Disclaimer: Do i have to tell you guys again that i don't own lost again? Nothing has changed since about 3 days ago when i posted the last chappie...yes, three days ago, i have no life.
Author's Note: OMG i just got a JOB! Working for a company that builds our roads! I can't believe i let my mother guilt me into this. "Don't worry, i'll only be a room away," She says, like that is a GOOD thing! Oh well, so yeah considering i'll be working from 8 in the morning til 5 at night, it might be a LOT longer between chapters. Well, luckily it's only til Dec 22 then i have holidays.
ZELINIA: I like the term review whore too, lol. I hear that Desmond will be back on the show...that's all i am saying. I am quite the Desmond fan...if you haven't noticed. I don't really think that he is crazy, just...well i'd like to see how well people acted if'd THEY'D been stuck in a hatch for three yrs with no more than 108 minutes continuous sleep. Thanks for the lovely review!
Blackcat69: Thanks for checking out my other story (well moreof a chapter that doesn't fit in anywhere)i really appreciate it. There will be more of them soon-ish.
baudelaire7: Thanks, the bickering and sexual innuendo between Morgan and Sawyer is probably my favourite part to write. Desmond may or may not be up to something...i haven't really worked that bit out myself lol.
phoenix inferno: Thanks, yeah i think desmond deserves to be seen as a nice-ish guy. I mean, he hasn't really done any thing bad...except hold Locke at gunpoint i suppose. But hey, then jack, shannon, charlie and kate are all 'bad' too. Maybe it's my infatuation for scottish accents, i'm not sure lol.
Darkblaze666: Haha, you're not much of a fan of Desmond are ya? I think he is great coz if he and Morgan get closer perhaps Sawyer will get a little Jealous...might be a future plot bunny. Haha yey! i can't believe someone actually wants a made up character to hook up with Sawyer, not Kate or something. Go you!
Just a warning, i have NEVER written something even slightly sexual before, so this actually made me giggle when i was typing this...how immature of me, right? Enjoy!
Chapter 11
I gasp.
Someone is touching my arm. I open my eyes and see a figure looming over me. I let out a scream but a hand covers my mouth, muffling the sound. I squint and see a familiar pair of eyes looking at me.
"Shhh! It's me." He uncovers my mouth.
"Sawyer! What are you doing?" I whisper.
He puts his finger to his lips and pulls me up from the ground. He then proceeds to pull me away from our camp. Once we are a safe speaking distance away he stops.
"What're you doing? We can't just…just leave!" I say quietly.
"Why? Why should we wait for him? He's just some guy who captured us, we don't owe him anything," he says bitterly.
"We need to find out where he came from," I insist.
"No! I'll just...you know, shoot him and we can go."
"Sawyer, no!" I can't believe he is being so flippant over killing someone.
"Why not?"
"Because…you can't just, just… kill someone!"
Realization dawns on his face. "Oh I see what it is…you like him."
"What?" I look into his green eyes, and find it strange that he is so clean…he was dirty and bloody mere hours ago.
"You like him. You were all giggly and flirty with him…you do, don't you?"
"What the hell is it to you anyway?" I ask harshly.
"What's it to me? It's disgusting, that's what it is. And I don't want you to act that way around him." He orders, grabbing my shoulders and squeezing hard.
"Excuse me?" I ask in disbelief.
"You heard me." I barely have time to register his words before Sawyer crushes his lips to mine. I gasp in shock and he takes this as an opportunity to slip in his tongue, and after a moment I respond also. When the kiss ends I am breathless, leaning slightly against him. Sawyer bends down and peppers my neck with kisses, and I moan.
"Sawyer…we can't." I protest, whilst undoing his shirt.
He laughs against my neck, his breath sending a thrill through me.
He pulls off his shirt, and I admire his toned bronze chest. His wound is no longer there, but I don't care, all logic has left me by now.
Sawyer pulls my top over my head and continues kissing my neck. My hands skate over his back, and when he bites my neck I gasp and my nails dig into his skin. He reaches behind me and undoes my bra skillfully, letting it fall to the ground. My pulse quickens as he resumes kissing my neck, slowly working his way downwards.
"Morgan," he whispers.
"Oh god," I moan as I shut my eyes.
"Morgan." His voice is firmer now.
"Yes," I say, and I'm not sure if I am answering him or urging him onwards.
"Morgan, get up."
