A/N: Thanks to all who left reviews! This is chapter two, nice and quickly added! Please don't forget to send me any ideas you have regarding my other fictions. I have deleted some of them but never fear! I will be re-posting them once I have finished some of the others! There will eventually be 10 chapters to this story and once I have got to chapter 9 I will be starting work on "Nightlights". Though this story is parcially based on the episodes it can (and will) get rather AU. I can assure you that it is very unlikley to see mpreg anywhere on Lost!
WHEN IT FALLS, IT CRAWLS... TO YOU
CHAPTER TWO - ONCE BITTEN, TWICE SHY
Sawyer woke early, a bitter wind had come in off the sea and smothered his naked upper body. He sat up carefully, sliding out from under Jacks arm. Jack grunted slightly in his sleep and rolled over. Sawyer began to panic. This was too much. He was letting Jack get too close - much too close. He dragged himself backward across the sand, grabbing his shirt and throwing it on and he got up. Pure panic hit him as Jack stirred again, and he turned and ran as fast as his aching body would allow into the jungle.
His heart raced. Was he doing the right thing? Should he have stayed? It was far too late for all these questions now. All he knew was that Jack would be awake and would have realized he had gone. Where he was going he wasn't sure, he just kept running until he could barely breathe. Then, without warning, something made him stop. He stood perfectly still where he was and listened. There was definatly a slight rustling amongst the darkened trees ahead. It was so quiet that he could hear his own heart hammering in his chest as it struggled to keep up. Fear set in and Sawyer started to look around, desparate to find something to protect himself.
His eyes came to rest on broken branch off a tree, he dashed over to it but his footsteps where echoed. He was not the only one running over the crisp leaves on the forest floor. He grabbed the branch and wrenched it away, swinging it round with full force. He looked around... no one was there. Just him.
"For a minute there I thought you weren't going to miss."
Saywer jumped and took a step back as he saw a figure lying flat of his stomach at his feet. "Jesus Christ Locke. What the hell are you doing out here?"
Locke stood up, a smile coming across his lips. "The question is, what are you doing out here? On your own, and in such a hurry too. Trying to get away from something?" Locke asked, shooting Sawyer an almost knowing look as he turned his back and started to walk deeper into the jungle. Sawyer followed, determined to defend his actions.
"Gotta lean how to move quickly round this place. Could be a life saver, don't you think?" Sawyer spoke confidently to Locke's back.
"Not running from Jack then?" Sawyer's heart skipped a beat and he froze on the spot. Locke turned round to face him, that knowing look and almost eirie smile still covering his face. "I understand that he's been trying to pin you down for a check up since the crash. So fr you've evaded that one rather well." Sawyer relaxed and let his shoulders drop, Locke knew nothing, how could he? Locke smiled wider. "I wonder why he seems to determined to make you his patient..."
The defence barriers rose and Sawyer's face screwed up. "How the hell should I know? So he can hummilliate me would be my best guess." He let out an exaspereted breath and turned away. "I don't have time for this." He spat and stormed off in the opposite dirrection.
"You should take care of yourself. Who knows what might happen tomorrow? You'll want to be ready..." Locke shouted after Sawyer, but Sawyer just kept walking. He wanted to get away, he wanted to be on his own. He needed to get Jack out of his head by whatever means and he couldn't perfectly well do that when every time he looked at the young doctor all he could imagin is what he would like to be examining.
The second he was out of sight Sawyer began to run again. Desparate to get away. There had to be somewhere he could go, the just had to be. Then his mind fought it's way through all the mess and settled firmly on where he would end up. Somewhere he was relaxed, somwhere he felt safe and as far away from everyone as he could safely manage. It was close. He could sense it. He pushed himself to run faster and found himself in a clearing. He dug his heels in but his efforts were too late as he skidded into the lagoon.
The icy cold water hit him and for a moment the shock of it pushed everything from his mind. The bitter stabbing was all he had to disrupt the endless questions. But even the seeming loss of all tought to the cold only managed to slow the questions. The same few questions followed him into the darken depths of the water; What did Jack really think of him? What is love? Lust? Or just sweet revenge?
The cold pulled painfully at his head and he began to swim quickly toward the surface, his eyes straining through the water toward the light. He breached the surface and pulled himself the the edge, pulling himself out the side. He pulled off his shirt and lay it over a large rock next to him, hoping that there would be enought light falling on the area to dry the soaking item.
He swept his hair off of his face, raising both hands to press the palms against his eyes. His head hurt terribly. And he felt sick. It had been a very long time since he had surrendered to anything so painful as his. This was Jack's doing, Sawyer decided and was angry. Jack must have don something so that Sawyer would have to keep going back to him. Well Sawyer wasn't going to give him the satisfaction. He got up and stormed back toward the beach.
He threw back the material door of his beach home and paused at the doorway. He checked back over his shoulder. No sign of Jack. He stepped inside, with no intention of come back out until he was certain that Jack wasn't going to lay another finger on him ever again.
From the other side of the beach Locke smiled, pulling a bag onto his back and setting off into the forest.