Title: Unexpected Visit
Author: Warrior princess922
'Ship: Sana.
Chapters: 3 or more.
Rating: M (just to be sure), for language and sexual content.
Disclaimer: I don't own Lost… life is cruel. :P
Summary: "He hasn't seen her for almost three years now. It has been such a long time, but maybe she won't kick him out on his ass, as soon as he shows up in her doorway." AU, after the rescue. Sana.
Warning: English is not my first language, but please give it a chance and tell me, what You think. Any grammatical errors or that kind of things You can point out in reviews, I'd appreciate that.
Author's Note: There is at least two chapters more to come yet. The story cost me a big effort and I was really tryin, so I truly hope You enjoy.
Dedicated to Nathalie (LostFreakJ), because she's a great friend and makes me smile every time I read her reviews ! Thank You yet again for everything, hun and I hope You like the fic !
Chapter 1
"Sawyer's afraid."
He sat down on a bench in a park, looking at the sunset. He wasn't there, because his life was a hell, since they all got off the island. He wasn't there, because he felt the need or something like that. And he wasn't there, because he didn't have anything else to do with his time.
He was there, simply because he enjoyed being alone… more than anything. He tried to isolate himself from the outside world, he locked himself up in his own one. And he felt good with it.
He just knew he didn't belong here anymore… And if that's the way it was supposed to be... fine.
Sawyer shifted on the bench to make his position more comfortable as his eyes stared once again at the almost red sun in front of him. Feeling the warmth of the evening air, he relaxed completely and closed his eyes.
He let out a heavy breath and ran a hand through his hair lazily. He started thinking about the island. About all the people, that he happened to meet there… that he happened to know back there. And what was the biggest surprise for him? His mind wasn't on Kate, or on the good doctor… He was thinking about Ana Lucia. The first girl… woman, who managed to con him. And she conned him really good…
Flashback
"What do you mean she just took it from you? How could she be able to do that without you noticing that?!"
"I got no idea, she just … stole it away, okay? Quit askin', doc. Since when do you do the cops' job, huh?!"
"She… somehow took your gun and we don't even know, why she needed it…. Libby's dead and I don't know, if I can save Ana!"
"Get to the point already, would ya?"
Jack sighed heavily and looked away.
"We need the statues."
Sawyer frowned and stared down noticing bloodstains on a floor, just where Libby was lying not so long ago... He closed his eyes and swallowed hard.
"Be right back." The Southerner mumbled after a while and got out of the hatch.
Making his way through the jungle, he was … actually praying. He was praying for her to be okay.
She will be okay, he tried to assure himself. And he believed in it. He had faith. And that was enough for him.
Though, he did not really know, why the hell he cared…
Sawyer made his way to his shelter and quickly entered it. Gathering the statues into his backpack, he got out and was about to go back into the jungle, when Hurley's voice stopped him.
"Uh, dude…"
The Blonde man turned around to face a confused Hugo.
"Dude, have you like… uh, seen Libby somewhere?"
Sawyer froze staring at the big guy with pure sadness in his eyes. For the first time, he didn't know, what to say….
Fifteen minutes later he was back in the hatch with Hurley on his heels. Jack's eyes widened as he saw them and he sent Sawyer a questioning, sad look.
"He had the right to know, doc." Was all what he could response. Hugo was gazing down at the floor, not paying attention to any of them. Jack swallowed closing his eyes, turning his gaze on the room, where Ana was resting.
"So, I got'em. May I go now?" Sawyer asked half-heartedly, looking up at the doctor. Jack stared at him. Not really knowing what to say, he just came over to the other man and took the backpack from him, nodding. Then he walked away to the bedroom.
Sawyer risked a glance at Hurley, who was standing still, like a statue, staring blankly at the floor. After a while, or so he finally looked up.
"Where… where is she?"
Sawyer let out a heavy breath and then pointed at now empty armory. Hugo turned his gaze on it and without saying anything else he went to enter it.
After a minute of standing in the same place Sawyer heard a loud moan, that was coming from the bedroom. In spite of himself he ran and entered it. His eyes widened as he was staring at screaming Ana and helpless Jack, who was desperately trying to give her a boost.
