Title: Good Girl All the Bay Boys Want

Summary: Everyone was finding their redemption. She was his. Sawyer/Claire with hints of Shayid and Jate.

Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer: I wish I could own Jack, lets put it that way.

Status: WiP


Sawyer rolled over onto his shoulder and yelled out in pain. His eyes shot open as he became aware of his surrounding. His head searched the dark area. After a few moments his eyes adjusted to the dark, an. "What the-" he asked himself, sitting up on the "cot". He searched his memory, trying to recall why he was here. Sure as hell it wasn't by choice. He then remembered everything...the raft, the people on the boat, them taking Walt, and his being shot. He looked at his shoulder, seeing the cloth wrapped around it, and winced. He ran his hand through his hair. How long had he been out, how were Jin and Michael, he asked himself. Just then, he saw someone enter the cave.

"Oh good, your up" Jack said, a tone that obviously made it seem it wasn't so good Sawyer was up. Sawyer sighed, and lay back down onto the pile of blankets.

"I didn't know I had an appointment, Doc" Sawyer said, his trademark smirk back already.

"Quite a nasty shot you got there. You remember anything?" Jack asked, going over to check the wound on Sawyer.

"Yea. Some Psycho came and took shorty, and then shot me. I guess I black out after that" Sawyer answered. "Why, couldn't you just asked Jackie Chan or John Smith?"

Jack shook his head "Michael's still out, and Sun can't make out what Jin is saying, he keeps coming it and out"

Sawyer nodded. "You guys haven't seen Tattoo, have ya?" he asked hopefully.

Jack shook his head. "We were hoping you knew" he said as he replaced the bandage.

"I sure as hell don't have a clue"

Jack just nodded. "How long was I out?" Sawyer questioned.

"Vincent brought Shannon to you about a day and a half ago" Jack told him. "We're going out later today to go look for him"

"Well, I'm coming" Sawyer said, pushing himself up.

"No you're not" Jack ordered. "You need your rest"

"Well, Indiana Jones, whose gonna watch me while you go into the Jungle Of Doom?" asked Sawyer.

"Claire and Aaron" Jack told him.

"Who the fuck is Aaron?" asked Sawyer.

"Her son" stated Jack matter-of-factly. He grabbed his backpack from the wall. "See you soon"

Sawyer just nodded his good-bye. He wasn't sure why he felt so bad about the fact that he hadn't been there when Claire named her baby. Fuck it, Sawyer said to himself. Why the hell should he care?

He heard timid foot steps, and looked up to see Claire enter with a small bundle of blankets. "Hello Sawyer"

Sawyer smirked. "Hey Blondie"


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