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madwomanwithaboxTitle: No Consequences
Rating: PG for some violence
Pairing: None
Warning: Spoilers for the season finale LIVE TOGETHER, DIE ALONE...originally written for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fandom_muses, the topic: "If you could do one thing and there would be no consequence to doing it, what would you do?"
Completely unbeta'd, so blame me if it sucks. We all need some captive!fic, tho, and since I haven't been writing much fic lately...my SawyerMuse offers this in compensation. See how much I love you guys! ;p
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The bonds at his wrists cut into his skin...but Sawyer had gotten out of stickier situations. Spilling blood, spraining a muscle, snapping a bone or a tendon...he really didn’t give two shits so long as he was doing something to get the four of them the hell outta there...
...make that three.
Sawyer watched as Hurley’s bonds were cut free...then the expression on his face as he looked at them.
All of them.
When his eyes met Sawyer’s for a moment...it hurt. The desperation...the helplessness...it wasn’t just for the Dynamic Duo, but for *him*, too...
He twisted hard at his bonds, feeling the rope cut into his skin, the warmth of his blood...but he could get free. Kill his arms, but he could still hold a gun.
He’d take one, too...right from one of the son of a bitches standing around them. He could already feel the grip in his hand, hear the sound of the shots being fired, feel his fist colliding with that smug son of a bitch’s bruised features until the skin split and the red-black, gelatinous clotted blood sprang free to smear his face and stain Sawyer’s knuckles.
He’d listen to the bone break, and he’d make the broken bastard watch while he and Hurley untied Kate and Jack and left with all their guns. He’d smile...and he wouldn’t be sorry. Not a lick.
And even as he reminded himself that he couldn’t...that there *were* repercussions if he acted, like all four of ‘em being shot dead...Jack was giving Hurley that little nod, permission to go...to leave ‘em. It was best all around...hell, they weren’t careful, they might even somehow go back to get the kid and hurt him. He didn’t wish no harm on the boy, squirt couldn’t help it if his old man was a back-stabbing snake of a motherfucker.
Sawyer’d done some low things before, but this...this even *he* would never do.
Hurley stole one last glance along the line, and Sawyer had to resist the urge to do as Jack had done...after all, wasn’t his right to give no orders.
The Doc was the big hero...Sawyer was just another conquest, just like Freckles.
Another soul in need of saving.
Rating: PG for some violence
Pairing: None
Warning: Spoilers for the season finale LIVE TOGETHER, DIE ALONE...originally written for
fandom_muses, the topic: "If you could do one thing and there would be no consequence to doing it, what would you do?"Completely unbeta'd, so blame me if it sucks. We all need some captive!fic, tho, and since I haven't been writing much fic lately...my SawyerMuse offers this in compensation. See how much I love you guys! ;p
* * * * *
The bonds at his wrists cut into his skin...but Sawyer had gotten out of stickier situations. Spilling blood, spraining a muscle, snapping a bone or a tendon...he really didn’t give two shits so long as he was doing something to get the four of them the hell outta there...
...make that three.
Sawyer watched as Hurley’s bonds were cut free...then the expression on his face as he looked at them.
All of them.
When his eyes met Sawyer’s for a moment...it hurt. The desperation...the helplessness...it wasn’t just for the Dynamic Duo, but for *him*, too...
He twisted hard at his bonds, feeling the rope cut into his skin, the warmth of his blood...but he could get free. Kill his arms, but he could still hold a gun.
He’d take one, too...right from one of the son of a bitches standing around them. He could already feel the grip in his hand, hear the sound of the shots being fired, feel his fist colliding with that smug son of a bitch’s bruised features until the skin split and the red-black, gelatinous clotted blood sprang free to smear his face and stain Sawyer’s knuckles.
He’d listen to the bone break, and he’d make the broken bastard watch while he and Hurley untied Kate and Jack and left with all their guns. He’d smile...and he wouldn’t be sorry. Not a lick.
And even as he reminded himself that he couldn’t...that there *were* repercussions if he acted, like all four of ‘em being shot dead...Jack was giving Hurley that little nod, permission to go...to leave ‘em. It was best all around...hell, they weren’t careful, they might even somehow go back to get the kid and hurt him. He didn’t wish no harm on the boy, squirt couldn’t help it if his old man was a back-stabbing snake of a motherfucker.
Sawyer’d done some low things before, but this...this even *he* would never do.
Hurley stole one last glance along the line, and Sawyer had to resist the urge to do as Jack had done...after all, wasn’t his right to give no orders.
The Doc was the big hero...Sawyer was just another conquest, just like Freckles.
Another soul in need of saving.
