Pairing: Charlie/Sawyer, future fic
The sun sets in the West, so once they were rescued Sawyer ran from it – as far and fast as he could. From the sun, from the island, from the past. He just hadn't banked on the past following him, in the shape of a bratty Brit who talked constantly.
"Charlie!" he snapped, as they walked out of the airport and the Tokyo air hit them, along with a busy crowd. They'd met up at baggage control, accidentally – Charlie hadn't stopped talking since.
He stopped at the sound of his name, though. Finally. "What?"
"Stay quiet. Suits you better."
"Piss off."
"You're the one following me, kid - leave me alone if I'm annoying you."
"No." They walked down the crowded steps, crushed in by bodies on all sides. Charlie's guitar, slung over his shoulder, was in danger of bashing someone on the head. Charlie, on the other hand, seemed more in danger of getting swept away by the chattering crowds. He scowled, and grabbed Sawyer's hand – holding on tight. "You and me, mate. We're sticking together."
Sawyer rolled his eyes and held back from telling Charlie that he was an idiot – but he didn't let go of his hand.