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toestastegood.livejournal.com posting in slashthedrabble Dec. 16th, 2006 02:15 am)Title: Damn Dogs
Fandom: Lost
Rating: G
Pairing: Jack/Sawyer
Summary: Vincent wrecks Sawyer's tent. Jack laughs about it.
"Michael, what's going on?" Jack asked, but he was unable to take his eyes off the truly bizarre scene in front of him: Sawyer had just sunk to an all-time low. He was fighting with a ten year old.
More important than that, it looked like he was losing.
Jack was too far away to truly be able to make out what they were saying, but it definitely looked like Walt had Sawyer whipped – much to Sawyer's disgruntlement.
Michael shook his head, leaning back against the raft. "Vincent ran off – I think he might've trashed Sawyer's stash."
Despite himself, Jack started to smile. "Sawyer must be annoyed."
Michael shrugged. "Walt can handle him."
Jack nodded, as Walt stubbornly stamped his foot on the sand and Sawyer backed off a step. Even someone who liked to appear as big and mean as Sawyer seemed to cower in the face of a childhood tantrum. Jack couldn't really blame him for that.
But he could tease him for it later that night, when they were alone.
In the meantime, though, he knew he had to go and intervene – before Walt and Vincent managed to get Sawyer to submit and reduce him to tears.
Fandom: Lost
Rating: G
Pairing: Jack/Sawyer
Summary: Vincent wrecks Sawyer's tent. Jack laughs about it.
"Michael, what's going on?" Jack asked, but he was unable to take his eyes off the truly bizarre scene in front of him: Sawyer had just sunk to an all-time low. He was fighting with a ten year old.
More important than that, it looked like he was losing.
Jack was too far away to truly be able to make out what they were saying, but it definitely looked like Walt had Sawyer whipped – much to Sawyer's disgruntlement.
Michael shook his head, leaning back against the raft. "Vincent ran off – I think he might've trashed Sawyer's stash."
Despite himself, Jack started to smile. "Sawyer must be annoyed."
Michael shrugged. "Walt can handle him."
Jack nodded, as Walt stubbornly stamped his foot on the sand and Sawyer backed off a step. Even someone who liked to appear as big and mean as Sawyer seemed to cower in the face of a childhood tantrum. Jack couldn't really blame him for that.
But he could tease him for it later that night, when they were alone.
In the meantime, though, he knew he had to go and intervene – before Walt and Vincent managed to get Sawyer to submit and reduce him to tears.
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*Wipes tears from eyes*
*Snuggles you*