Title: Hydra

Author: Crimson Coin

Rating: T … not quite R but it's romance so things may get a little steamy

Pairing: Juliet/Sawyer

Disclaimer: I don't own Lost or these characters. I just like to borrow them to have a little fun.

Summary: Dharma time story about how Juliet and Sawyer became a couple.

Note: This story is based on a suggestion from tntlostfan for a one shot. It's going to be multiple chapters because, well the ideas just started coming! So I hope I'm forgiven, tntlostfan. But I promise, you'll have your idea in the story.

Sawyer sat behind the driver's seat of the van as he drove Horace to 'The Flame' station. He turned the headlights to the highest brightness as he sped along the bumpy and uneven road. His right hand tapped quickly and rhythmically on the wheel. Stamping on the clutch, he switched the gears.

Horace glanced beside him, observing. "Are you alright, Jim? You've been unusually frustrated and stressed lately."

"Just peachy, boss."

"Are you sure? If something is wrong, you can tell me. Are things alright at home?"

Sawyer shifted gears again, roughly. The van lurched in protest but continued on. "Could be better."

Horace glanced out the window at the racing scenery. "You're going a bit fast on this road in the dark, Jim. Be careful."

"I just wanna get to 'The Flame' so we can get back as soon as damn possible."

"We may not be returning tonight depending on the emergency. There may be hostiles."

Sawyer eyed the man at his side. "There better be. Because if someone isn't dead, dying or shot I'm gonna be pretty pissed."

Horace slowly shook his head. "You know, I would hope you truly don't mean that. We don't want to see anyone hurt."

Sawyer pressed on the break just outside the station and draped his arms over the wheel. He turned slightly to face Horace. "I was about to get laid. And God help whoever is in there, if this is somethin' stupid."

"I'm sure it's not." Horace handed a pistol to Sawyer then grabbed the rifle from the backseat of the van. "Be careful, Jim."

Sawyer glanced to his pistol then to Horace. "So you're going first."

"No, why would you think that?"

"Cuz ya took the big gun, H." Sawyer snatched the rifle then handed Horace the pistol. Opening the driver side door, he glanced outside, eyes searching the area surrounding the station.

Eyes narrowed, he held the gun, ready, the butt pressed into his shoulder, though he kept the barrel pointed to the ground. He neared the station and quickly pushed his back into the side of the building, peering around the edge at the front entrance. Quiet.

Horace stood beside him, a look of uncertainty on his face. "What is it?"

"Too quiet." Sawyer answered and cocked his rifle, readying the bullet in the chamber. He raised the rifle and pointed it around the corner of the building, aiming carefully as he slowly crept to the door of the station.

The door ajar, Sawyer hesitated, peering through the crack. Men's voice echoed inside, joking, jesting and laughing. Clenching his teeth, he shoved through the front door. The wood door flew open, cracking at the jarring impact.

Three men sitting on the couch jumped, one knocking over a can of Dharma beer. The liquid sloshed out onto the coffee table then dribbled onto the floor. Horace stepped inside behind Sawyer and looked around in confusion. "What's going on here?"

Sawyer ignored them and walked from the common room and through a door to the communications panels. Eyes scanning quickly, he spotted the radio at the far end corner of the room beside the panel. The back broken, he picked up the largest piece and then the battery and back of the radio. Turning on his heels he walked back into the common room, the radio and parts in hand.

Wordlessly, he dropped the radio on the table in the spilt beer then glared at the three slightly inebriated men on the couch. He bit back the sarcastic remarks on his tongue. One of the men leaned forward. "Aw, man. What'd ya do that for? Now we gotta fix it."

Sawyer leaned down slightly, eyes threatening. "Ya needed to fix it anyway when it fell off the panel. What the hell kinda communications hub loses communication?" He turned to the door.

Horace acknowledged the radio then turned to face Sawyer. "Thank you, Jim, for coming to make sure everything was alright."

Sawyer grunted. "I'm taking the van back. And H, you should take theirs. Make the asses walk back in the morning." He didn't wait for a response, storming out of the station and towards the van.

