Playing Games

"Can I get you a drink?…say sorry"

"Sorry I cant…maybe another time?…anyway it was my fault" She turned and smiled, leaving him stood alone.

"I'll hold you to that"

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A few days later and she was in again. She didn't notice him. He noticed her. He watched her walk to the bar. Same drink. Same meal. She sits down. Same seat. Then unexpectedly a man walks over, kisses her on the cheek. She smiles. He says something, Sawyer cant hear as he leans forward, suddenly flustered, agitated by what's happening. She laughs. The ring glistens in the light. He walks to the bar. Orders a drink. A meal. Sits back down.

There lunch arrives and Sawyer senses the atmosphere has gotten more tense and uneasy as they continue to eat in each others company. Her smile she wore has disappeared. So has his. They began to speak and a flicker of misery passes across her face. The man, her husband, turns his head away from her. Then back again, talking calmly, his emotion is never shown, Sawyer cant tell whether the man is angry, sad or happy. She leans forward, her teeth clenched together, as she says something to him, he pulls back, lowering his drink that he holds in his hand and gets up to leave. She doesn't call after him, just watches him walk away, sitting back in her chair, she picks up her drink and takes a slow sip. Sawyer thinks he can see a tear falling down her cheek but isn't sure. Slowly his gets up and approaches her.

"Well fancy seeing you here…how about that drink?" Sawyer asks, a grin spread across his face, she looks at him unable to smile at his presence. Sawyer cant read her, not like before.

"Ok" Sarah replied, a slight laugh escaping her lips, as she noticed the man hadn't forgot about the drink.

When Sawyer came back with the drinks, she noticed him looking at her ring, she turned to him. "My husband fixes people…he fixed me…but now I think about it…maybe…maybe I wasn't broken. Sarah stared into space, her eyes never once faltering, then unexpectedly she turned to face Sawyer. "I-I'm sorry…I don't….I don't why I said that"

"S'ok…" Sawyer's voice trailed off, as he reeled her in further with his 'I'm caring' act, pretending to listen and feel sorry for her, telling her how her husband doesn't know what he's got, how beautiful she is, when all he's doing is lying. Yes she may be beautiful and maybe deep inside he does feel the slightest bit sorry for her, but when his words fall of his lips there already poisoned with greed because all he wants is the money. Her money. Her husbands. He's always been good at taking what isn't his and now he'll do it again.

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A few drinks later and Sarah's laugh a little bit louder, Sawyer decided it might be best if they left, Sarah agreed, almost pulling him from his seat as she stumbled out. The evening sun was setting as Sawyer realised just how long they'd sat there. She began to fiddle in her bag, eventually she pulled out a set of keys.

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The next morning, she's laid in his arms, her blonde hair across his chest, her hand on his shoulder. She slowly wakes, her head tossing from side to side as she wakes up, she turns to see who she's laid next to. Him. The bar. It all comes back to her yet surprisingly she doesn't feel guilty, she feels power. The man next to her is not her husband, he's not her lover, she feels no love for him, all he is, is her next move on the board. She wants Jack to find out what she's done. She's desperate for his attention, for him to notice she's there, with him, in the same room. She wants him to come home at a reasonable time, she wants there relationship to be how it used to be, romantic meals, early nights, late mornings. She didn't just marry him, she married a whole hospital as-well.

She pulled herself out of bed, desperately trying not to wake the man next to her. Pulling on her clothes, she picked up her shoes and crept towards the door.

"Where are you going?" Sawyer drawled, rolling over to face her.

"…home" She replied simply shutting the door behind her. Sawyer jumped out of bed, flung on his clothes and raced after her. Her car was already pulling out of the motel as he was left standing speechless.

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"Jack…" She called through the empty house, she knew he wasn't there but still felt a compelling need to call his name. "You home?" Nobody answered. She walked further into the house, hoping he wanted her to find him, hoping he was angry about her not returning home, she wanted him to yell at her, finally notice that his wife isn't happy. Suddenly the door slammed and she was pulled out of her thoughts.

"Hey" Jacks voice echoed in her ears as she turned and stared at him blankly.

"Hey" She mimicked him, hoping, praying to get caught, but as she looked closely at him, she realised he hadn't been home.

"Sorry…y'know about last night…I had an RTA and she was really bad…I couldn't leave" Jack carried on talking, Sarah didn't listen, she already knew what was going to come out of his mouth, she knew he'd apologise, say he couldn't leave, when he could, all he had to do was take of the white coat and walk out. Then he would no longer be Dr Jack Shepherd just Jack Shepherd, the man she loved, the man she married. She opened the front door and walked out, walked back to Sawyer, the man that noticed her. That's when Sarah began to realise that she would carry of blatantly using Sawyer until Jack noticed, and she knew it would only be a matter of time, Jack wasn't stupid. Sooner or later he would figure it out. Now it was only a matter of time.

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