F3 - Camp - Sawyer's Shelter

[Hollywood Heidi]

Sawyer's Shelter

Sawyer's Shelter. Inside the shelter only. Formerly Jack's shelter and infirmary but taken over by Sawyer when Jack moved to caves

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Location found in box F3 below:

Each box is 3 miles by 3 miles. It takes an hour to walk 3 miles. But also keep in mind that hiking (like that really steep hill to get to higher ground) will take a heck of a lot longer and that if you're running (like from some jungle thing), that you'll get somewhere faster.

[Hollywood Heidi]

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Day 10

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[Ariel]

Jack sauntered slowly but surely up to Sawyer's shelter. Noticing Sayid's arrival in the nearby distance, Jack made eye contact and nodded. At his wits end, Jack enlisted Sayid's help to get the asthma medicine from Sawyer. A stern feeling churned in Jack's stomach as he knew that Kate was going to hate what they were about to do. But it had to be done the hard way. The two men approached the outside of Sawyer's tent, face to face. Jack eyeballed the metal pipe Sayid held between his hands, then up at Sayid.

"Ready?"

Sayid nodded, "I've been waiting for this moment for quite some time. Sawyer needs to be brought down."

Jack looked at the entrance of the tent, wanting to get the act over and done with, "Let's just do this quick."

Jack and Sayid enter the tent, meeting Sawyer who was fast asleep in a mid day nap.

[DarkSideCookie]

Sawyer was still fast asleep when Jack and Sayid entered his tent. If he knew there would come a time people were actually going off on him, he would have set up some traps of sorts. And this time he even wouldn't be able to serve with what they thought him to hoard. But how should they know anyway?

Sawyer didn't sleep very deep since the day he had had to watch his mother's life dissipating out of her eyes, so that already their faint voices sounding from outside the tent managed to partially wake him up.

"... what the...?", Sawyer just started to produce words, not getting more than a momentary glance through his squinting eyes at the intruders, when suddenly a dull pain on his head sent him right back to sleep.

[Ariel]

"Good morning," Crouched next to Sawyer, Sayid uttered those two words to the island pretty boy before knocking him out cold with the metal pipe. He didn't want to wait around for Sawyer to come to and look for a fight out of this. 

"It is done," Sayid poked his head out from the shelter to Jack, and on that note Jack quickly flocked inside. The two men emerged from the shelter, one on each side of Sawyer as they dragged him out into the camp.

***Jack and Sayid exit to area of survivor's camp***

[Ariel]

*** Linda enters from beach and shore ***

Peering left then right over her shoulders, Linda discreetly made her way into the pack rat's stash. Linda wasn't sure why she was attempting to be sneaky, as she highly doubted no one cared that she was looking through stuff that wasn't even Sawyer's to begin with. Perhaps she was just paranoid of Sawyer's surprise appearance back at the shelter, as they weren't particularly the best of buddies in the first place. Though from the chatter about the camp, Sawyer wouldn't be back for a while. Linda hoped.

[The Jester Of Tortuga]

***Stu enters from the camp***

After slowly sneaking up to Sawyer's Shelter and giving it enough time he quietly slid in and watched Linda as she looked around the shedlike shelter. He couldn't help but oogle her body, to be fair he could very easily help that but where would the fun in that be. One thing he couldn't help however was the way she seemed to work the islands wear on her, it was sexy in a rough, rugged survivalist way and he dug it.

"Catching the pretty blonde in the act of stealing, ya know I am pretty sure this is how every other Penthouse Forum entry begins."

[Ariel]

Linda grunted lightly as she shoved a massive mound of clothing articles to the side, revealing a cleaning bucket from the plane. "Perfect," Linda whispered to herself as she grinned proudly at her discovery. Reaching forward to begin to empty the bucket for her use, she was unaware of the body behind her watching her in silent amusement.

"Catching the pretty blonde in the act of stealing, ya know I am pretty sure this is how every other Penthouse Forum entry begins."

Gasping, Linda whipped her body around to discover who it was that had been watching her as she dropped the bucket on the ground in her frightened process. "Shit, it's just you. I thought you were...nevermind," Linda sighed with relief as she took this moment to catch her bearings, "Stalking me now, are you?" Linda allowed the corner of her lips to purse in a slight grin as she joked of suspicion. 

[The Jester Of Tortuga]

"Shit, it's just you. I thought you were...nevermind,""Stalking me now, are you?"

"Just me? Not sure my ego can take another hit like that."

Stu nonchalantly strolled towards Linda,

"Stalking? I like to think of it as people watching..."

Stu bent down and picked up the bucket that Linda had dropped before standing back up and offering it to her.

"Just happens to be you, mostly." he teased with a sly grin on his face.

[Ariel]

"Stalking? I like to think of it as people watching..." "Just happens to be you, mostly."