Juliet sat on the sofa in the living room of their house. She curled into the side of the couch, arm resting on the edge, her hand propping up her head. Her hair slightly damp from the shower two hours prior, she reached up with a free hand to rake the tangles from the edges. She read intensely, nearly halfway through the book she began earlier that afternoon. She glanced to the clock hanging in the kitchen.

Sawyer had been gone for nearly three hours. The drive to the Flame station was not necessarily long, however in the dark and wary, she expected the journey to last longer. Clearing her mind of any worry, she looked down at the book again to read.

Near the end of the chapter, footsteps on the front porch distracted her and she glanced up at the door as it opened. Sawyer stormed inside, a look of agitation on his face. He closed the door and met her gaze.

Juliet smirked. "That good, huh? So I take it there are no hostiles?"

"No," he snarled and crouched to untie his boots. "Just three fuck heads being dumb asses."

"That so." She chuckled and slowly closed the book. "What happened?"

"I don't know. Didn't stay to find out. The radio was broken. Looks like it fell off the panel or something and the asses were too busy goofin' off to notice."

"So nobody's hurt?"

"Nope."

"Dead?"

"Nope."

She tilted her head and shifted slightly in her seat. "So there is nothing else to worry about tonight."

He held her eyes and every muscle in his body tightened, clenched in a surge of desire. "Nothing else." He husked and stood, flicking the lock on the front door.

She swallowed hard and after a long tense moment, leapt to her feet and smirked, racing up the stairs. His eyes brightened and he grinned, following her and taking the stairs two at a time. "No more interruptions, Baby." He fiddled with the buttons of his shirt.

Inside the bedroom, Juliet drew the blinds closed and then the curtains, ensuring the room remained dark. He stalked towards her, grabbing her waist and twisting her roughly. His lips crushed to hers.

She hummed in response, eyes falling closed as her arms wound around his neck, fingers lacing through his hair. His hands roamed her back, clinging to her and dragging her flush against him. She moaned softly and shoved the shirt from his shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. His fingers gripped the hem of her shirt and he broke the kiss to pull it over her head.

Her hands cupped his cheeks once freed and she pulled him close again, lips molding to his. He growled his approval and backed her towards the bed. The back of her knees hit the bed and she sat roughly then moved back on the mattress. She panted, swallowing hard to control the blazing emotions and desires pulsing through her body.

He tugged viciously at his belt to loosen it. "Baby, this ain't gonna last long."

"I know," she reached for him, hand sliding along his waist.

He growled in response, crawling onto the bed, hovering over her as he kissed her soundly. She fiddled with his belt and ripped it loose from the loops before dropping it to the floor. His hands matched her eagerness. "I …. I ain't got nothin'. No …" he muttered a curse as her hand pressed against the front of his jeans. "I …"

"I'm on the pill."

"What?"

"I'm on the pill. James, please." She implored him, hands begging, body trembling.

He kissed her soundly, tongue demanding entrance; she matched his passion, his hunger. Knee bent, she planted the heel of one foot into the mattress, guiding him closer to her. He happily obliged, stretching out atop her. Breathless, he broke the kiss and with hazy eyes glanced to the bed stand. He reached out, gripping the cord for the phone and in one forceful tug pulled it from the wall. The plastic plug snapped, breaking.

"Fuck it," He muttered then dropped the cord.

Juliet lifted up slightly and kissed him when his head turned back to her. She smirked into the kiss. "You broke our phone."

"Don't care," he moaned and ducked his head into her throat, lavishing attention to the taut tendons of her neck.

Her eyes fluttered, back arched, and her hand rested on the back of his head as her body pressed into him. "Good."

Expent, Sawyer lay atop her, slicked with sweat and panting, head buried in her throat. His heart rate slowed, his breath calmed and he kissed her neck, licking at the salty sweat from her exertion. His tongue swirled as he nibbled a trail to her ear. "I think," he murmured. "That was the best ten minutes of my life."

Juliet chuckled, stroking his back with soft fingers. "Is that so?"

"Yeah, what you don't agree?"

"It was alright."

He lifted up and glanced down at her, smirking at her sarcastically stoic expression. "Yeah well I say different from how ya trembled about two minutes ago."

