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stoopbeckSarah made me post this here. Seriously. She totally did. Robyn, this has nothing to do with real life, so... sorry. I promise, my next post will probably be me whining about how much my life sucks. Is that better?
I present to you... a Lost ficlet I wrote as payment for losing a bet to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
shiremint.
“I can’t find any. I think we’re out.” Sayid’s tone was grim.
“No, that’s impossible. No. I know I saw some—We definitely had one more package left…” Jack stopped.
Sayid scowled. “Are you thinking the same thing that I am thinking?”
“Sawyer.”
On another part of the island-- the beach, most likely—
Sawyer was stretched out in the sun, shirt off, eyes squinched shut. A shadow fell across him. He opened his eyes. Staring down at him, twin looks of disapproval written clearly on their faces, were Jack and Sayid. “What can do for you gentlemen? Here to torture me again? Life that boring here on the island of mystery? No pregnant ladies to save, boars to kill?”
“Cut the crap, Sawyer. We know you took ‘em.” Jack was in full Mighty Leader mode.
“Took what?” Sawyer smirked. “And how much is it worth to you?”
Jack and Sayid exchanged looks. They’d give a lot. And Sawyer knew it.
Eleven mangos, two paperbacks, a yo-yo, the last tube of chapstick, and the world’s ugliest pair of sunglasses later…
Jack and Sawyer walked back through the jungle. It had been costly, but the end result had been more than worth it.
Sayid grinned broadly. “Now we have the only package of blueberry muffins on the entire island. Only question is what we’re going to do with them.”
“We?” Jack walked a little faster.
“That’s not very funny, Jack.” Sayid reached for the muffins.
Jack sped up. “Who’s joking?” He took off into the jungle.
“Jack? Jack?! That is not funny!” Sayid ran after him. “Come back here with those! JACK?!”
I present to you... a Lost ficlet I wrote as payment for losing a bet to
shiremint.“I can’t find any. I think we’re out.” Sayid’s tone was grim.
“No, that’s impossible. No. I know I saw some—We definitely had one more package left…” Jack stopped.
Sayid scowled. “Are you thinking the same thing that I am thinking?”
“Sawyer.”
On another part of the island-- the beach, most likely—
Sawyer was stretched out in the sun, shirt off, eyes squinched shut. A shadow fell across him. He opened his eyes. Staring down at him, twin looks of disapproval written clearly on their faces, were Jack and Sayid. “What can do for you gentlemen? Here to torture me again? Life that boring here on the island of mystery? No pregnant ladies to save, boars to kill?”
“Cut the crap, Sawyer. We know you took ‘em.” Jack was in full Mighty Leader mode.
“Took what?” Sawyer smirked. “And how much is it worth to you?”
Jack and Sayid exchanged looks. They’d give a lot. And Sawyer knew it.
Eleven mangos, two paperbacks, a yo-yo, the last tube of chapstick, and the world’s ugliest pair of sunglasses later…
Jack and Sawyer walked back through the jungle. It had been costly, but the end result had been more than worth it.
Sayid grinned broadly. “Now we have the only package of blueberry muffins on the entire island. Only question is what we’re going to do with them.”
“We?” Jack walked a little faster.
“That’s not very funny, Jack.” Sayid reached for the muffins.
Jack sped up. “Who’s joking?” He took off into the jungle.
“Jack? Jack?! That is not funny!” Sayid ran after him. “Come back here with those! JACK?!”
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Date: 2005-03-15 03:48 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-15 04:12 am (UTC)Seriously? I can so see him running off into the woods with all the muffins. Totally.
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Date: 2005-03-15 05:36 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2005-03-15 01:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-03-15 01:29 pm (UTC)It is like a very nice and gentle and heartly hug. A hug as good as a muffin.
*hands you blueberry muffin*
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Date: 2005-03-15 01:31 pm (UTC)I guess I was just rather hungry...
*takes blueberry muffin and huggles you*
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Date: 2005-03-15 01:33 pm (UTC)no subject
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