Chapter 10
Amico
"The worst pain is when someone you know turns into someone you knew."
Jessie shifted slightly, the pain in her head slowly subsiding. She was afraid to get up though, not wanting to hear one of Sawyer's smart comments. Smart comments, sarcasm, rudeness; they were things she was never really good with. She knew they were a part of life and tried to deal with them as best as she could, but she hated those things. She wasn't going to say she never used them though, because that would be a lie. If you made her angry, she'd use them. Jessie was one of those people it was hard to make angry though. She was one of those people that tried her best to ignore the people that were bothering her instead of bothering them back. Sometimes it worked, but sometimes it didn't. Only when it didn't, did she get really mad. Sawyer was one of those people that were simply impossible to ignore. She found it odd that she'd dealt with him this long without flipping her lid.
Sawyer stared blankly at the wall, gently stroking her hair. This was very awkward for him, and he wondered if it was for her too. He preferred the tough conman look over the sweet gentleman. He was better at the tough conman thing too. Somehow, this whole comforting thing was just coming to him naturally though, sort of like instinct. He found it odd and quite strange, but at the same time -though he'd never admit it- kinda nice. "Feelin' any better?" he asked after several moments of silence.
Jessie nodded slightly. "I guess so." she replied quietly. Slowly, she sat up and gave him a small smile. "Thanks for um, well for doing that." she told him.
Sawyer nodded slightly and looked away from her. "Yeah, well, don't expect it too much." he replied simply.
Typical Sawyer. Jessie sighed and shook her head a bit. "Well, thanks for doing it just this once." she told him, scooting over to the nearest corner. "It was nice of you."
Sawyer nodded his head slightly. He looked around, then down at the ground, not really sure what to say to her.
Jessie smiled slightly, then also looked down. She straightened out her red shirt, examining a slight rip that was in the front of it. Most of her clothes were tore and dirty, thanks to living on an island. Her dark blue jeans were ripped at both knees, and had a slight tear at the bottom right pants leg. She'd never really been one for caring about how her clothes looked, but that was only because back in civilization it was always possible to buy new clothes. How was she supposed to get new clothes here?
Sawyer glanced up at her, watching her as she looked at the rip in her shirt. "Don't worry 'bout it, Sunshine…" he said. "We'll get outa here before it rips too much."
Jessie nodded her head slightly, crossing her arms over her stomach. "I hope so." she said. "My stomach is really cold because of the tear."
Sawyer smiled slightly. "Well ya can't have my shirt." he said. "Cause then I'd be freezing."
"I didn't ask for your shirt." Jessie replied, leaning back against the wall. "Your shirt is ugly anyway."
Sawyer frowned and looked down at his tan button down shirt. "What's wrong with my shirt?" he asked her.
Jessie smirked and shook her head. "Nothing.' she told him. "It's just not something I would wear…" she said. "I don't like it."
Sawyer rolled his eyes. "Well I ain't fond of your shirt either." he informed her, glancing up at her. "There ain't nothing wrong with my shirt." He gave a nod, his hair falling in his face. He sighed and blew it out of the way.
"I saw when Kate gave you a haircut." Jessie said. "I guess she didn't make it short enough."
Sawyer frowned. "I don't want it no shorter." he replied, running his hand through his hair. "I like it just like this."
Jessie shrugged her shoulders. "If it was shorter it wouldn't get in your eyes." she told him.
"Well maybe I don't care if it's in my eyes or not." Sawyer replied.
Jessie shrugged again. "Then don't care. I was just saying." she said. She smiled at him slightly and shook her head a bit. She looked up as the door opened and another man, that most likely worked there, walked in.
The man looked at them, smirking slightly. He reached in his pocket, pulling out an envelope. "Funny…You didn't even know this was missing, James…" he said, looking it over. "Guess you didn't miss it all that much."
Sawyer looked up at him, narrowing his eyes at him. His hands balled into fists and he stood up. "Give me that." he said in a threatening voice to show he wasn't playing around.