Smirking, Juliet tickled a hand up his back to his neck. "I don't think I've ever felt anything like that before."

He matched her smirk. "That's more like it." Leaning down, he kissed her softly, slowly as he eased off of her and stretched out beside her.

She released a slow and steady sigh as she stretched her limbs on the bed, perfectly relaxed and utterly satiated. She glanced towards him as he stretched out atop the sheets with a satisfied grin on his face. Self conscious, she shifted on the bed to reach for the sheet.

He watched her trying to tug the sheet down but he refused to move. "Cold?"

"No, I just don't want to lay here all … exposed."

"Mmm," he nodded slowly and remained in place, the maddening smirk still visible as she tried to tug the sheets from under him. Relenting with a chuckle, he lifted to let her pull the sheets down. He reached over, helping her cover herself with the sheets. "You're on the pill?"

She turned onto her side to face him, head resting comfortably on the plush pillow, her hair fanned out. "Yes. I went two months ago to the doctor to get them. They only had two packages. He said women here don't take them. He sent away on the sub for more to come for me. But I'm the only one right now."

He searched her eyes and though he knew the answer, he posed the question anyway for his own assurances. "Why did you want to go on the pill?"

A single brow arched. "Isn't it obvious?"

He smirked. "Humor me."

She looked past him, over his shoulder at the faded paint on the wall. "I've been thinking about you and this a lot and I figured this is what was going to happen." She motioned to him and then herself with a single hand. "James, women die on this island. I wasn't going to risk getting pregnant here." She smiled sadly. "Things may have been horrible and hopeless but I don't want to die."

"Horrible and hopeless huh? Ya feel that way now?" His eyes narrowed slightly, voice laced with curiosity and masking any uncertainty,

She sighed. "That's not what I mean. I mean before, when I was here. Ben wouldn't let any of the women take birth control. He didn't allow condoms either. Oh, Condoms – by the way – are not here either. Apparently the Dharma Initiative have a Dharma brand everything except condoms. Anyway, Ben wanted the women to get pregnant so that I could find out what was wrong and why they were dying. Instead of just giving them pills so they didn't get pregnant and didn't have to die, he wanted them to get pregnant, knowing they probably would not live past the second trimester. So I made a pill for myself and gave it to some other women that trusted me. But we couldn't tell Ben; he could never find out."

She trailed off a moment and sat up, bringing the sheet with her and holding it in front of her chest. She sat cross legged, staring at him, eyes haunted. "No. He played with their lives and I couldn't save them." She covered her mouth with her hand, pulling on her lips a moment before continuing. "I played god, James. Before I came here, I impregnated a male mouse. I gave my sister a baby. I created life where no life would grow. And they recruited me to come here because I … played God. And I accepted that challenge. I accepted their offer and I came here with … rosy glasses. I guess this is my punishment for that arrogance." She motioned around the room with her hand. "This island where I couldn't play God anymore. I couldn't save them; I couldn't save anyone. Hell, I couldn't even save myself."

She averted her eyes from him again, staring towards the curtain covered window. "Horrible and hopeless? Yes. Yes it was."

Sawyer remained silent a long moment in reflection to her words before finally speaking. "You saved Sun."

Quietly, Juliet met his eyes.

He nodded. "You did. You saved Sun. You found out she was pregnant. You gave her the best news of her life. And you got her off this island. You did. Because you took charge and put her on that first boat to the freighter."

She shook her head. "All the good that did. You said yourself they could be dead."

"Or maybe they're not. Maybe they got off that freighter in time and maybe they were rescued. Maybe they're out there somewhere," he pointed towards the window. "In the real world in their real time and maybe Sun had that baby. That wasn't playing God, Darlin', that was bein' selfless and good and a fuckin' fine doctor." He tilted his head. "Yeah, maybe yer methods weren't exactly kosher. But you did what was best for yer patients. Every … damn … time. Ya ain't God, sweetheart. But that don't mean ya ain't a brilliant and pretty damn amazin' human being." He slowly smirked. "And damn hot too. Don't forget that."

Glassy eyed, she slowly smiled and choked back a laugh.