"Ana, I know it hurts, but I have to do this… I'm so sorry! Stop fighting me!" the doctor yelled, trying to calm her down.
She cried out in pain one more time and that's when Sawyer finally shook his head and came over. He knelt down beside the bed, feeling Jack's burning gaze on himself.
Grasping her hand in his gently, he whispered:
"It's okay, Lucy… It's gonna be all right, I promise…"
She looked at him through her tears as she arched sobbing. Sawyer brought his other hand to her forehead and brushed her black curls from her face.
"Let the doc help you now, Lulu… and you're gonna be just fine." He added staring at her softly. She bit her lip hard and nodded squeezing her eyes painfully. Sawyer rubbed her fingers with his thumb and threw Jack an obvious look. The doctor shook his head and brought the syringe to her arm. He drove it in her soft, bronze skin and she hissed quietly.
"Done." Jack murmured. Ana let out a breath and opened her eyes, still breathing very quickly. The doctor glanced at her and then got up and left the room. Sawyer picked himself up and sat down on the edge of the bed, just beside her. She stared at him and he could see the pain in her eyes.
"Sleep, Ana…" he whispered softly, not letting go of her hand. Her eyes were pleading him for something and he knew, what it was.
"Don't worry, Chica… I ain't gonna leave ya here alone."
Ana blinked away her tears and nodded slowly. He smiled unsurely and she managed to smile back a little. Sighing, she closed her eyes and he was watching as her chest was rising and falling. His eyes sized up her figure, noticing the bandage with red marks, that was wrapped around her chest tightly.
Sawyer turned his gaze back up at her to see, that she was already asleep.
And there he was…sitting with her almost all the time, while she was slowly recovering. And then he was the one, who was helping her get up, eat, drink, walk and do the things, that had to be done.
What was the most surprising, he was also the only person, that she wanted to talk to. She refused to talk to anyone else, even to Jack and Eko. She wanted to see only him. If Jack wanted to know how she felt, Sawyer was the one, who had to answer his questions.
It had negatives of course. He needed to tell her about Henry's escape and Libby's death. She didn't take it well.
And moreover she didn't remember, what actually happened.
He wasn't about to talk with her about their little tumble in the jungle. It wasn't important then anyway…
"Sawyer…" he heard her soft voice one day, when he was preparing her some food.
"Yeah!?" he called from the kitchen. "Everything okay, sweet cheeks!?"
"I gotta go to the bathroom." She called back as loud as she could. Her voice was still weak and husky. Sawyer left stirring the soup and got back to the bedroom, seeing her already sitting.
"All right, c'mon then."
He walked over to her and grasped her hand gently, helping her get up. She wrapped her arm around his shoulders and his own arm, like always, wandered to her waist.
"What's that smell?" Ana asked, when they were walking across the hall. He smiled down at her.
"It's my soup."
"You're cooking a soup?"
"Yeah, what's so odd about it?"
"Didn't know, you were such a great cook, Cowboy."
"Thanks, hun. I appreciate that."
Ana smiled gently and he found himself staring at her all the time.
Sawyer didn't want to admit it, but with time his feelings for the Latina were getting stronger. Before the whole accident, he had no idea, that Rambina, the same chick, who punched him twice and stepped on his shoulder, can be such a sweet girl and such a great company. She was acting completely different, when she felt… safe… when she knew, that there was someone, who actually gave a damn about her. Maybe that's the reason, why she didn't wanna talk to anyone else, but him. She probably thought no one else cared…
"Hey, Sawyer…"
He shook his head unconsciously.
"Hmm?"
"Can you let go of me now? We're in the bathroom." Ana said, looking actually amused. Sawyer smirked at her and carefully removed his arm from her waist. She sent him a mysterious gaze and he frowned.
"What?"
"I need privacy." Ana mumbled with a smirk on her face "Can't do that, if you keep staring at me."
He rolled his eyes smiling and got out, but before he closed the door something hit him and he poked his head back.
