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| Title: Strawberries Rating: PG-13 Summary: From the very beginning, Sawyer has enjoyed testing Sun’s limitations. When he reaches one, she is always quick to push him back, with an angry look in her eye or a sharp word. But sometimes, some blessed times, when he crosses one, she pulls him even further – never with her words, always with her eyes. Like she is now.Disclaimer: I do not own Lost. At all. I wish but alas... Author's Note: A little while ago, ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) fosfomifira told me, I really wish you'd write more Sawyer/Sun. And I agreed. I haven't written them for a while, and I've wanted to, but I seemed to have a block. So I asked her for a prompt and told her that I'd do the best I could. She gave me this: ice cream, stars, not a cloud in the sky. Well, this is it. :) It takes place before two of my other stories, Reputation and Lie to Me. I'm also using it for my ![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif) psych_30 prompt #16: fetish. ( From the very beginning, Sawyer has enjoyed testing Sun’s limitations. When he reaches one, she is always quick to push him back, with an angry look in her eye or a sharp word. But sometimes, some blessed times, when he crosses one, she pulls him even further – never with her words, always with her eyes. Like she is now. ) | |
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| Title: Welcome Rating: PG Summary: It really figured that the only book that Sawyer had left – that hadn’t been stolen – was the one that he had already read three times.Disclaimer: I do not own Lost. At all. I wish but alas... Spoilers: This is based pretty heavily on last night's episode, 'Trisha Tanaka is Dead', so there are definitely spoilers for that. Author's Note: Last night, I thought it would have been pretty funny if Jin had walked up to Sun and put his new English lesson to use. So, of course, I had to write it. I am also using this for my psych_30 claim, prompt #12: collective unconscious. ( It really figured that the only book that Sawyer had left – that hadn’t been stolen – was the one that he had already read three times. ) | |
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| Title: Gravitation Rating: PG Summary: He was the kind of man that would give her anything she asked for, and everything that she didn’t. He would take her places, show her the world, holding her hand all the way.Disclaimer: I do not own Lost. At all. I wish but alas... Author's Note: For Lost Riffs at lostsquee, prompt: elevator, Paris, hungry. I'm also using it for my psych_30 claim, prompt #20: learned helplessness. ( He was the kind of man that would give her anything she asked for, and everything that she didn’t. He would take her places, show her the world, holding her hand all the way. ) | |
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| Title: Empty Rating: PG Summary: She doesn’t speak, save to answer his precious few questions, and the few times he glances over at her, when her face is turned toward his just enough so that he can see into her eyes, he finds them empty and dull, barely reflecting the light at all. They look, but they no longer see, not the trees around them, not the ground beneath her feet, not even him beside her.Disclaimer: I do not own Lost. At all. I wish but alas... Author's Note: For zelda_zee, who asked for Sayid fic. Now, I have written Sayid a grand total of once before this, but I gave it a try, so I hope this is even remotely what she had in mind, or even remotely sounds like Sayid. I'm also using this for my psych_30 claim, #29: repression. ( She doesn’t speak, save to answer his precious few questions, and the few times he glances over at her, when her face is turned toward his just enough so that he can see into her eyes, he finds them empty and dull, barely reflecting the light at all. They look, but they no longer see, not the trees around them, not the ground beneath her feet, not even him beside her. ) | |
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