Post by James "Sawyer" Ford on Aug 19, 2008 21:08:04 GMT -5
Who would have thought that coming down off a bender would be so hard? After a week of being either drunk or hungover every minute of every day, Sawyer had woken up this morning completely sober for the first time since the island.
Damn, it sucked.
Alright, so it was better than a hangover, but it felt like he was stuck in a thick fog, like he was waking up after a week yet not feeling rested at all. It had only gone downhill from there.
The... ‘talk’ with Jack, and seeing Claire in her current state had affected the southerner greatly. Had he not been so self absorbed, drowning himself in alcohol and self pity, he might have noticed that Claire was on the edge. He might have been able to help, to do something before it got this far. Now the young mother was locked up in the loony bin, separated from her child who was, luckily, too young to know what was going on. Whether the decision was conscious or not, taking Aaron to see Claire, having that child look up at him with large, trusting eyes... Sawyer had made a decision. It was time to do something. There had been times on the Island when the other survivors had looked up to him. That could happen again.
If only it was that simple. He’d had breakfast with Hurley, but the big man kept looking at him the whole time as if Sawyer was going to jump across the table and murder him if he annoyed him. He attempted to mingle with some of the other survivors but they all acted awkward around him, suspicious of this sudden change of heart. It had made for a long day, especially when he gave up early and retreated to his room. He didn’t know what to do with himself there, though. He wanted a drink but stuck to his guns. Instead he flipped aimlessly through the television stations, but the constant news about them quickly pissed him off.
That was when Sun had called. They had had their differences, but she seemed to understand he was attempting to make an honest effort. So it was that as her and Jin headed out for a night on the town, Sawyer himself was left taking care of Aaron.
And he was terrified.
“Come on, kid, quite tha cryin’! Ya been at it for an hour now!” he said in an exasperated tone. In reality it had only been five minutes, but it felt like an hour. “Look, I know I ain’t yer mama, but gimme a break already!”
Stooping over the crib, Sawyer lifted Aaron into his arms, bouncing the baby lightly. “Won’t you help ta sing these songs of freedom,” he started to sing quietly. “cause all I ever have: redemption songs...”
Finally the cries subsided. Breathing a sigh of relief, he was just moving over to set Aaron back in the crib when he heard a knock on the door. Looking down quickly at the baby who had luckily fallen asleep, he shifted the child to one arm, careful not to disturb him, as he quickly moved to the door.
“If ya wake this kid, I’ll...” he started to say gruffly as he opened the door, but quickly trailed off when he saw who was on the other side. His eyes going wide, he got out a shocked “You!” before his whole world went black.
Damn, it sucked.
Alright, so it was better than a hangover, but it felt like he was stuck in a thick fog, like he was waking up after a week yet not feeling rested at all. It had only gone downhill from there.
The... ‘talk’ with Jack, and seeing Claire in her current state had affected the southerner greatly. Had he not been so self absorbed, drowning himself in alcohol and self pity, he might have noticed that Claire was on the edge. He might have been able to help, to do something before it got this far. Now the young mother was locked up in the loony bin, separated from her child who was, luckily, too young to know what was going on. Whether the decision was conscious or not, taking Aaron to see Claire, having that child look up at him with large, trusting eyes... Sawyer had made a decision. It was time to do something. There had been times on the Island when the other survivors had looked up to him. That could happen again.
If only it was that simple. He’d had breakfast with Hurley, but the big man kept looking at him the whole time as if Sawyer was going to jump across the table and murder him if he annoyed him. He attempted to mingle with some of the other survivors but they all acted awkward around him, suspicious of this sudden change of heart. It had made for a long day, especially when he gave up early and retreated to his room. He didn’t know what to do with himself there, though. He wanted a drink but stuck to his guns. Instead he flipped aimlessly through the television stations, but the constant news about them quickly pissed him off.
That was when Sun had called. They had had their differences, but she seemed to understand he was attempting to make an honest effort. So it was that as her and Jin headed out for a night on the town, Sawyer himself was left taking care of Aaron.
And he was terrified.
“Come on, kid, quite tha cryin’! Ya been at it for an hour now!” he said in an exasperated tone. In reality it had only been five minutes, but it felt like an hour. “Look, I know I ain’t yer mama, but gimme a break already!”
Stooping over the crib, Sawyer lifted Aaron into his arms, bouncing the baby lightly. “Won’t you help ta sing these songs of freedom,” he started to sing quietly. “cause all I ever have: redemption songs...”
Finally the cries subsided. Breathing a sigh of relief, he was just moving over to set Aaron back in the crib when he heard a knock on the door. Looking down quickly at the baby who had luckily fallen asleep, he shifted the child to one arm, careful not to disturb him, as he quickly moved to the door.
“If ya wake this kid, I’ll...” he started to say gruffly as he opened the door, but quickly trailed off when he saw who was on the other side. His eyes going wide, he got out a shocked “You!” before his whole world went black.
