A/N: Well, since some of you people haven't read Saving Kate, or just don't want to, I'm extending Everyone to be more then a one shot for Jack. It's going to be a bunch of one-shots combined. I really hope you guys like it, because it's just this and 'Ends Meet' linking me to the Lost fanfiction for a while.
A/N#2: If I don't post anything for a while, it's because this thing got my account frozen. If you start to see a new account name, LostFan, it's me on a different account. :)
Disclaimer: Don't own Lost. Don't want to own Lost. 'Solitude Standing' is copyrighted by Suzanne Vega.
Everyone
Chapter 2
-Solitude Standing-
Sawyer angrily dug through one of his many bags, looking for the bottle of pills that would make all the pain go away. "Damn headache…" He groaned as he sifted through the medication bottles, none of which he was looking for. All he wanted was a bottle of Advil or something, just so it could hold off the headache till it faded away. If he were at home, he'd know exactly where they were. Of course, if he were at home, then he wouldn't have gotten this headache in the first place.
Solitude stands by the window
She turns her head as I walk in the room
I can see by her eyes she's been waiting
Standing in the slant of the late afternoon
He remembered when he was a little kid, before everything had happened, his father used to take him to the local baseball field and point out the baseball players that would one day become famous. Oh how Sawyer would wish that a day would come when he'd be out on that field doing the same thing he saw the players doing now. Little did he know that would never get a chance to happen.
And she turns to me with her hand extended
Her palm is split with a flower with a flame
Solitude stands in the doorway
And I'm struck once again by her black silhouette
By her long cool stare and her silence
I suddenly remember each time we've met
Echoes of the last conversation he'd had with his mother flew across the realms of Sawyer's mind, and he swore up and down that he could hear the gunshot every time he revisited that memory. His mother's screams silenced, followed by a thump of her body hitting the floor a second later. His father's boots heading into his son's room, and sitting on the bed, making the bed springs squeak. Soon after, a second gunshot happened, and the form of his father fell onto the bed, blood oozing onto the bed sheets.
And she turns to me with her hand extended
Her palm is split with a flower with a flame
And she says "I've come to set a twisted thing straight"
And she says "I've come to lighten this dark heart"
And she takes my wrist, I feel her imprint of fear
And I say "I've never thought of finding you here"
Sawyer shook his head, and stared thoughtfully out into the ocean, the soft blues and greens soothing him. A movement caught his eye, and there, down by the waterline, he sought out Kate and Jack, deep in conversation. He sighed, what he'd give to just have her for once, and make the doc feel like Sawyer had been feeling ever since he saw the two together. He knew that Kate would pick the goodie over him anytime, and he had long since given up on the fact of them ever being a couple.
I turn to the crowd as they're watching
They're sitting all together in the dark in the warm
I wanted to be in there among them
I see how their eyes are gathered into one
And then she turns to me with her hand extended
Her palm is split with a flower with a flame
Deep in thought once more, Sawyer traveled back to when he was at his first day of school in 2nd grade. All the kids knew by then what had happened, and now how he lived with his grandmother. They thought that if they ever became friends with him, the same would happen to their parents. The reason why had eluded the small child back then, but now Sawyer knew. It was because they were second graders, and second graders just thought that way. At school, he'd just head in, and try to ignore all the stares as he made his way to the back of the room. The teacher knew this was bothering him, what had once seemed like a happy kid now barely spoke up, and his grades had fallen behind.
And she says "I've come to set a twisted thing straight"
And she says"l've come to lighten this dark heart"
And she takes my wrist, I feel her imprint of fear
And I say "I've never thought of finding you here"
On the playground, Sawyer would just sit with his back against the wall of the school and watch the other students play. He knew why he was different, it was because they had parents to go home to, and a family to love; a dad to take them out to games, and a mom to hug when everything got to be too much. What'd he have? An old grandma who sat him down as soon as he got home and made him hold the yawn so she could crochet.
Solitude stands in the doorway
And I'm struck once again by her black silhouette
By her long cool stare and her silence
I suddenly remember each time we've met
Now Sawyer was reliving the experience, and a single tear swept down his face as he watched the world rush past without giving him a single thought.
And she turns to me with her hand extended
Her palm is split with a flower with a flame
-LOST-
(A/N: So, what'd you guys think of it? Next up is a certain someone who loves to sing. ;) )