Jessie blinked a few times. James? She'd always thought Sawyer was his actual name. And that envelope, she'd seen if before. He used to read it all the time on the beach. She stayed quiet, watching the two carefully.
The man looked at the envelope. "Nah. I think I'll keep it." he said. He went to shove it back in his pocket, but his wrist was grabbed by Sawyer.
Sawyer glared at him. "Give. It. Back." he said, tightening his grip on his wrist.
The man grabbed Sawyer's wrist, holding it tightly. "Boy, you better leave go of me, or you're gonna be hurting…" he warned him.
Sawyer rolled his eyes. "Give me the letter back." he said.
The man shoved him away and opened the letter. He cleared his throat. "Dear Mr. Sawyer…" he started.
Sawyer slammed his fist into his stomach and grabbed the letter, throwing it away from him. He glared at him, ready to fight him even more.
The man held his stomach for a moment. He then stood up and attacked Sawyer, trying his best to beat him.
Jessie's eyes went wide and she watched the fight. She grabbed Sawyer's letter and stood, backing herself further into the corner. Tears began to fill her eyes as the man began to win. Sawyer dropped to the ground, then man beating him, and all she could do was stand there and watch.
The man finally had Sawyer down. He reached in his back pocket and pulled out a gun. Taking it off safety, he pointed it to Sawyer's head, then looked over at Jessie. "You think you could stand if I shot him right here in front of your eyes, Sweetheart?" he asked.
Jessie stared wide-eyed, tears streaming down her face. "Leave him alone." she whispered. "Just, just leave him alone. Please."
"Why?" The man asked. "Give me one reason why I should." she told her.
Jessie racked her brain, trying to think of a reason. What good was Sawyer? What good had he done for anyone? What good had he done to anyone? She closed her eyes, taking her only answer. "Because he's my only friend." she told him. "Please. If you want to kill someone, kill me." she told him. "I'd rather die myself. Just don't kill him."
The man rolled his eyes. "So I should spare his life for your selfish reason?" he asked. "Because you have no other friends? Because you're so worthless the only friend you can get is him?"
Jessie crossed her arms. She swallowed hard. "Please. Don't kill him." she pleaded, shaking her head. "Please."
The man rolled his eyes. He pointed the gun and shot out of the cell, the bullet hitting someone in the cell across from them.
Jessie squeezed her eyes shut, putting her hands over her ears. She didn't even noticed as the man left the cell. She felt Sawyer's hand on her arm and sat down on his lap as he pulled her down. She leaned forward against him and wrapped her arms around him, burying her face in his shoulder. At least the two of them were safe. Who had been shot obviously wasn't. She was too terrified and felt too horrible to even look and see who the person was.
Sawyer wrapped his arms around her for a moment. He then pulled back and gently took his letter from her. He put it in his pocket, then wrapped his arms around her once more, hugging her tightly. He also closed his eyes, trying to imagine everyone back at the beach. "Ya shoulda let him kill me, Sunshine." he said. "It's every man for himself around here."
Jessie shook her head. "It's live together, die alone…" she replied, her voice a small whisper. "Are you okay? Did he hurt you really bad?"
"I've been through worse." Sawyer replied. "I got beat I don't know how many times when the Others had me. Freckles has beat me quite a few times."
Jessie nodded slightly. "I'm glad you're okay, Sawyer." she said quietly, pulling back to glanced up at him. He didn't look too horrible. He'd blocked all the punches with his arms, she noticed. Her eyes slowly made their way outside the cell and over to the one across from them. "Oh my…" she whispered, her hand going up over her mouth. Her eyes stayed glued to the man who had been shot, a toddler leaning over him, sobbing for him to wake up.
"Hey." Sawyer said. He put his hands on the sides of her face, turning it so she was looking at him. "Don't look over there." he said, not wanting her head to start hurting again. He was all out of medicine. "You stay focused on what happens in here and what happens in here only. "You got it?"
