Disclaimer: I don' own Lost. OH NO! Now I'm gonna cry…
A/N: AH! I did it again! I clicked on Microsoft Word without a clue about what I'm doing! Well, this chapter MIGHT include Sawyer, but I'm not quite so sure, because, well, my ideas vary…I'll have to see…
An Interesting Conversation
It was dark night, when I woke up to see a pair of feet in my direct line of vision. Of course, I was on the defensive, so I scrambled backwards, bumped into the wall of the fuselage and a piece of luggage that hadn't yet been removed was jostled loose from the overhead and fell on my head. I swore loudly, and heard a chuckle coming from up above me. I looked up and saw a tall man with blonde hair, a bit of a scruffy beard, and cute dimples. (a/n: Gypsy/Alex doesn't think those dimples are cute, but I do! ;)
I also registered his smirk and I scowled. "What do you want?" I snarled.
"Ah, I was just talking to Muhammad and he happened to mention the pretty blonde that had helped him with the translations, so I thought I'd come visit said pretty blonde and tell her howdy." The man responded, in a southern drawl.
"Muhammad?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Sayid," the redneck corrected himself.
"Ah, I see, so you were talking to Sayid, he mentioned a blonde French girl and decided to come visit, in the middle of the night?" I asked, just to make sure.
"Yep," The man said, looking glad that I had grasped the fact so quickly.
"Great…Now, who the hell are you?" I asked angrily.
"Sawyer. You should know this already, Princess." Wow, I'd known this guy for ten seconds and he already saw fit to give me a nickname. Jerk.
"It's Alex," I snapped.
"Alex? Isn't that a boy's name?" Sawyer smirked. I could feel myself balling my fists.
"It's short for Alexandra, dumbass."
"I think we better leave the name calling to me Princess." Sawyer said cheekily.
"You really think highly of yourself, don't you Sawyer?" I asked casually.
"Nah, but, you gotta admit Princess, I have the upper hand in this conversation."
"Yes, well, I've been meaning to ask you, have you finished painting that fence of yours Tommy boy?" I asked. Sawyer looked dumbstruck. Ha! Who has the upper hand now!
"It's Sawyer, not Tom," he corrected.
"Whatever," I muttered.
"So, how old are you, Princess?" Sawyer asked me.
"Seventeen. Are you going to put that little bit of info on your new website?" I responded. I could have laughed out loud at Sawyer's expression.
"New website?" Sawyer asked me.
"Yea, 'Hot Girls I Harassed on the Island,'" I responded.
"Are you enjoying yourself?" Sawyer asked furiously.
"Yes, I am. Do all rednecks go that shade when angered?" I continued, for indeed, Sawyer was turning a pleasant shade of red.
Sawyer scowled. "Where do you come from?"
"Oh, gee, I don't know! There's a girl on the island, with a French accent, who helps translate the French on maps. Where do you think I came from Sawyer?" I asked sarcastically.
"Um, France?"
"Wow, and the gold star goes to Sawyer!" I said, again sarcastically. I didn't show it, but I really liked Sawyer. I don't think I could ever live with him, but he really was a laugh, and I could tell the jokes and the sneers were covering up for something. Maybe a troublesome past, a bad relationship, his true feelings for me…or not.
"You're lucky you're a girl," Sawyer said conversationally.
"Yea, and why's that?" I asked.
"Well, no guy could get by with all the sarcasm and jokes that you are."
"Well, I'm glad I'm 'no guy' then." I responded casually.
As I moved closer to Sawyer on my way off to the caves to get some water, I caught sight of a large white bandage on his left shoulder.
"How'd you get that?" I asked, pointing at it.
"I was shot. Why do you want to know?" Sawyer responded, looking slightly suspicious.
"You were shot? And do you mind telling me what you did to offend Sayid?" I was suspicious. I knew Sayid had a case of guns, but I was fairly certain he would never use them unless in an emergence, and Sawyer hardly counted as an emergency.
"Who said it was Sayid?" Sawyer said, definitely suspicious now.
"Oh, do you really expect me to believe it was Claire?" I asked teasingly.
"I got shot when we took the raft on our effort to leave the island." Sawyer sneered.
"Ah, so you got attacked by a killer goldfish did you?" I asked with a straight face.
Sawyer laughed bitterly. "No, the others attacked us the night we left."
I stopped short. Karen had told me of the man that had been shot when they had all gone off to collect Walt.
"I see," I said slowly, but this time not in suspicion or joke but in thought. So this was the man Elliot had prided himself in 'killing.' Now I regretted more than ever staying at the DeGrootes as long as I did. I liked this man, Sawyer. He doesn't seem the type to attack without reason. He was just trying to protect the kid after all. How could something like this happen?
I continued on my path to the caves, and by the time I had reached the beach to help Sayid with the translations again, I knew what I had to do.
It was just the doing it that would be difficult.
A/N: I'm soooooooo sorry! This chapter is WAAAAY shorter than I had originally intended it to be! Well, I KNOW what Gypsy/Alex intends to do! Does anyone else? Hmmm….Of course, you won't know until, like, later! I'm trying to make this story longish. Well, REVIEW! NOW!