Linda accepted the bucket back into her hands, "Thanks," She grinned as she peered down at the bucket in her hands before returning a slightly panicked gaze back up to him, "It's not what it looks like you know, most of this stuff he has in here is stolen anyways," Linda proclaimed in her defense, hoping she wouldn't get found out.

[The Jester Of Tortuga]

"It's not what it looks like you know, most of this stuff he has in here is stolen anyways,"

"Is that so? Cause it looks like you're in here stealing from Sawyer?"

Stu looked around at all the items Sawyer had pilfered during his time on the Island it sure was a collection and Linda was right most of it wasn't his.

"Am I wrong?" a devilish smile spread across his face, he didn't really care that Linda was taking a bucket from Sawyer, though he did wish she wear stealing something a tad more exciting. But she was clearly worried about him walking in on her. "Please tell me if I am as I am more than willing to hear your side of it before informing him." That was a blatant lie he had zero interest in telling Sawyer but Stu hoped his poker face was good enough that Linda couldn't see through it.

[Ariel]

"Am I wrong?" "Please tell me if I am as I am more than willing to hear your side of it before informing him."

Linda stood before Stu as she narrowed in on his steel face that he tried a little hard to compose before cracking a slight grin herself, "Now I can see why you don't play professional poker from where you're from," Linda remarked before shrugging her shoulders, "Your game face sucks. Sorry not sorry," Linda tussled lightly as she turned her attention back to her intentions of taking the bucket, "A few of us are going to take our best shot at spearing some fish for lunch. It has potential to be fun, I guess. You are welcome to join too...ya know, if you think you can handle it." With a playful wink, she took the bucket and walked past Stu and out of the tent, in hopes that he would follow and participate in the fun. They all needed something lighthearted in their lives at this rate.

*** Linda exits ***

[Hollywood Heidi]

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A couple hours have gone by.

Mid-day has passed.

It is now late afternoon.

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[Hollywood Heidi]

For the past couple hours, Kate sat on the crate beside Sawyer's makeshift bed, taking on nursing duty despite everything he'd said and done to her. He was still, yet breathing steadily. A glance every now and again at the bandage proved that the wound remained closed and the stitching intact, mostly thanks to the fact he'd remained relatively still. The white corner of something was poking out of his jean pocket and Kate had recognized it as the letter. Checking once more to be sure he was still, she gently pulled the envelope free, pulling the letter out and setting the envelope to rest on her lap.

His deep sleep allowed her over an hour to study the letter without interruption. She poured over it, once, twice, ten times, perhaps even twenty. Something wasn't right about it. There'd been something she was missing and it bothered her to the point that she couldn't let it go until she figured it out.

Finally, there was a point of frustration where the envelope that she'd placed in her lap and caught her eye. Deciding to take a break from the letter itself, she'd picked up the envelope and studied it. It wasn't until she'd casually flipped it over and saw the seal on the back that everything began to click into place. 'America's Bicentennial, Knoxville, Tennessee 1976'.

This letter wasn't written to Sawyer. Yes, it was written to a Sawyer, but not the one who lay before her. This letter had been written by the Sawyer before her. Placing the envelope back in her lap, she picked up the letter once again and read it with a new understanding. It shone a completely new light on the infuriating man who gave everyone hell. He held so much pain and rage and it seemed he'd turned some of that rage in on himself. Why else would he not only claim that the letter was written to him but had also taken on the name of the man who'd created that pain and rage in the little boy who'd written this?

Despite everything he'd done and said to her, she felt sorry for that little boy and for the man he'd become, no doubt steered in the direction of who he'd become because of what had happened.

Sawyer began to stir and come to. Kate let the letter rest on her lap with the envelope. "You're lucky to be alive," she said, watching as his eyes finally began to open.

[DarkSideCookie]

Eventually, Sawyer awakened from his unconsciousness which at some point had merged into just a deep sleep to get his body recovered from all the loss of blood. Although Sayid and he weren't exactly best friends, he knew that everything that had happened to him was chiefly his own deserts. But did that fact make him feel any worse? Not a bit. In fact, it was neither here nor there.

"You're lucky to be alive,", he suddenly heard Kate saying close to him.

Sawyer's eyes were wandering past her before he just asked: "Jack?" Freckles and the Doc were the last persons he had seen before he blacked out. And here was she.

[Hollywood Heidi]

"Went to the caves to check on Shannon," she answered smoothly and dismissively, her eyes only fleetingly going to him before returning to something in her lap. For the first time, Kate felt she was on even ground with Sawyer's tactics. She had a new understanding of the island's resident pain-in-the-ass that came with some relief for the moments she found herself feeling an attraction toward a man who wasn't the full out monster he was trying to make himself out to be.

