Honestly, you people always have the nicest things to say.
For K.C.M.S. Way to give a good reason for why February is so much longer when it's the shortest month! It definitely made me giggle.
Living the Lie: (February, Last Part.)
February 14,
1975.
She was changing from pajamas to normal clothes after she woke up in the morning. That's when she caught the first good look at herself in the mirror above her dresser. She could handle all of this, right? She could deal with the fact that three days of her life were unknown to her, in which time she'd been shot, fully healed, and then trekked through the jungle with no clear habitual thoughts, where she'd wound up riddling her body with cuts and bruises. She can, she swears to herself that she can.
Blue eyes stared themselves down as she was honed in on herself in the mirror. Looking into those eyes, she felt like it wasn't even her inside anymore. Like something had been taken away from her and replaced with something else, something distant. Unlike yesterday, now she wanted to feel the hysterics, she wanted to feel something. But all she felt was numb.
She very nearly punched the mirror in but she stopped herself. She looked away now, pulling a long-sleeved shirt on and a pair of jeans. All of which cause more then a little discomfort to all the open cuts, but she ignored it as best she could. When she opened the door she wasn't entirely too sure what to think. Because Sawyer was sitting there reading a book. "What are you doing?" she asked instantly.
Sawyer glanced up over his shoulder at her and dog-eared the page before closing his book. He stood up and pulled the chair out of her way. "Told you I'd sit outside your door," he reminded her.
She felt a pang of regret hit her for telling him she didn't want his protection yesterday afternoon and then acting so cold towards him the rest of the evening. Still, she didn't allow her mask to fall again as she studied him cautiously, her head tilted slightly to the side. "Did you sit there all night?" she asked him.
He shrugged slightly in response to that. To be honest, he was more worried about her now that she was back then he had been when she was missing. At how quickly she'd gone from telling him about her life, to holding onto him like her life depended on it, to.. this. To a face that held no feeling in it, a voice that held no emotion. It was like she had reverted back to her old self and he found himself eerily missing the Juliet he'd come to know recently.
"Wanna tell me 'bout that scar?" he questioned, trying to change the subject fairly quickly. And he noticed this time her mask didn't keep. It dropped, and morphed, and something akin to rage formed in it's place. And he realized he's never really seen her look this angry before.
"I don't want to tell you about anything," she answered curtly before turning away and going down the hall.
He was taken aback by her tone almost immediately. What in the hell went on with her out in the jungle? And for the first time he found himself wondering if this was because she couldn't remember, or because she could. He followed after her as she went into the kitchen and was ready to start asking that very question when there was a knock on the door. He made no moves to go and see who stood on the other side of it.
Juliet turned her eyes on him. "Not going to answer it?" she questioned. She watched as he continued to stare at her before she closed the refrigerator door and moved towards the front door. She only stopped when his hand gripped her forearm lightly. "What?"
"Don't hide away again, Juliet.." he told her softly. "You call me James so that I can't hide from you, at least do me the courtesy of doin' the same in return."
Her eyes softened in response to his words. She veiled the emotions immediately though. "Sorry, I'll just call you Sawyer.. wait, or is it Jim.. yes, I'll just call you Jim then," she told him before stepping away and opening the front door. Doing so revealed Miles and Jin holding a plate of french toast and she felt a small smile emerge. "You guys made breakfast?" she questioned curiously.
"Yep," Miles stated, grinning at her. He took the time to look over her appearance and he could see she was hiding any blemishes to her skin under all the clothing. "Good excuse to check on you," he admitted.
"We.. were worried," Jin added.
She stepped aside to let the two men inside the house. She glanced back at Sawyer and noticed he was now looking anywhere but at her. She felt bad, having said what she did to him. "I already ate, but I appreciate it nonetheless," she informed them, her eyes daring Sawyer to tell them she was lying. "I was heading to Amy's, but.. I don't think.." she paused. "I don't believe Jim ate yet." And it sounded weird, even to her own ears.
Jin and Miles both watched as she walked out and closed the door behind her.
Miles stared over at Sawyer now who was just looking at the ground. He almost asked if he said something stupid to her again. Almost. But he didn't. Instead he put the plate of french toast on the table and took a seat. "Sorry man.." he mumbled out the apology. "About.. you know, yesterday."
