Deal with the Devil

by wahinetoa

Disclaimer: Lost and Lost Characters belong to ABC.

AN: Draft only, taken from scattered notes.

And Sana love.. For Hoelli.

Sawyer crashed through the jungle undergrowth like a raging bull seeing nothing but red.

Still smarting from Lulus daring and audacious con, his jaw clenched hard as he raced towards the last place she'd been seen, bracing himself for a little payback on the devious chica.

Oh, she was a smart one. Limber and vivacious, she had him twisted in knots in no time, ready to surrender everything and anything.

Literally, as he was soon to find out.

Little Jackie got himself a gun. Doc pointed it right in his frecking face, made him look like a punk, grabbing for air, where once his piece was. So while they were arguing about lill' Muchacha.s revenge - he had stolen away from the infighting chiefs, to get his hands on her instead.

A secret cove of paradise, lost to all those but a few of the survivor women, who weren't privillaged enough to get constant access to the Hatch shower.. And one determined cowboy.

Dealing with the infuriating Latina, excited and aroused him to distraction. After a succession of frenetic encounters with the brazen harlot, even in the tempest of outright anger and vengence, his body fair bristled with energy and basic male need -- not for vengence, his brain repeated over and over, but to touch her again.

Hell if he knew what acid trip he was on. Just one taste from the vicious Xena, and suddenly he's all caught up? To hell with that --

To hell with her --

Sawyers mouth dropped open, as he rounded the small cove of trees and brush, eyes going wide and heartbeat rocketing at what the island presented him with.

Again.

Ana rose into the hot thermal spray of water, tumbling from the rocks above, from her very own secret waterfall. Soapy rivlets flowed down her skin, over tight slick generous curves. As she arched her back, fingers digging in to massage the muscles there, she moved like liquid sin. The steady thrum of water, eased out what tension and unease that the last four hours had brought.

First, Gale had attacked her. Leaving her vulnerable and useless, nothing of which she could use. Then Sawyer - for reasons she didn't want to dwell on -- had left her both exhausted and energized at the same time.

Anger and energy seeped out, leaving her void of anything she could use to kill Henry now.

But fate stepped in, in the form of Eko, who had taken over her duties with Henry, refusing the gun. She just had time to grab some shampoo on her way out of the hatch, leaving a bewildered Michael in her wake, as she nearly bolted from the room. Ana didn't question it, just let herself move away from whatever she was heading into.

Ana shakes the dark thoughts, taking hold of her again, and shoots a quick look to her left, the gun safely hidden in the rock crevice a few feet from her.

If she thought it would do any good, she'd have thrown it away. But fine a lotta good that would have done, if the Others had found it; adding it to their already growing stash, or worse - The Hustler.

Hustler getting hustled. Her lips quirk, mischievously. Rinsing the shampoo from her hair, a small chuckle escaped voluptuous lips.

And just as suddenly died.

"Well, ain't this familiar?"

End chptr 1