
She shrugged.
"So, now you going to tell me why you're so intent on dying?"
She ran her hands through the grainy sand and said, "I'm not intent on dying, I'm accepting that it's going to happen. We're not going to get another chance, Sawyer, that was it."
"Lovely."
As much as he wanted to argue, he couldn't even make himself believe that there would be another ship, another rescue.
"Right, so you gonna snap out of this or what?"
She dropped herself back into the sand and said, "Give me a few more hours, a few hours to be blissfully unaware of the fact that I'm not going to die and we're still going to be on this damn island."
He reclined next to her; resting his head on an oval shaped rock, "I'll give you a few hours if you return the favour."
"Deal." She said, extending a hand and shaking his before closing her eyes again and dreaming of the place that had been home before this island.
*