Title: Passing the Buck
author: jmaria
tth100
prompt: Kit
Crossover fandom: Lost
Characters:
Kit, Sawyer, Hurley
Prompt: 056. Drinking
Word Count:
280
Rating: FR-15
Disclaimer: Joss owns Kit, J.J.
& Damon own Sawyer and Hurley.
Summary: Something to
help wash it away
Set: Southern Comfort - 10
Passing the Buck
Kit had sat apart from everyone that night, distancing herself from what she had learned. The Watcher's Council had made the others, or at least supported them. And in the morning, when Ethan still hadn't gotten what he wanted, he'd killed that poor guy Steve - or was it Scott? So now she found herself standing in front of Sawyer's tent, her arms crossed as she glared down at the man.
"What can I do for you, Kitty cat?" Sawyer grinned up at her.
"I need a stiff drink, and I need one now," Kit snapped, sitting hard on the ground beside him. "And no jokes, or I'll kick you."
"Really? Am I supposed to be scared?"
"If you know what's good for you."
"What'll you give me for it?"
Sawyer smirked at her, and she was sorely tempted to hit him a few times and then stealing his booze. But the ordeal of the night before, and what Ethan had done to that poor guy were enough to send her over the edge.
"My undying devotion," Kit said thickly, tears forming in her eyes. "And I can whittle you something? I don't have anything else, Sawyer."
"Sorry, Kitty cat, I'm fresh out." Sawyer replied, his hand digging through a bag.
"Thanks for nothing."
Kit made her way back over to the fires, anger pounding through her. She barely noticed when Hurley started walking next to her.
"Kit. Kit!" Hurley yelled for the third time.
"Huh? What?"
"I thought you might be thirsty. I, uh - I got some water."
Kit smiled through her tears. It was the type of drink she'd been after, but it hit the spot anyway.