Hatches and Laundry (Sawyer)

[Ana-Lucia Cortez]

At least there was some sort comfort at having similar items like those that they had back home. Even if it was the hatch, the place that almost gave her chills just because it felt like a tin lunchbox, it still was on some level nice to have a lot of the commodities that they had been lacking for over a month back within range. Like a refrigerator, food that wasn't from a boar or tree, a working toilet and shower, washing machine and dryer things that she never thought that she had taken for granted really.

Of course the hatch still irked Ana-Lucia, thought, tossing a few of her clothes into the washing machine. Putting in the numbers mainly because god forbid they didn't the island would explode or the world would end, whatever John had come up with to persuade them not to let the time tick by and try to see what exactly would happened. He irked her, too. Seemed, okay.... not very normal, but then who was on this island? Certainly not her for that matter, either.

Nudging the door to the washing machine closed then with her hip, she then straightened into a stand and pushed the wash basket against the wall with her foot before she headed out of the small room to the larger enclosure. Jack had come and gone a few minutes ago, and left her in charge of the hatch for her shift and told her he'd be back soon to keep her some company so she wasn't completely bored out of her mind for the next couple hours of her stay. He might have been back sooner or later, considering he was rather unpredictable. Prompt when able to be, but not when he didn't get sidetracked, especially with trying to fix every new problem that seemed to make itself known to him, which was quite often. Damn man liked being Mr. Fix-it, as much as she respected and admired him it grated on her nerves sometimes. Though, he was the only one on the island that truely treated her like a person and not a plague, and trusted her.

Scratching the back of her ear, Ana moved over towards the couch, but not before grabbing at the book that she had been reading. Once in head, she curled up on the couch, resting on her one side as she picked at the bookmark in the book and began to pick up where she had left off. Though, if she had one thing to say about them, was the fact that most of which Author's and novel titles she hadn't heard of before. Publish dates seemed off for their context, themes were not fitty, but they still were a good read, if she could look past all the strangeness.

[James "Sawyer" Ford]

Once again he was the outcast, the one looked at with mistrust and scorn. It was what he had wanted, they had all been getting far too close. For a few days they had all smiled at him, expressed concern over his welfare and happiness over his return. It had been disturbing, but even more disturbing was that he had actually enjoyed it. It had actually struck a chord in his heart that these people cared about him.

And it had terrified him. So now they all hated him again; it was what he had wanted.

So why wasn’t he happy?

Trudging through the jungle, Sawyer paused when he reached the log he had rested on with Kate after his ordeal. For a moment, before they had walked outside, he had felt hope; hope that they had been rescued and she was just pulling his leg. That hope was dashed once they’d stepped outside, but somehow it hadn’t been that bad. In fact, the following few days with her had been... nah, no point thinking about that now.

Opening the door to the hatch, he took a second to compose himself before strolling in. Some poor sap would be sitting around here like a bump on a log, just waiting to push that damn button. Sawyer wouldn’t bother with the place if it didn’t have a whole shelf full of books just waiting to be read. Being ostracised left plenty of time for reading.

Entering the living area, he flashed a grin at Ana-Lucia as he spotted her lounging on the couch.

“Well howdy there, Muchacha,” he drawled. “Never took ya for tha readin’ type. Bored now that ol’ Jacko put tha formin’ of tha fellowship on hold?”

[Ana-Lucia Cortez]

The sound of footsteps alerted Ana to the presence of another person entering the hatch. Who it was, she couldn't have been sure. Jack she supposed, was the first thought to come to mind. He'd said he'd be back, but a trip to the beach and back took longer then the time that he had left. Unless he had to come back... but the footsteps were too heavy, which scratched him out of the equation. Jack's steps were soft, cautious, definitely the opposite of what she was hearing.

Flipping the page, half reading over the words, half concerned with who was entering the hatch until they finally came walking in. Only when the said person spoke and she tried to keep the mild annoyance with the mere presence to a sheer minimal, did she briefly flicker her gaze from the pages. To what pleasure did she owe this visit from the southerner, came the sarcastic nod in her head. Pursing her lips, she kept her attention from looking at him, trying to look nonchalant.

"Bored now that your girlfriend has once more returned to playing nursemaid to the good doctor?" she returned, just the slightest hint of a quirk in her eyebrow towards him, even if she wasn't looking directly towards him. It was a cold reply, she knew, and probably none of her business, but then he deserved it. Afterall, he'd managed to set everyone up against her, almost making her seem that she was plotting on trying to get them to strike at the others. Should have figured it out sooner, his exact plans on what he was doing. Stopped him, but it wasn't like anyone would have sided up and believed her.