Sawyer nodded his head slightly and glanced out the window. "Don't blame ya'," he admitted with a shrug. "I'd've thought the same damn thing if I were you." He froze, watching as Roger the dipshit got in Juliet's path. And he noticed just from the way her body was positioned she was extremely uncomfortable with the conversation that was now transpiring. "I'll be back.." he muttered. And he was out the front door in an instant.
"I thought I'd see how you were doing," Roger told her with a smile, holding out a small bunch of flowers. "Maybe see if you wanted to have a Valentines Day dinner?"
Juliet shrunk away slightly and tried her best not to gag at the thought. "I can't take those, Roger.." she assured him the the bravest tone she could manage at the moment. She could see little Ben watching from the window of their living room. It made her think about taking a run into the jungle. And suddenly she felt a little dizzy, thought she saw herself running from something in her mind's eyes. She swayed a little and felt herself being steadied from behind.
She dared to look back at who it was and saw Sawyer who was glaring at Roger. She watched as his eyes came to rest on her and she felt like she lost the words to speak. Whispers, running, running, a tower of smoke, branches hitting her, tripping and falling, getting up and doing it all again.
"You alright, sweetheart?" he questioned, adding in the fake tone of endearment for show to Roger.
"James.." she muttered. And everything was spinning around and she really felt like she was going to throw up.
"Sonuvabitch," he growled out, pulling her into his arms. He noticed Horace and Amy running over but he didn't care about that. He immediately turned the anger onto Roger. "What the hell did ya' do to her?" he asked immediately.
Roger waved his hands in front of him. "I didn't do anything!" he answered. "We were just talking!" he swore.
Miles and Jin were running over now as well.
"What's going on?" Horace questioned the men immediately. He tossed a worried glance at Juliet who was holding her head with both of her hands.
Sawyer didn't give it a second thought. He gave Juliet a push into Miles' arms. "Take 'er back to the house," he told him. He watched as Miles and Jin both led the swaying blonde back to the house and he turned back to Roger, shoving him backwards and nearly knocking him off his feet. "You did somethin', what the hell did you do?!"
Horace intervened quickly, getting between the two men. "Jim stop, stop!" he told him quickly. He turned to look at Roger. "Tell me what happened."
"I was just talking to her, I swear," Roger told him. "Then she just started acting funny and then he showed up, I didn't do anything!"
Horace quickly dismissed Roger before looking at Sawyer. "Calm down, Jim.." he said gently. "I know what happened scared the crap out of you, it's scared everyone, but you can't take it out on Roger," he pointed out.
"JIM!"
Sawyer and Horace turned almost immediately to the sound of Jin's voice and they looked to see Juliet laying motionless on the front porch with Miles trying to shake her awake. Both men, along with Amy, went running over.
"What the hell happened now?!" Sawyer growled out, shoving his way through to get next to Juliet. He knelt down and looked at her. Her eyes were open, she looked almost catatonic the way she lay there.
"She just dropped, I have no idea!" Miles told him. "She was muttering something about a Richard.. and the hostiles, and smoke."
Horace and Sawyer both locked eyes with each other. Both men appeared to know exactly what she had been talking about.
"Alright.." Sawyer began. "Richard, hostiles.. I get that," he admitted to Horace. He had to lie about this one. "Why exactly would she be muttering about smoke?"
Horace ran his hand over his head and frowned. "We may not have been completely honest about the.. dangers.. on this island," he admitted. "There are some things that are just.. unexplainable."
"Get me a damned jeep," he growled out to Horace. "Me and Richard needa' chat."
Horace made no notion he was going to do any such thing. "Listen to me Jim, you're not thinking clearly," he told the man. And he tried, for several minutes, to talk the man out of whatever he wanted to confront Richard about. "It's a death sentence marching into their territory," he warned him. "We had a reason before, they gave us that when we were searching for her," he explained. "This is a bad idea."
When a jeep pulled up both men looked shocked as Amy got out and handed Sawyer the keys. Neither of them had ever seen her leave.
Sawyer lifted Juliet into his arms and locked eyes with Amy for a moment, showing his gratitude. He rested the blonde on the back seat and froze when Miles took the keys from his hand.
"I'll drive," Miles told him. "You sit in the back with her."
Jin took shotgun, jumping into the passenger's seat.
Horace watched as the men situated themselves in the jeep. He frowned, his eyebrows furrowing and finally he did the only thing that he could. "Be careful."
February 15,
1975.
They hadn't found anyone yet. No one had confronted them. It was just like when they'd been searching for Juliet. If they didn't want to be found, it became ridiculous to even bother.