He reached out to her, calloused fingers slowly brushing her exposed knee peeking out from under the sheet. "And ya ain't gonna die, ok? If ya get pregnant, we just leave the damn island when we gotta leave and then come back, diapers and slobber in toe."

Matching his smile, her one hand secured the sheet at her chest as the other reached down to entwine her fingers with his. "We'd come back to the island after getting off?"

"There's no other way to get back to our time. We gotta. I promised to get ya home. I'm gonna do that."

"Don't go making promises you can't keep."

He chuckled. "I ain't in that habit. But ya said that yer scared to die. So don't be scared. I'm not gonna let that happen, you hear me?"

"James …"

"No, listen," He sat up and reached out to cup her cheek. "I'm not leavin' ya behind. I ain't Jack, ok? You and me. We're in this, alright? And we're gonna get out of this and get home and yer not gonna die, ok? I promise you, I won't let you."

"And what if something separates us and I get stuck here or …"

"That's not gonna happen," he interrupted her. "It's not, cuz we're not getting separated. Live together, die alone, Baby. So we're gonna live together and I sure as hell ain't gonna let you die alone. We'll see this to the end, you got me? No matter what happens."

She searched his eyes, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "I never thought you could be so sentimental, Mr. LaFleur."

"Don't go tellin' anybody," he snarled though his eyes flickered with playful amusement. "I got myself a reputation here."

"I won't," her expression softened and she leaned forward, her lips pursing softly to his. "But don't promise me that I won't die. Remember what Daniel said? Whatever happened, happened. Charlotte died. I could too."

"Don't you say that." He husked and narrowed his eyes. "I'm not gonna let you die. You ain't leavin' me alone on this god damn rock, you hear me?"

"You wouldn't be alone. Miles is here and Jin and if Kate comes back …"

He growled, frustrated and reached for her, quickly dragging her over his body and laying her on her back on the mattress. He hovered over her. "Layin' naked on this bed right now with you and talkin' about Kate is not my idea of pillow talk."

She tensed slightly at his actions but tried to calm when she lay on her back. With two controlled breaths, she relaxed though her fingers clenched his shoulders.

"Let go of her," he demanded, eyes intense on hers. "Cuz she hasn't been in this bed with me the last few weeks. And she sure as hell wasn't in it just before and she ain't now. Stop holdin' her between us or how the hell you expect this to work."

"I can't help it," she admitted and shook her head slowly, staring over his shoulder, unable to meet his eyes. "I remember the way you looked at me when I threatened her. The first time when I held the gun to her head and then the way you'd watch me whenever I was near and she was around. And then on the beach, when I joined your camp." Hesitantly, she stroked the side of his jaw. "You almost have that look now, so angry and tense."

He sighed, willing the tension to flow from his muscles. His shoulders slumped slightly and he closed his eyes, ducking his head; his hair fell into his face.

She brushed his hair back then cupped his cheek to lift his face. She met his eyes this time. "How can I ever forget that intensity you had with her? You would have killed anyone who threatened her, no matter how minute."

"I wouldn't a killed you."

"You say that now, but think James. Think, as I held that gun to her head. If you could have turned that gun you held on me and pulled the trigger before I did, you would have. Without hesitation."

"No."

"Yes," she nodded calmly. "You would have. I think, it's that devotion that attracts me to you." She stroked his stubble covered jaw.

"So it turns you on that I woulda shot ya? Weird, girl. Just weird."

She chuckled softly and slid her fingers through his hair. "It turns me on that you can love so passionately."

"Well, I can do a lot of things passionately."

"I know," she tugged on the back of his neck and her eyes closed when he kissed her.

His lips traveled from her mouth and along her jaw to her ear. "Well, I'm with you now. So that devotion that gets your juices goin'? It's all headed your way." He flicked his tongue at her earlobe then lifted up. "Now I had my fifteen minutes to recharge and am ready for round two. So shut up, woman, and stop thinkin' for a change. You think too damn much."

She shivered at his teasing then smirked, searching his eyes. "Then stop me from thinking, LaFleur, if you think you can."

He ducked his head slightly, smirk in place. "I know I can, Darlin'." He captured her lips.

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