James "Sawyer" Ford
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Revenge has no more quenching effect on emotions than salt water has on thirst
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Post by James "Sawyer" Ford on Jul 21, 2008 22:06:39 GMT -5
((Completely blanked on a title, so there it be))
Sawyer hadn’t known what to expect when he’d ran off, half cocked, to see Claire at the mental institution, but what he saw definitely hadn’t been it. She was such a tiny thing, probably didn’t weight a hundred pounds soaking wet, yet they had her locked away, drugged up and tied down. It had been a shock, and an image he wasn’t likely to get out of his head for a long while.
She had sounded so weak, so helpless, so confused and just so damn grateful to see her son. God damn Jack. Sawyer wished he would have stuck around earlier and broken more than just the doctor’s ribs. But Jack hadn’t acted alone, and that was what really ate him up inside.
Dammit, Freckles.
He had always known that Kate was willing to do almost anything to get the approval of good ol’ Saint Jack, but he thought she’d draw the line somewhere. Wasn’t betraying someone who was supposed to be her friend, practically destroying her, going a little too far?
Bouncing Aaron gently in his arms as the elevator took them up, Sawyer’s expression was one of anger and accusation. What the hell did she think she was doing? You don’t just take a kid from his mother! If this was some kind of publicity stunt to help her image for when she went to trial....
Stepping out into the hallway, he stopped outside Kate’s door and knocked loudly, Aaron cradled carefully in one arm.
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