"It's not like you got something I haven't seen before, so…"
Ana glared at him and grabbed a soap from the desk, throwing it at him. He managed to move away, still smirking.
"Call me, when you're done, chica." Sawyer added closing the door. Ana rolled her eyes, but couldn't help, but smirk a little as she murmured 'jerk' under her breath.
The End of flashback
Sawyer chuckled at his memories. And less than five seconds later, his smile disappeared. And he suddenly felt the need to talk to her again. Somehow he didn't want to be alone anymore…
Maybe it was the moment to finally get up the guts to do it. To visit her. He hasn't seen her for almost three years now. It has been such a long time, but maybe she won't kick him out on his ass, as soon as he shows up in her doorway.
Okay, so he hasn't been keeping in touch with her, simply because he was afraid. He was sure, that their weird relationship wouldn't work out in the real world.
But there was one thing, that couldn't leave him alone. Because of it he had sleepless nights and nightmares…
Flashback
Sawyer entered the hatch, feeling actually quite different that day. Something was wrong and he was about to find out, what it was.
He noticed that Ana's bed was empty and he started worrying.
"Lulu!?" he called with concern in his voice "Hey, Lucy!"
Suddenly he heard a sound of vomiting, that was coming from the bathroom. He made his way to its door and knocked twice.
"Chica, you in there?"
Few moments of silence and a coughing ringed out, then a sound of flowing water.
"Ana! Open up! You okay!?" Sawyer called, now pounding on the door. He waited just seconds longer, when the door finally opened. He entered the bathroom and saw her sitting against the wall. Her face was very pale and her eyes were red and puffy.
Sawyer came over to her and knelt down in front of the Latina.
"What's goin' on with ya, girl, huh?"
Ana just shook her head and hugged her knees to a chest, burying her face in her arms. He grasped her shoulders gently.
"You have ta talk to me."
She didn't look up, just let out a sob mixed with a cough. He sighed deeply in his throat and sat down beside her, then wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her closer to him. She immediately relaxed and buried her face in his t-shirt, her hands grabbing its material.
He was rocking her gently back and forth, like a child.
"Shh… it's gonna be okay."
"Sawyer…" she breathed, her voice shaking, her eyes staring blankly at the wall in front of her as she whispered quietly:
"I think… I think I'm pregnant."
The End of flashback
And that was it. The next thing he's done was leaving her there alone and running away. That what he was good at then. He regretted leaving her there, but he had no other choice.
He couldn't be a father. It wasn't the way things were meant to be…
But then again, when his mind was back on the time they spent together…maybe that was the way things were supposed to be. He shouldn't have left her.
After that he was avoiding her, like a fire. He couldn't make himself face her after, what she told him. She was pregnant… with his child.
They got rescued a month later. And after that he didn't see anyone from the island for almost three years. Three years!
Just from the newspaper Sawyer knew that Jack and Kate got married. And from the same newspaper he found out, that Ana had given a birth to her… their son. He remembered reading it sixteen, yeah exactly sixteen months ago.. He remembered the shock and relief, while looking at the article. He even cut the piece with her picture and put it into his pocket. Since that moment he had it always with himself, no matter what.
So there he was. Lonely again. He visited Cassidy once, just to see his daughter. But that was right after they hit the land. He found her address and without saying goodbye to anyone, even Ana, he left.
What am I doing? He asked himself as he was making his way across the corridor. He stopped just in front of a white door at the end of the hole. Sawyer shook his head unconsciously. He was something else. It wasn't his will to raise a hand and knock at that door. What the hell was wrong with him ?
Few moments of silence and the door opened. A young Latina was in the doorway eating a banana. Her black, long curls were flowing down onto her shoulders. She was wearing a yellow t-shirt and blue, tight jeans. Sawyer stared at her in amazement, she looked so beautiful…
When Ana recognized him, her pretty, chocolate eyes widened and she coughed. She dropped the half-eaten banana and ran her hand slowly across her mouth. Still staring at him with shock and confusion, she breathed:
"Sawyer…"
A/N: Hope You enjoyed ! I'll try to update the second part, as soon as I can !
