Hey! A SAna chappie coming your way! Lolz!
Btw – don't hate me for the teasers – don't you want updates? Or do you want me to make you wait longer for them. Cos I could just do that and forget about the teasers…
Neways here it is – enjoy!
xXx Tiana
After about 5 shots each, probably more, Ana Lucia thought that it was time to give it up. Grabbing the bottle from where it was placed in front of them, almost buried in the sand that had been kicked around by the two of them, she made to get up.
'Uh uh. Where d'you think you're goin'?' Sawyer asked, grabbing onto her wrist which was holding the vodka. Ana Lucia was surprised that he could put a sentence together without slurring. Maybe it was only 5 shots then.
'I'm gonna put this away before we drink too much. Or even worse, finish it now.' She added at the end. Her words were slurring a bit, but not that much that Sawyer could notice.
'I think that you should rethink this, Rambina.' He said, almost warning her. Ana Lucia just gave him a look. In other words, no. She shook his hand off, and kicked a bit of sand upon him just for fun. As she got of off her knees and stood up, Sawyer responded.
'Look. Just come back here, and sit down, and we'll pretend that that never happen, 'k?' he said, anger seeping into his voice. Although Ana Lucia knew he wasn't being entirely serious, she was afraid of what he meant. But she wasn't gonna let anyone tell her what to do. Not now.
She simply glared at him, bent over and tugged the bottle out and started to walk of. Just as she was about to enter her tent, a quick snap of pain in the middle of her back made her stop and turn.
'Oh, you so did not just do that, you Cowboy!' she said, narrowing her eyes at him shaking her head slightly. The bottle of vodka was now at her side, and she could see that Sawyer was getting his way.
'What?' he asked, innocently. He was now leaning back onto his arms again, but looking her in the eyes.
Ana Lucia picked up the stone that Sawyer had chucked at her and eyed it. It had some blood on it. But I'm not bleeding, am I? Quickly overcome by fright, she dropped the vodka bottle in the sand and reached up her back to see.
As soon as the bottle had hit the sand, Sawyer was on his feet, moving forward for the bottle. Ana Lucia saw the movement to late, and as she reached over for the bottle, he had it in his hands already.
'Haha! Not as fast as you'd like to be, huh sweetheart?' Sawyer teased, stepping backwards with the vodka in his hands, holding it like it were a prized possession. Which it could've been to him.
'Where did you get this from?' Ana Lucia asked, shoving the stone almost into his face. She was getting close to him, but he refused to back up, knowing the tree behind him would make him a prisoner between it and her.
'Don't you 'member?' he asked, cocking his head to the right, a smirk appearing on his face.
'You kept it?' Ana Lucia was surprised, shocked was more like the word. Her eyes grew and Sawyer saw the surprise in her eyes.
'Well, it's here ain't it?'
'Yeah I mean, why?' Ana Lucia had apparently forgotten about the vodka, but Sawyer kept a tight grip on it incase she was using some cop technique to distract him.
'Cos I like it.' He replied sarcastically. 'I dunno. I was out of my mind bein' shot and all 'member? Probably for weapon.'
Ana Lucia chuckled and gazed to her left, out to sea. She remembered that day very well, when she was chuckled onto the pit. They believed her like fools. If only they would believe me now.
Without a second's warning Ana Lucia quickly turned back to face Sawyer and made to grab the vodka bottle again.
However, Sawyer had one of the tightest grips on it, that she was forced backwards, and landed on her back in the sand. All of a sudden, the urge to laugh came upon her, and she lay on her back laughing uncontrollably. It was the drink, or so she put it down to.
Sawyer looked at the girl who was lying in the sand with perplexed eyes. One a moment, he thought that she was going mad, but that thought left him when he saw just how good she looked in the position she was in. instead, he fell to his knees next to her and shook his head.
'Well, I guess you've had too much of this' he said shaking the bottle above her face, as Ana Lucia went to grab it, but missed. 'So I'll just take care of it yeah? I mean, we can't have the only cop here drunk can we now, huh Chica?'
As he made to get up, Ana Lucia grabbed his hand, bringing back a feel of déjà vu.
'Gimme back my bottle.' She said now, trying to keep her laughter under control and sound serious. She wasn't doing a bad job of it either.
'Your bottle? Now, now sweetheart. Finder's keepers. I'm sure you didn't bring this with you on the plane did ya?' when Ana Lucia made no motion as a response he carried on. 'Thought so. So now it's mine.'
They were now both sitting on the sand, facing each other.
'Bastard.' Was all that Ana Lucia said.
Once again, Sawyer shook his head, pretending to be hurt, but the smile on his face contradicted it.
'Tut tut. And I would've let you have some later on. But n-'
Sawyer was cut off by Ana Lucia throwing herself at him, trying to grab the bottle. It's amazing what this girl would do for a bit of drink he thought.
Unfortunately, the attack took Sawyer by surprise that the bottle went flying out of his hands and landed above his head. Ana Lucia was on top of him, so close that she could see into his eyes so clearly. She wanted to lean in, but the moment was gone as soon as she had felt it. She broke away from it immediately.
She looked up towards the jungle, and saw the bottle in the sand near the line which turned the sand into mud. She got off of Sawyer and started to crawl towards it. But something holding onto her leg was stopping her. She looked back and saw Sawyer grabbing her.
'You do not want to do that. Trust me Sawyer.' She warned, giving him a chance to back away. When Sawyer didn't let go, but instead gave her a 'try me' look, me kicked him, which hit his shoulder. He cried out in pain.
'You little, connivin' bitch.' He yelled in pain. But Ana Lucia now had the bottle in her hands, so she was far from caring. But as she went to stand up, and brush the sand off of her trouser, she was shocked at what she saw.
In front of her, standing with his hands crossed and squinting in the sun, Jack stood looking at them. She didn't know how log he had been there for, but the look on his face was less than welcoming. About the way opposite of that.
Sawyer had seen him as well, and had stood up straight, coming up behind Ana Lucia. He gave him a glare of hate, but Jack ignored it. From that, they both knew that he didn't want to be there. Well that was too obvious Sawyer thought.
At last, he met Ana Lucia's eyes. She couldn't help but notice that the softness and the calm in them had now vanished, instead replaced with hate and disgust.
'Has Locke been here?' he asked coldly, not directing the question to anyone.
'No. Why?' Sawyer replied just as coldly.
Jack shifted his position so that he was now ready to head back where he had came from.
'We have to talk. The hatch in ten.' With that he left, obviously knowing that the suspense would bring them there.
Ana Lucia and Sawyer looked at each other. Jack was right. The suspense was gong to bring them there.
So? Was that ok?
I thought I'd take a break from the seriousness.
My new FanFic should be up soon. Tomorrow maybe? Please read it!
But… R&R until then!
xXx Tiana