here's V! almost near the end. speaking of V, anyone watching it with Elizabeth Mitchell? Amazing!

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V is for Volatile

She learns pretty quickly first hand how ugly his temper really is.

Horace has dropped them off just outside the fence in a clearing in the jungle, tells them about the training exercise. They have to make their way to the sonic fence, turn it on and find their way back to the barracks. They're paired together and are going first while Miles, Jin and Daniel wait their turn back in the rec centre.

Before Horace takes the van back, he gives them a pair of earplugs and blindfolds to put on and spins them around, tail on the donkey style, and takes off. They can't see which way he goes or hear it and that's when Sawyer begins to get upset.

"What's the point of all this? It ain't like we're ever gonna be out here and can't take care of ourselves," he grumbled, pulling off his blindfold.

Juliet's was already in her pocket and her earplugs were out.

"It's just a test, James, we could do this in no time," she says, looking around them. Sawyer still huffs anyway and starts off in the complete wrong direction.

"James," she calls quietly. When he turns with a glare on his face, she points in the opposite direction.

"I think I know my way around this goddamn jungle Blondie, spent more time trekkin' through it then you, sitting in a cozy house." He shakes his head and goes off in his direction for a few steps. Juliet patiently waits for him to come back, pulling her hair up into a ponytail to get it off her sweaty neck.

"Fine, whatever, let's just get this done," he growls as he comes back and passes her with a hard glare.

Juliet nods and follows him, watching her step and the back of his head alternately. She feels a little hurt at his obvious anger but pushes it aside; she's seen him angry before, been on the receiving end of his glare. It's nothing new. Those three words become her mantra as she follows his stomping steps.

They make it to the fence in no time, Sawyer grumbling the whole way and Juliet staying quiet.

It's the metal grinding and trees breaking that make them stop.

Juliet looks around, taking the last few steps that brings her near to touching Sawyer who is reaching for a gun he doesn't have. She glances at him, back at the trees, feels her stomach clench a little.

"Son of a bitch," he growls, reaching now for Juliet's hand. "Now we'd best get to runnin',"

And they take off, more trees snapping and the unmistakeable sound right behind them; branches hit their skin and they stub toes on rocks and nearly fall way too many times but they make it the last short distance to the fence and skid to a stop on the other side of it. Sawyer is breathing heavily as he drops in front of the keypad, adrenaline making him sloppy. Juliet stands behind him, anxiously watching the trees and him alternatively, not letting her fear show on her blank face.

"Damn, what's the new code? 39756?" He's punching random keys and looking from the key pad to the trees and back again.

Juliet is gripping his shoulder now and her eyes are glued the tree line. "It's 39657."

"No, it ain't, it's 39756," he growls, still jabbing at burrons that don't co-operate. The little console beeps negatively at him and he curses out loud, clenching every muscle in his body.

"657," she bites out, watching as tendrils of black smoke billow from the trees and streak towards them.

"No-," he starts to yell.

She shoves him aside roughly and crouches, punching in the code and falling back onto her elbows as the smoke slams into the sonic fence, its sound echoing seemingly inside her skull. She takes a breath and tries to stop her hands from shaking.

Sawyer is on his feet now, the smoke disappearing into the trees again, and yelling at her, yelling at the smoke, at the trees.

Then he kicks the pillar. The keypad makes a strange sound.

"God damn," he exclaims, dropping down on the grass next to her.

She lays still on her back, looking up at the sky and breathing heavily.

"Don't you ever get mad," he says finally, seemingly calm now. There's annoyance in his voice now and Juliet can sense him trying to get a reaction out of her.

"What's the point?" she replies. Sawyer stands up now, almost leaning over her. Juliet watches him, feeling him glaring at her and knowing what he's trying to do.

"You always been this cold?" he says, anger returning. He's trying to hurt her now and she knows it. It's working. She feels something hot rising in her chest and Juliet knows it's reflecting in her eyes because he seems to pick up steam.

"No," she says. There's an edge to her voice.

"Well then what the hell happened to you?" It's almost teasing, taunting. It hurts. She doesn't know why it does, or why she cares that it does because she never did before, but it stings a little. And makes her mad.

Juliet keeps her mouth shut and pulls herself up, brushing off her clothes. "None of your business," she tries to adopt her careful tone, the one that doesn't let anything slip but warns the other person to drop whatever the hell they're talking about.

"The hell it ain't, Miss Other," he bites off. He watches her clench.

She whirls around and glares down at him. "Stop calling me that." He's called her these names only a handful of times before, each time meant to leave a stinging hurt. She's sick of it.

Sawyer sees he's hit a nerve and stands up now, glad he's finally getting a reaction. "What? An Other? Well you are, ain't you?" He's filled with a bitter satisfaction. He also doesn't see it coming.

Her fist collides with his cheek in a blinding crack of colour that drops him to the ground.

And then she's walking away.

Turns out, her temper is pretty ugly too.

:D i quite enjoyed this chapter.

next parts after finals are over on friday!

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