But Sawyer refused to give up. Somebody in that camp had to know what happened to Juliet. He was positive that if she was mumbling about Richard, the hostiles and the damned smoke monster then something had to have happened involving all three of them.
They were all sitting around a little fire they'd built. Juliet was sitting as well, staring out at absolutely nothing. He didn't even see any remote hint that she was conscious of anything going on and she hadn't spoken a word since they'd begun their trek through the jungle. He'd never seen anything like it. And it was a little while later that she laid down and closed her eyes, so he did the same.
February 16,
1975.
Crunch. Crunch.
He heard it, and he sat up almost immediately. It was just in time to see Juliet stand up and take off into the jungle. "JULIET!" he growled out immediately. He noticed Jin and Miles shoot up and he didn't wait for them. He was following after her immediately. "Juliet!! STOP!" he yelled out, trying to catch up. But damn she was fast, and he was losing her. It was only a moment later when he saw her abrupt stop and he noticed why. Richard had a firm hold on her arms and was holding her still.
Richard glanced up and saw Sawyer stop right next to them. He made sure not to loosen his grasp on the blonde in his arms, even as the two other men came up as well. "I'd ask why you're out here, but I can assume she's the reason."
"What'd you and yer' people do to her, Richard?" Sawyer asked immediately.
"A few days ago I ran into her in the jungle," he admitted. He glanced at the strange look in the blonde's eyes. "She confronted me about something I'll do nearly thirty years from now," he stated. "She disarmed me, one of my people shot her."
Sawyer narrowed his eyes. "So you just bandaged her up and sent her on her way?"
Richard arched an eyebrow. "That's the problem," he answered casually. "I never healed her, I was going to, I was heading towards our temple to do so, but when I took a rest, she disappeared."
"What do you mean, disappeared?" Miles piped up. This story made absolutely no sense.
Richard studied Juliet further. "I'm saying she ran off when I wasn't looking and I couldn't find her," he explained. "Which makes no sense, she should be dead if that's the case," he admitted. "But if you didn't help her, and I didn't.." he trailed off. His eyes widened a little. Before anyone had time to react he took his gun out and pistol-whipped Juliet over the head.
"What the hell're you doin'?!" Sawyer growled out immediately, grabbing hold of Juliet as she fell over.
"Trust me," Richard stated. "That was for our own safety," he assured them. "You'll want to follow me to the temple, now."
Sawyer narrowed his eyes slightly. Something about his tone seemed honest enough. And he didn't want to trust Richard, but he got the feeling he had to. Juliet hadn't been remotely normal since they'd gotten her back. First she had reverted back to her old self and then she'd simply gotten worse. Now she was absolutely losing it. "Fine.. lead the damned way Cover Girl.."
Miles snorted. Even in the situation, he couldn't help it. Richard didn't seem to understand, but Jin seemed to, at least a little. All three men followed after Richard, Sawyer carrying Juliet.
February 17,
1975.
"You're going to want to hand her to me," Richard told Sawyer, holding his arms out for the blonde. He could see the hesitation in the man's eyes but noticed he did as he asked anyways. "Now, you're definitely going to want to stay on that side of this line here," he stated, pointing down at the ash line on the perimeter of the temple. "Just in case."
He watched as all three men eyed him warily. He also watched as they all stepped to the opposite side of the line, the side where the temple lay. "Now James, hold your arms out."
Sawyer arched his eyebrows up immediately.
"We have to do this quickly."
Sawyer did as Richard asked, though he wasn't entirely sure why he had his arms out. "What're you gonna do?" he dared to ask.
"Save her, if it's not too late," Richard answered, not indulging them further. He set Juliet on her feet and watched as her eyes opened, revealing a pair of the bluest eyes he's ever seen. He tried not to give that a second thought as he shoved her over the line. He watched as her body sailed right over the line and into Sawyer's waiting arms. He stepped over the line as well, watching as her body convulsed slightly.
"Hand her over," he told him quickly, and watched as Sawyer did so. He bundled the convulsing blonde into his arms and ran for the temple, ignoring the looks of its inhabitants as he went into the pool-room.
The blonde man in his white tunic stared at him but said nothing, watching as the three other men came running in behind him. He stared at the convulsing body of the blonde woman and reached his arms out for her. The moment she was passed to him the convulsing stopped and he walked into a separate room with her, the door closing behind him.