My eyes flutter open and I see Sawyer's smirking face looking down at me.
"Oh god yes what?" He asks, eyebrows raised.
"Excuse me?"
"You were talking in your sleep. You said 'oh god yes' and you were moanin' and stuff. Tell me princess, what exactly were you dreamin' about?" His smirk breaks into a full fledged grin.
"What? Oh, nothing…I can't remember," I lie, trying to hold the blush from creeping to my cheeks.
He laughs. "You were dreamin' about sex, weren't you?"
"No!" I say, a little too quickly.
"Oh my god, you were! Who was the lucky guy?" I must be as red as a tomato, my cheeks are so hot the feel like they're on fire.
"God Sawyer, unlike you, my life doesn't revolve around sex."
"You say that as if it's a bad thing." Sawyer puts on a face of mock astonishment. Or maybe he really is astonished?
"Maybe it is."
"Don't avoid my question…who was the guy?"
My eyes land on Desmond, and I frown, he's still here…he actually kept his word.
"Him? Him!" Sawyer exclaims, following my eyes.
"Huh?" I ask, puzzled. It takes a while to register. Sawyer thinks I mean Desmond! "Oh…so what?"
"So I can't believe you dreamt about you and him doin' it!"
"You have no idea what I was dreaming about, and besides, I can dream of 'doin it' with whoever I want." I top off the statement by planting my hands on my hips.
He smirks. "You know what? I'm gonna tell him."
"You are not."
"Yeah well, not right now, but I will later. My buddy Desmond and I will have a good ol' chat."
I roll my eyes and start packing up my things. I look over to Desmond and see that he is awake. I quickly avert my eyes back to my backpack. What if he had heard and thinks…? Oh well, At least they don't know what I had really dreamt about. Heat rushes to my cheeks again. Damn Sawyer, why the hell does he have that effect on me? He's the most arrogant person I've ever met, plus he's rude, and only cares about himself. I go through all the bad points about Sawyer and try to not think about the dimples he gets when he smirks or how nice he looks under that shirt of his. Oh god, I'm doing it again! Snap out of it!
I growl, disgusted at myself, and throw my backpack to the ground. This catches the attention of both Sawyer and Desmond, who are looking at me curiously.
"What?" I snap. "Well…c'mon, we should get an early start, after all, we probably have a lot of walking to do considering we have no idea where we are or where we need to get to."
Desmond stands up and stretches leisurely. "I see you're in a fine mood this mornin'."
"Well how could I not be when in such wonderful company?" I ask sardonically.
"Thankyou," both men say in unison, both with grins on their faces. Oh joy, Sawyer has a new play friend.
A few minutes later, and a tin of beans between us, and we are ready to set off again. I am about to start walking when I realize I don't know where we are going.
"Alright boys, where do we go from here?"
"To the camp. I thought we'd already agreed on that."
"No, we shouldn't go to the camp. You should follow me, I'll take you to my place. There's food there and electricity and-"
"You're place? What do you mean 'your place'?" I ask, confusion plastered on my face.
"The place I've been living for the last three years. Don't you wanna know where I came from?"
"Wait a second, you're telling me that you've been living here…for three years?" I ask dumbfounded.
"Yeah. I thought the Doctor or box man would've told you."
I look to Sawyer. He seems as confused and astounded as I am.
"Wait, you've met the doc? Jackass?"
"Jack, yeah, that's his name."
"Wait, who is jack? And who is box man? And how the hell have you been living here for three years? And how…how, oh god I need a drink." I put a hand to my head, feeling a headache coming on.
"How the hell do you know Jack?" Sawyer demands.
"I met him once, before I got stuck here. Then yesterday, he comes barging in and asking all these questions…the computer, the button needs to be pushed every 108 minutes, and he didn't believe me, and the computer broke. So I left, and he followed me. That's the last I saw of him."
"Okay, so you weren't on the plane?" I ask, trying to understand all of this.
"No."
"And you've been here for three years?" Sawyer asks skeptically.
"Yeah." Desmond looks at us both with his dark eyes, as if we are the crazy ones.
I shiver.
Who is this guy?
Wow, sorry about the crappy ending. Desmond sounds a bit iffy again, doesn't he? LOL so...how many of you thought Morgan and Sawyer were gonna...'get it on'? Haha, i was tempted to make them,TRUST ME! REVIEW PRETTY PLEASE: P