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M is for Mine

They've been in the compound 8 days when Miles spots him.

He elbows Sawyer who turns on him in annoyance. "What?"

"Does that kid look familiar to you?" he says, not taking his eyes off of a boy sitting on the swing sets with a book in his lap, glasses sliding down his nose.

Sawyer looks where Miles' gaze is trained and frowns as the boy pushes his glasses up his nose before turning the page of his book.

"No, we're in the goddamn 70's ghost buster; nobody here is gonna be familiar." Sawyer turns away and goes back to filling out forms Horace has given them for medical examinations.

"No, really, that kid looks really familiar; Juliet, look at this kid." Miles is still staring and he nudges Juliet with his foot. They're sitting at a picnic table close to the recreation hall where they're staying and Juliet is filling out her own form while helping Jin with his.

Miles was supposed to be helping Daniel, but the scientist was busy staring resolutely at the wood.

"Hm?" Juliet hums in question without looking up. Miles nudges her again and she looks up.

"Alright, what is it?"

Miles nods at the kid on the swing.

Juliet goes still.

Sawyer can almost feel her stiffen across from him, can almost feel the change in the air. Juliet prays automatically that the boy doesn't look up and see her even though she knows, logically, that he wouldn't know her even if he did.

'You look just like her,' Harper's words zing right across her mind and her head spins a little. She tries to move, to get off the bench and run, but she's rooted to the spot.

"What the hell's your problem?" Sawyer's gruff voice penetrates her focus which has narrowed to that boy on the swing.

His glasses slip down his nose again. He pushes them up into place, looks up and around. Their eyes meet, blue meets blue. He looks away like nothing happened.

She carefully gets up and starts walking towards the building, strides shortening in length and increasing in speed as she gets closer.

"Juliet! Juliet what happened?" Sawyer's calling after her and Miles has finally stopped looking at the boy. He goes after her and bangs up the steps and into the building. Juliet is leaning against the bathroom sink, staring into the mirror when he comes through the door.

"What the hell was that?"

"That was Ben." She answers calmly, even though she knows her arms are shaking and her knees are weak and her knuckles are white from gripping the porcelain.

"What?" Sawyer whips around like he can see the boy through the walls.

Juliet is still looking in the mirror but she closes her eyes and her skin goes pale.

Sawyer finds himself paying attention to the blonde in front of him now. He reaches out to her, but stops himself before his hand makes contact with her tense shoulder.

"Look, I know he ain't the best guy, but he's just a kid now, he ain't gonna hurt us. I mean what could he d-,"

"He told me I was his."

Sawyer bites back on his molars. "What?"

"He told me I was his. He, he's just; he killed someone I cared about. Left him out there in the jungle and then brought me there like, like it was something to see."

Her eyes opened but she wouldn't look in the mirror.

"He said, after everything he'd done to get me here, to keep me here; he asked after all that, how could I not know I was his," her voice lowered to an even murmur, one he strained to hear and wished he hadn't.

Sawyer felt uncomfortable now. But he had her back and she had his. This was included.

Before he could second guess himself, his hand landed on her shoulder and her hand came up to meet it.

They stood like that until Juliet could look in the mirror and meet his eyes.

"How about this, you, Juliet, are one of mine. Not his. You're one of my people. You belong with us, not to him."

Neither knew where that came from, but both accepted it and Juliet smiled a little at him.

"Still, if it's all the same, I'm going to stay in here for a bit,"

Sawyer smirked. "I'll bring in your paperwork. And I'll let you know when the little cretin moves along."

His hand left her shoulder and he went back outside.

She looked up at her reflection and hummed to herself until her muscles unclenched and her fingers uncurled from the curve of the sink.

You can always go, downtown.

so there's M.

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