Kate held up his letter, her voice reflecting the annoyance and frustration on her face. "I read it again, and then again, because I've been trying to figure out why you beat up Boone instead of just telling him you didn't have his sister's medication. Why you pretended to have it anyway. The thing that I keep coming back around to is that you want to be hated." She glanced down, picking up the envelope now. Her demeanor softening. "Then I looked at the envelope -- 'America's bicentennial, Knoxville, TN'," she read. Her eyes returned to Sawyer. "You were just a kid, 8 maybe 9 years old."

Sawyer attempted to interject but Kate kept going. "This letter wasn't written to you. You wrote this letter. Your name's not Sawyer, is it?" she asked, hoping that her revelation and calm openness would crack that hard shell around him enough to get him to open up.

[DarkSideCookie]

When Kate suddenly held up the letter, his letter, Sawyer's gaze turned upwards for a moment. He wasn't looking forward to this confrontation, even tried to interject at some point, but if that was what Kate thought would their relationship give the final straw, then he was ready for it.

"It was his name.", Sawyer eventually said, slowly speaking. "He was a confidence man. Romanced my momma to get to the money, wiped them out clean, left a mess behind. So I wrote that letter. I wrote it knowing one day I'd find him. But that ain't the sad part. When I was 19, I needed 6 grand to pay these guys off I was in trouble with. So I found a pretty lady with a dumb husband who had some money. And I got them to give it to me. How's that for a tragedy? I became the man I was hunting. Became Sawyer."

Sawyer's head turned in Kate's direction once again, a hard expression on his features, as he grabbed the letter from her. "Don't you feel sorry for me... Get the hell out." And then, after a little pause of silently watching Kate, he raised his voice against her to make clear he was very serious about this. She had asked her questions and he had given her his answers. The interrogation was over. "Get out!"

[Hollywood Heidi]

Kate found herself completely drawn in to his story, studying the emotions that passed over his face as he stared off into the distance and took himself to another place and time. She listened intently, her expression turning pained and sorrowful as things started to become so clear. The image of the man before her, the pain in the ass enigma who'd seemed to run on the grief he caused others, was transforming into a real human being who possessed more grief than he could ever hope to instill in others.


"...How's that for a tragedy? I became the man I was hunting. Became Sawyer."

He pulled himself from the past and turned his gaze back on her. For the smallest moment, she felt the shared connection of a soul who'd gone through things no child should ever go through. But the moment was shattered when he suddenly lunged and tore the letter from her hands.


"Don't you feel sorry for me... Get the hell out."

Kate sat in stunned silence, unable to grasp for words when so much of her own painful childhood was brought to the surface with the revelation of his. She finally came around enough to remind herself that the feeling of a shared experience was one-sided. Kate was nowhere near opening up about her own past so how could she argue that it wasn't pity, it was empathy?


"Get out!"

His shout jerked her out of her stupor. Without hesitation, she took the offered escape and silently walked out of his shelter, doing what she did best; running away from the threat of an emotional connection.


***Kate exits to G3 - Beach and Shore***

[DarkSideCookie]

His gaze was already turned elsewhere, somewhere between the letter in his hands and the past it had brought up again when Kate did as she had been told. Getting out.

Sawyer was so used that people came up with either pity or, when it was about him, more likely lack of understanding at all, that he didn't even consider it could have been something different written on Kate's face.

He clenched the letter in his hands. Now someone knew his little secret. So what? Would that fact cause anyone to look different at him? That had never been his intention anyway.


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[Hollywood Heidi]

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Day 12

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[Ariel]

Jack hadn't slept a single moment last night on the beach, for every time he closed his eyes, his father was there. Wordless and silent, yet his presence began to haunt Jack once again. Jack was completely at a loss for a rhyme or reason as to why this was happening and how any of this was even possible. He had honestly thought that he had seen the unexplainable before, yet nothing could compare to what he saw in the jungle last night.

FATE...but what did this all mean?

Although slightly distracted, Jack allowed himself to remain present as he unwillingly attended to Sawyer's bandaged wound. Not that he really wanted to, yet he felt that it was his duty as a medical professional to keep Sawyer somewhat alive and clear of infection, and without much warning Jack grabbed onto the old bandage on Sawyer's skin and ripped it clean off.

[DarkSideCookie]

"Argh...", Sawyer cried out in pain as he wasn't expecting to get doctored by Hannibal Lecter this morning. "Why, thank you for going so easy on me."

While Jack was continuing to silently change the bandage on him, Sawyer eyed him with an upcoming curiosity before eventually giving voice to his thoughts. "Wow, Jack, you look god-awful. And this is coming from a guy who almost got rent by a ruthless Iraqi."

[Ariel]

"Argh...",  "Why, thank you for going so easy on me."


"The sooner you quit complaining, the faster I can get this done. Now hold still dammit," Jack spoke firm yet remained calm as Sawyer tested his patience. Cleansing Sawyer's wound, Jack tossed the old bandage and began to prepare a fresh one as Sawyer kept running his mouth.

