Okay, so this is pretty much A-Z of those three years in Dharmaville we didn't get to see; 99.9% Sawyer/Juliet with the others thrown in for good measure.

All the letters can stand alone, some are stories about the same thing, written different ways, and they are NOT in any kind of order except alphabetical.

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A is for Accident

"It was an accident," he says, trying to hold his laughter in.

She looks up at him with a shocked face, fingers pulling her wet shirt away from her body; her wet, white shirt.

He drops the hose and leaps to turn it off, all the while forcing down the grin that wants to spread across his face. He keeps his eyes off her body and on the mud puddle forming around the nozzle.

"I'll get you a towel," he says with a hint of smile he's sure she can hear and darts into the house, all but running down the hall.

As he grabs a towel from the closet he tries to force the sight of her shirt clinging to her skin from his mind but he finds it's stuck, the image of the shirt and the water and her flushed cheeks frozen forever.

Upon return, he finds her facing away from the back door, shirt pulled almost over her head, and he sees the top of her bathing suit. He can't decide if he hates the fact she's too modest to wear the two piece or grateful.

His heart still skips a beat and he clears his throat.

"Here,"

She doesn't turn, just wordlessly holds her hand out to him, a pale hand reaching for the towel.

He has to get closer to hand it to her and as he closes the distance he can see a few freckles along her pale shoulder blades and the beginnings of a tan along her shoulders.

The towel nearly falls from his fingers and he shakes himself back into reality, clearing his throat and dropping the towel into her waiting hand.

"Thanks," she says, but he misses it as the towel is brought up to her front, where he can't see.

The lines of her arms and the muscles beneath her smooth skin are apparent as she dries herself off.

All of a sudden her blue eyes are looking at him expectantly with amusement shining brightly from within. A smirk is settled on her lips.

"What was that?" he says, trying to look nonchalant.

"I said you're making a mud puddle," she says again with a wider smile. He can see her own dimples peeking out from her cheeks.

"Oh," he doesn't make a move to move or turn off the hose.

He is pleased to see there's a blush creeping up her neck and staining her cheeks.

"It's a good thing I was going swimming isn't it?" she asks quietly, though a smile is threatening to cover her features too, he can see.

"Good for me anyway," he says before he can censor himself.

He catches her eye and she's smiling now. Laughter bubbles from them both and she speaks after a shared moment.

"I'll see you later James, try not to spray anyone else with the garden hose," she walks past him into the house where he's sure she will grab another t-shirt and then leave to meet Amy at the beach.

"Later grease monkey," he says as the back door creaks shut. He can hear her laughing even as the door swings shut behind her.


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