"What the hell?" Sawyer questioned immediately. "Where's he taking her? What's he doin' to her?" he asked Richard immediately.
Miles and Jin were silent, not sure what they could do in response to all that had happened.
Richard glanced at them all but said nothing to answer the questions, he simply took a seat against the wall.
"What do we do?" Sawyer finally asked.
"Now," Richard conceded. "Now, we wait."
Sawyer didn't like it. But he got the feeling he didn't really have much of a choice. So he took a seat against the wall as well, but near Miles and Jin. The other two men looked just as uncomfortable with this situation as he did, and that, at least, made him feel a little more comfort.
February 19,
1975.
Warmth. Safety. Tingling. That was what she felt when she opened her eyes. She took in her surroundings and sat up slowly, her hand going to her forehead just over her eyes to block out some of the light. Her eyes took a moment to adjust, like she had just spent days in darkness and she realized she had no idea where she was or what had been happening.
"Relax.."
She turned her head immediately and looked at the man that walked towards her. She inched herself backwards, away from him out of reflex and instinct rather then anything else. She didn't really feel all that afraid of him, in fact, she felt sort of serene in his presence. "Who.." and she paused, hearing the raspy sound of her own voice. She continued none the less. "Who are you?"
He smiled, handing her a canteen and watched as she drank from it. "My name, is Jacob," he told her. "I'm sure you've heard of me, if that scar on your back is any indication."
Juliet paused immediately, bringing the canteen away from her lips and staring up into the man's blue eyes.
"Don't worry," he told her. "I know who you are, when you're from," he assured her. "I know what you've done, I know everything."
Juliet stared at him with absolute uncertainty. She'd been questioning this man's existence and she wasn't sure she was ready to believe he was actually real at this point. But here he was. "What happened to me?" she dared to ask.
"Well, what's the last thing that you remember?" Jacob asked her, studying her face. It showed nothing but slight disbelief and he wasn't sure he blamed her for that.
She thought about that. "Being shot.." she replied a moment later. She tried to concentrate on anything afterwards that could have happened, but she found she couldn't think of a single thing.
"I see," Jacob replied in thought. He wondered how she was going to react to what he was about to tell her. "Juliet, that was a week and a half ago."
"What?" she asked immediately. "What do you mean it happened a week and a half ago?" she questioned in disbelief. "What about--" she froze. "James, Jin, Miles, they must wonder where I've been.. have I been here the whole time?"
Jacob smiled at the fact she'd just become more worried about what her friends must be thinking about her disappearance rather then what had happened to her in the passed week and a half. "Calm down," he told her, reaching his hand out and placing it on the side of her face.
And the tranquil sensation that shot through her seemed strange, and she felt eerily peaceful all of the sudden as she stared into Jacob's eyes.
"Your friends are just outside, they, along with Richard, brought you here two days ago," he explained to her. "Now, I need you to remember what happened to you."
She stared at him, unmoving as his other hand came and rested on her forehead. And the next sensation shot through her and she felt her whole body jolt in reaction. And she felt like this was an out of body experience. She was coming in and out of consciousness, hearing bits and pieces of conversation.
"I'll take her to the temple."
"That's impossible. What proof do we have that she's one of ours?"
That was all of the conversation she'd really caught. It had been between Richard and some woman, she wasn't sure who exactly that woman was. She remembered Richard laying her down, sitting down a few feet away and resting his eyes. And she remembered seeing the smoke, towering over her. A moment later she felt herself being dragged, she felt something akin to rage and anger inside of her. And then, nothing for a while. Until she'd gone running through the jungle, branches slapping at her, falling, getting up and repeating this.
She remembered doing that for hours until she'd run straight into Jin, clinging to the man for dear life with fear wracking her body. The fear of whatever was inside of her. The fear of not knowing what was going on. And he'd been there to grab onto and she'd used him as a life-line. She remembered freaking out, being told she'd been gone for days. She remembered pretty much everything, up to the harsh words she'd spoken to Sawyer, then running into Roger. That was where things got fuzzy and darkness set in again.
"You alright, sweetheart?"
Jacob removed his hands and stared at her. "I see.." he muttered, even though she had technically said nothing. "Anything else that's happened in this passed week and a half has not been your doing," he assured her. "That is why you do not remember it."
Juliet studied him carefully, testing the validity of his statement. "I don't understand.." she admitted after a moment.