"Wow, Jack, you look god-awful. And this is coming from a guy who almost got rent by a ruthless Iraqi."


"Look," Jack sighed as he picked up the bandage strip and began applying it carefully to the wound on Sawyer's arm, "The only reason why I'm here doing this for you right now is because no one else here wants anything to do with you. You wanna be an asshole about it? Then you can change your own damn bandages next time." Jack refrained from making eye contact with Sawyer, in fear of losing his temper if he had to make contact with the stupid smug on his face. Jack put the finishing touches on the clean bandage before making a final inspection, "Keep it clean, and don't get it wet."

[DarkSideCookie]

"Look,""The only reason why I'm here doing this for you right now is because no one else here wants anything to do with you. You wanna be an asshole about it? Then you can change your own damn bandages next time."

For once, on Sawyer's features, the smug wasn't growing but instead even dying this time. Maybe it was because of the lack of fun it would mean with Jack not seeing it anyway or maybe it rather was because there was something on Jack's features that made him truly wonder. As if something would have changed or happened.

"Keep it clean, and don't get it wet.", Jack eventually spoke up again as he had finished putting the clean bandage around his wound.

"What's happened, Jack?", Sawyer suddenly asked, trying to get the doctor's full attention for the first time this morning. And for once there was actually no pinch of scorn in his voice.

[Ariel]

"What's happened, Jack?"

"So what, you're the island shrink, now?" Jack snickered, as he knew that the question had nothing to do with the concern of Jack's well being. Sawyer always had some sort of agenda, and Jack wasn't going to allow himself to confide in the very person who could take Jack's words and use them for his own selfish benefits, "You're going to have to do better than that to make me believe that you care about anyone other than yourself, Sawyer."

[DarkSideCookie]

"So what, you're the island shrink, now?" Sawyer inwardly rolled his eyes. So Jack was a little bitch, huh? Well, if he wanted to keep it to himself, fine with Sawyer. Not that the doc's well being would have been the reason for his question anyway but instead rather the level of this island's craziness. "You're going to have to do better than that to make me believe that you care about anyone other than yourself, Sawyer."

"Well, Jack, at least I don't waste my time tryin' to fix everything and everyone except myself. And screwin' it up for that matter.", he answered with all of his usual scorn and even more of it back. Jack was just so annoyingly playing the good-hearted hero that he seemed to not even see how this was affecting himself. Not that Sawyer would care but he just had enough of this priggery.

[Ariel]

"Well, Jack, at least I don't waste my time tryin' to fix everything and everyone except myself. And screwin' it up for that matter."



Jack was only half listening to what insult Sawyer came up for him next as he peered out of the opening of the tent. In the distance he caught a glimpse of Kate heading over to speak with Spencer, only she had a packed bag in her possession. Jack grew concerned, as it looked like Kate was headed back into the jungle - but why? Did she know something he didn't? Jack had to find out.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, Sawyer," Jack threw a glance back at the bandaged wise guy as he quickly collected his medical supplies back into his bag and headed out of the tent in the direction of Kate and Spencer.

*Jack exits*

[DarkSideCookie]

"Whatever helps you sleep at night, Sawyer,"

Sawyer didn't say anything to that. This conversation was over and hadn't get anyone anywhere. Jack would continue being the self-sacrificing hero who tried so hard to fix things and Sawyer would continue being the island's asshole who didn't care for anyone than himself. But seriously, who would feel better at the end of the day? Certainly not Jack.

Sawyer leaned his head back with a sigh when suddenly his eyes caught a glimpse through the opening of his tent, seeing Jack walking towards Kate with a packed bag in her hands.

"Come on, doc, go and fix it...", he whispered with a sardonic grin.

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[Hollywood Heidi]

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Late morning and the rest of the day passes.

It is now late evening. Most people have already settled down for the night.

The crew from the main survivors who trekked out to the cockpit decided to camp there until morning and a group of Others is descending upon the Tailies' camp.

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[DarkSideCookie]

Sawyer had been dozing off every once in a while since he was laying here like totally useless. Well, it was an indisputable fact that he hadn't been useful a lot, in terms of the general public interest that was, already before, but what actually was annoying him was that now it looked like he was owing Jack something. He hadn't asked to become his patient though. When would Jack learn that there were things that don't have to get fixed, or rather people that don't want to get fixed.

A quiet groaning left his lips when Sawyer turned himself around. He was tired of just laying here. Also, he wondered where Kate and Jack had been heading to, as it had looked like they'd packed stuff for a longer trip. Not that he would care.

Once again he glanced through the opening of his tent, realizing that it was already late evening. With another sigh, his head fell back on the makeshift pillow. It looked like he was stuck here for at least another night...


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