Foul by Orli
Summary: The guys play football. Sawyer makes his appearance. One of my first stabs at Lost fiction. This is not Sawyer bashing. I love him. Slightly ooc, b/c it's a challenge/request. After "Confidence Man" before "Raised By Another".
Sweats pouring down his chest. He squints in the glaring sunlight and runs a hand across his brow before replacing it on his knee again. He's in a crouching position, his legs spread, bent at the knees, and he's ready to take off when the ball comes flying at him.
It's his. He's got it, he yells and charges back, his eyes on the flying pig skin and his legs pumping beneath him. The voices of his teammates raise louder. He slows, turns and stretches his arms to the sky. The next thing he knows the air's gone from his lungs, and someone's weight is pushing his face into the grass. His once dislocated shoulder's aching in pain, and he's struggling to catch his breath and keep from yelling.
He twists himself off his shoulder and on his back, and it's Sawyer's arms that are wrapped around him and weight that knocked him down.
"What the hell was that?" Jacks ask furiously, clutching his shoulder. He doesn't want to deal with Sawyer.
"It's called a tackle, and you just got sacked," Sawyer answers, that pretentious grin on his face.
"Get off me, Sawyer," Jack demands. Sawyer's eyes narrow defiantly, his grin stays and he doesn't move.
"What's the matter, doc'? You aren't a little homophobic are you?"
Jack's still clutching his shoulder when he uses his elbow and knees and sheer force to try to flip Sawyer off him. He ends up wiggling.
"Trying to turn me on, Jack?" Sawyer pushes himself to his knees, one conveniently pressed between Jack's Legs.
"What are you guys doing?" Charlie yells from across their field, standing next to a couple of other teammates.
"Didn't know you were playing, dude," Hurley asks, coming up on the two of them. "You okay?"
He's looking down at Jack, clutching his shoulder tightly and looking like he's having trouble catching his breath as Sawyer stands up, still grinning defiantly at Jack. Jack glares back at him, and Sawyer's tempted to make another comment.
"Dude, are you hurt?" Hurley looks at Sawyer and turns to the rest of the scattered group. "Jack's hurt!… Again!" The guys start towards them.
"I'm fine, Hurley," Jack says with annoyance in his voice and tries to push himself up. Sawyer holds out his hand, knowing Jack's not going to take it, and when he refuses, grins again.
"Nevermind!" Hurley yells when Jack's standing, and the guys retreat impatiently.
Glaring up at him, Jack tries to think of something to say, only he's speechless, and so he doesn't say anything, ignoring Sawyer, and starts to walk away, checking his shoulder and finally letting it go when he's knows he's only walking away with a bruise.
"Don't worry, I won't tell Kate. Wouldn't want to make her jealous, would I? Don't think she'd appreciate it," and he's still grinning when Jack turns around, against his better judgment, and tells him off.