Desert
Island Drabbles A/N: This will truly be a challenge for me as
I am not completely comfortable writing broadly in this fandom. I
have only written three vigs to date. This is on a smaller scale but
also demands more ideas and a more open mind. I also plan to jump
around in the series timeline. Beware casual viewer. As if that were
possible. We'll see what comes. Thanks for joining me on this
journey. Enjoy! Week 1 - 4/6/09 - provided by brodiew Flash in the pan
One minute he was holding a sturdy rope, lowering John into the well; the next, he was a rope which protruded from unmolested ground. The absurdity of the situation was lost on him as he dropped to his knees and feverishly starting clawing at the dirt. He yelled John's name as he dug believing, if for only a moment, that he could retrieve the man buried alive.
She touched his shoulder and said his name in the resigned frustration they all felt. He stood and nodded as she explained that John was no longer here. Damn these flashes to hell.
Out on a limb
Traipsing into the forest to meet the Others for any reason was a risk. In fact is near suicidal. Sawyer knew that hostiles were just that. They were known to shoot first and ask questions after you were dead. There were few people in Dharma who could walk in the jungle freely without being shot on site. Sawyer was one of them.
"When we meet them, keep your mouth shut," Sawyer said in warning. "It's a delicate situation."
"Really?" Kate replied, with a hint of sarcasm.
"Don't test 'em, Freckles. They'll kill you just as soon as look at you."
Out of the blue
One evening, a year after they had come to live in Dharmaville, Sawyer had a strange thought dart across his mind. Though, he and Juliet were pretending to be married, he had never actually carried her across the threshold of their house. He knew she would be surprised. He knew she would protest. He knew she would love it.
As they approached the front door, he took her arm and turned her toward him.
Looking into her cool blue eyes, he said:
"Welcome home, Mrs. LaFleur."
With that, he scooped her up into his arms and walked into the house.
Wet behind the ears
Juliet watched as James sauntered out to meet Richard Alpert. The other man sat patiently, but confidently, exuding the air of wisdom, power, and danger which made him so effective in his mission to bring her to island.
She hoped; no she knew that James was quick on his feet. But was he quick enough to tame Richard's obvious indignity. Time would tell.
They seemed to be talking amicably; James displaying a similar but cocky confidence. He needed to keep the peace, and the pissing contest, in check. A draw was the best hoped for and the best possible outcome.
Heat of the moment
"You're insufferable!" Juliet declared, hands on her hips. "How did I ever think we could live in the same house?"
"Is that a rhetorical question, Miss Manners? Why don't pull out your trusty taser and throw me a few volts if it'll make you feel better!"
She stepped to him and slapped his face faster than he could defend himself.
In response, he pulled her to him and dipped her, dropping to one knee. The surprise on her face was evident, but nothing compared to when planted his lips on hers.
The passion of their argument had taken a detour.