"Are you sure you want to?" he asked her.
She opened her mouth, but snapped it shut. In truth, she wasn't sure she did want to know. "Will it happen again?" she questioned immediately. That was all she truly needed or wanted to know at this point.
"No," he assured her. He helped her to her feet and reached to open the door but stopped and looked at the woman behind him. "When the day comes that you're ready to know what happened, to understand it, you'll be free to come to me."
Juliet was silent in response to that. She watched as he pushed open the door and stepped out, and she felt a bit of worry about what the three men would do when she stepped out as well. She felt fortunate that it seemed to be late at night and all three men were sleeping. She watched as Jacob confronted Richard and then after several minutes he disappeared back into the room they had just come from. She watched as the door shut behind him and she finally locked eyes with Richard across the room.
"For what it's worth," Richard began in a quiet voice, stepping up beside her. "I apologize for not being able to protect you."
Juliet let that statement run through her head momentarily before she let the realization hit her that he wasn't talking about her getting shot. He was talking about whatever had followed that. She lowered her eyes to the ground for a moment before she brought them back up to his eye-level. "Thank you for trying.." was all she could really come up with in response.
And she took a seat next to Sawyer's sleeping form, not entirely sure why, but she knew it felt safe there. She briefly thought that maybe, just maybe, she was coming to rely on him just a little too much these days. After everything she's put him through, she wondered if she should keep her distance. After all, when she got too close, people died, or left her. It really wasn't safe for him to be too close to her, and it most definitely wasn't safe for her emotions. She had time to figure it it, and so she let herself slide down the wall and she laid down, closing her eyes. Maybe it was all just a really bad dream.
February 20,
1975.
When he woke up, he realized something or somebody was curled up into his side. When he finally dared to look down at whoever it was, the first thing he saw was blonde hair splayed out on his chest. He remained absolutely still for a moment as that protective urge surged through him for nearly the millionth time this month. It's ridiculous, because he should hate her, but five months have shown him that she wasn't that person she had pretended she was.
He should still be offended by her words, about how she had decided she'd rather call him Jim then to let him continue to pry into her life. For whatever reason, he couldn't find it in himself to hold that against her either, not now. There was something a lot more peaceful and serene about her right now then there had been in over a week and a half. He wondered if that meant she was alright now, that she wouldn't go running off in the middle of the night or early mornings.
When somebody sit down on the other side of him, he glanced over at them. It was the same man who had carried her into that room a few days ago.
"She needs you, you know.." Jacob informed him.
"What happened to her?" Sawyer questioned, ignoring the man's previous statement. Mostly because he didn't see Juliet as ever really needing anyone. Then again, maybe that was just him still thinking about the old Juliet. The Other Juliet.
Jacob sighed in response. "When she's ready to know, she'll come ask me," he assured the man. "And after that, when she's ready to tell you, I'm sure she will."
Sawyer narrowed his eyes slightly and watched as the man stood and left again. There was something oddly familiar about him that he just couldn't place. But before he had the chance to ask about that, he felt the blonde shifting. He glanced down to see her eyes opening and now he thought that maybe he should have untangled her from himself. He really didn't want her to start freaking out again.
She was silent for a moment, contemplating what to say to him. Obviously while in her mind she'd been thinking how she should stay away, her body had other plans. She managed to force herself not to blush with the embarrassment. "I didn't mean it.." she informed him, figuring it was probably better to start out with something else. "When I called you Jim, said I didn't want to tell you about anything.." she explained.
Sawyer watched her as she pulled herself off of him finally. He thought about cracking a joke but figured it probably wasn't the best time for that. "It's alright," he assured her.
"Not really.." she corrected him. "Because you were right, I do call you James so that you can't hide away under an alias again," she admitted. "And then you tried to ask me something, and I--" she paused, closing her eyes and leaning her head back against the wall. "That scar is the mark of my betrayal," she finally told him.
He narrowed his eyes almost immediately, staring at her as though she'd lost her mind. "From who? Them?" he questioned, trying to decipher what she meant. "But you never went back there again after you came to the beach, right?"
Juliet glanced over at him. "It was after I shot Danny," she explained. "When I helped you, Kate and Karl escape back to the island," she told him. She put up a hand, stopping him from whatever he was about to say. "And don't apologize for it, because I didn't do it for you, or Kate, or even Karl," she admitted, shaking her head. "I did it for me."
