Chapter Seventeen:
Another Day
Michael made his way towards Sawyer who hadn't moved an inch from where he was last seen by Abigail. He threw the gun down in front of him letting the sand disperse up in the air. This couldn't help but get Sawyer's attention. His eyes gleamed up at Michael and did most of the talking for him. He wasn't exactly thrilled to see him. But he was happy to know he was alive after all.
"Mike, I see that you're alive and well."
"Yeah, no help to you. You left this on the raft. Thought you might want it back."
"So you mean to tell me, you sailed on that boat, and it just brought you right back home."
"Not that you would care, yes. It did."
"Well, likewise."
"You're the one that made those people come. If it wasn't you trying to get trigger happy we'd not be in the situation we're in right now. We may have even made it to civilization by now."
"I made them come?" He said getting up. He wasn't exactly thrilled he was moving from his seat but his character was being judged. He had to be an eye-witness to it.
"Yeah. You made me shoot the flare gun. If it wasn't for you Walt would be alive."
"Who's to tell he ain't!" He said shoving Michael back. "I tried to save your boy's life and this is the thanks I get? An accusation?" He pushed him again. "Thanks but no thanks."
Michael shoved him back hard enough that Sawyer hit his back against the tree. "I come back and I see you making googly eyes at that chick." He motioned towards Abigail who was still standing at the surf. "Hell you can't even stop. You're one shady man Sawyer."
"You keep your nose out of my affairs!" He said with a punch to back it up.
Michael landed in the sand. Sawyer jumped on top of him and started pummeling his fist in Michael's face. Over an over again, until Locke pulled him away. Struggling and resisting he went with Locke's restraints. Man this old man is strong.
Michael got up with the help of Jack.
"This is the second time you got your ass whooped. I hoped you enjoyed it."
"You're dead to me."
"Excuse me while I go cry."
Jack yelled, "Shut up, Sawyer."
"What you're taking his side? How predictable, doc."
"I don't even know what the argument is about. So fill me in."
Michael shook off Jack's arm that was holding him back. He was calm now. "Sawyer, before Walt was taken decided it was best to shoot off the flare gun. When they came around it was the others. They took Walt."
"Well excuse me. I thought you wanted off this island. I saw something on Ahab's radar and I suggested we use the flare gun. I didn't know."
"It was impossible for Sawyer to know, Michael." Locke spoke up.
"See I ain't so evil after all."
"Well I can't also help to think he's evil cause he's sleeping with the enemy." He pointed towards Abigail again.
"I ain't sleeping with her, alright. I didn't even know she was an 'other' until Locke told me. And when did you become the love doctor of the island?"
"I call it how I see it." Michael walked away and headed in the jungle. He was tired of arguing. Save this fight for another day he told himself. Another day.