Jessie stared at him a moment, then nodded slightly. "Alright." she whispered. "But, what about the little kid?" she asked quietly.
"Don't worry about it." Sawyer told her. "You didn't know them. You stay focused on the people that you know. There's too much going on here to focus on everyone else."
Jessie nodded slightly. "I still feel bad." she said quietly. "But I guess there's no greater pain than someone you know becoming someone you knew…It's not that bad when you didn't actually know them."
Sawyer nodded his head slightly. He sighed and tried not to glance over at the other cell. "And know one we know is gonna die." he informed her. "The four of us are gonna be out of here before we know it."
Jessie nodded slightly, trying to believe him. "Okay." she told him with a sigh. "The four of us are gonna get out of here." She sighed and closed her eyes, leaning forward against him again.
Sawyer closed his eyes, nodding his head. Maybe if they both believe it, then it would really happen. He wasn't sure he believed himself though. If no one else got out of here, then how were they supposed to get out of there? They were trapped in a cage by people with guns who most likely weren't afraid to use them. Sighing, he opened his eyes again and looked down at Jessie.
Jessie wasn't sure if she believed him either. She had to though. She couldn't just give up hope. If they gave up hope, then they definitely wouldn't get out of here. She forced herself to believe what he said. "Maybe we should think of a plan." she said after a moments thought.
Sawyer shrugged his shoulders. "Docs probably already got one." he said. "He'll use his before we'll get one."
"Well, it'll at least give us something to do." Jessie told him. "And what if Jack doesn't have a plan? We don't know if he has one or not. It's worth a try to try and make one ourselves." She glanced up at him slightly, turning her head.
Sawyer shrugged his shoulders. He figured Jack already had a plan. But who knew if Jack was even alive? They probably should start thinking of a plan to get out of this place. "Alright." he said after a moment. "Got any thoughts?"
Jessie shrugged her shoulders. "Not really." she said quietly. "How about something that isn't going to get a gun held to you though?"
Sawyer smiled slightly. "Not sure if we can find a plan like that, but if we can, it sounds good to me." he told her.
"Good." Jessie said with a sigh, closing her eyes again. The last thing she wanted was for him to be beat up and have a gun held to him again. She yawned and buried her face in his shoulder, the closeness no longer all that awkward to her.
"Good." Sawyer repeated. The closeness was still sort of weird to him, but he was getting used to it. He smoothed her hair down, looking around the cell. "Maybe we should sleep on it." he suggested, looking down at her. She seemed really tired.
Jessie nodded her head. "Sleeping sounds nice." she said, stifling a yawn. She rubbed her eyes, then slowly moved away from him, lying down on the floor.
Sawyer nodded. He wasn't very tired, but sleep wouldn't hurt. He lied down beside her and wrapped an arm around her, letting her use him for a pillow. He put his other hand behind his head, also needed a pillow. The floor was cold and hard. "Night, Sunshine…" he said after a moment.
Jessie looked at him. "Do you call people nicknames just for the sake of using nicknames, or can't you remember their names?" she asked him.
Sawyer chuckled. "I remember their names. You're name's Jessie." He yawned and pulled her closer. "Night, Sunshine." he repeated.
Jessie smiled slightly and shook her head. "Night, Sawyer." she said, snuggling again him. "Think things will be slightly better when we wake up?"
Sawyer shrugged his shoulders. "Might be." he said. "Maybe Doc's got a plan he plans to use and when we wake up, he'll be getting' us outa here."
Jessie nodded her head. She rolled over onto her stomach and closed her eyes. "Maybe." she murmured softly. She sighed and drifted off, trying to focus her dreams on good things, such as painting. She loved to paint.
"Yeah. Maybe." Sawyer said. He watched her for a few moments, then closed his eyes. Sighing deeply, he also began to drift off. No point in staying awake alone, even if he wasn't tired. Hopefully, Jack had a plan already. If not, then the two of them we're going to have to put their heads together and thing of something. He wasn't exactly good at thinking of working plans. Hopefully, Jessie would be better at it.