Sawyer tried to understand that, but he wasn't sure he understood what she would get from helping them escape. "How was that for you?"
She arched an eyebrow up slightly. "I tried to tell Danny to let you go, before he found you on the shore," she informed him, closing her eyes. "He wouldn't listen, even though it was Ben's orders, because Jack was refusing to finish the surgery unless you guys were free."
He frowned slightly.
"So.. Ben told me, if I helped you guys escape, if I did that so that Jack would complete the surgery, then he'd let me go home," she blurted out. "They wanted to kill me, eye for an eye and all that.." she muttered. "But Jack, he struck a deal saying that if Ben spared me and let me and Jack leave on the sub, he would take care of Ben until he was better."
Sawyer watched her, obviously remembering all of this a little too keenly. He still felt horrible, even if she had done it for herself.
"Basically, Ben spared me, but ordered me to be marked," she explained to him, opening her eyes but still not looking at him. "You know, I asked Jack to kill Ben in that surgery," she admitted, rubbing her temples with her fingers. "I don't even know what kind of person I've become here when I realize I've stooped to that level.."
He was stunned. She'd asked Jack to do that? She had tried to have Ben killed, and then she had taken to working for him again? Then again, he wasn't sure whose side Juliet was ever really on. "Did you ever have a side?" he dared to ask. "I mean, did you ever really pick one side to join and stick with?"
She finally looked over at him and gave him a half-smile. "I like to think I was on my own side.." she explained with a shrug. "Up until those last few nights on the beach, everything I'd done up to that point had only been for my own benefit. I didn't really care much about anybody else's."
"Until you put everyone else on the zodiac first, and never got on yourself.." Sawyer pointed out, waiting to see how she could possibly reject that and say she'd done it for her own benefit.
Her eyes cast downward almost immediately. "I uh.. I promised Jack I would get everyone onto the freighter.." she explained, running her fingers through her hair. "I guess I did it for him.. I suppose that actually saved my life."
He felt bad for opening that up. He didn't dare say the other possibility. The one that she was leaving out that said.. 'maybe I could have made it home..'.
"Hey!" came Miles' voice. "If you two snuggle-buddies are done, maybe we should head back.." he suggested. "We've uh.. been gone a while."
Juliet felt a smile tugging at her lips and she looked up at Sawyer before glancing over at Miles. She noticed him send a small smile her way and she nodded her head slightly. She watched as he came over and she took the hand he offered to help her get to her feet.
"Glad you're alright," he admitted with a shrug.
"Yeah well.." she chuckled. "I'm sure your french toast sucked anyways.."
Miles gave her a shit-eating grin as Sawyer and Jin both laughed.
February 22,
1975.
When they came back it seemed to surprise everyone. Horace didn't ask where they've been for over a week. He seemed to already know. He shook hands with the three men, sort of envious of the way Sawyer was able to negotiate things out with Richard. When he came to Juliet, he gave the blonde and short and simple hug. "It's good to see you're alright again," he told her.
Sawyer watched as Miles and Jin went into their house and he looked at Horace now. After a few minutes the group of hippies had dissipated and only himself, Amy, Horace and Juliet remained. He took this as a good time to voice his opinion. "Just a side-note H," he began. "When you ask people to join your little community.. tell them everything.." he stated. "Right about now I'm thinkin' I'd rather go home."
Juliet looked at him, surprised by the statement.
Horace seemed slightly surprised as well. "I apologize for that, Jim.." he told the man quickly. "And we'd really like you to stay, but if you don't trust us now, I think I'll understand."
Sawyer said nothing, grasping Juliet's hand in his own and pulling her to their house. He shot her a smile. "Think he believed that?"
Juliet arched both eyebrows in response. "Well I did, so I suppose he probably did as well." She thought about that momentarily and rolled her eyes when she looked down at their hands. "It's no wonder these people think we're.. you know.."
He laughed, he couldn't help himself. But he did release her hand. "Shit happens, Blondie."
"Bite me, James.." she mocked him, heading for the couch.
Sawyer grinned. "You name it, I'll bite it."
She just barely contained the blush.
()()TBC()()
Finally. February comes to an end! I used this as some serious procrastination for my Sociology class. Which is a bad idea, since I now have that class in about an hour. And I've yet to read the chapters.. LOL. The last three weeks its been canceled due to snow. Whoops.. I really should have done the reading by now. Time to practice my powers of skimming..
-Sarah