(oke here is like my first lost fic soo.. please bear with me... I hope you guys all like it! PM me with critizism suggestions or whatever... lol...)
Sawyer was sat at his makeshift tent reading a book occasionally glancing up at the people on the beach, talking, bickering.... The blond shook his head taking a deep drag from his cigarette... let them be the heroes, hanging on the hope... the life they had left behind... Sawyer knew better. His attention was turned back to the book when something hit his side bouncing onto his lap "hey.. what the...!" he exclaimed startled as he now was jumped by the golden retriever. Sawyer quickly got to his feet now seeing the little girl that had followed the dog. The small brunette brought her hand to her mouth as she saw what she had done "I... I'm sorry sir..." she softly said stammering looking at the sand. The conman frowned but shook his head "s'alright princess... just be more careful next time, will you?" he replied. The girl now nodded slightly and ran off Vincent in tow.
Jenny looked around frantically. She had wondered too far from their part of the beach and now there was no one to be seen "Sam!" she cried "SAM!" her desperate scream came once more...
Sawyer had gone for a walk... that damn doc... if mister goody-two-shoes wouldn't ... then, Sawyer vowed, he would find just exactly who he was dealing with. The blond kicked at some sand angrily before something else caught his interest. He ran towards the sound of the screams only to find the little girl standing there... lost. Sawyer walked over crouching down before the small brunette "lost princess?" his southern accent came questionably.
Jenny eyed the man before her first with sheer relief which soon was replaced by fear. She had heard them all talk about him saying he was bad... She didn't want any more bad man... "I..." was all she could muster dropping her eyelids looking at her feet.
Sawyer frowned, he had noticed this girl's somewhat strange behaviour before, but had put that down to shyness, adjustment to all the new people, this place... but now he wasn't to sure. The blond rose to his feet "how about we head back to camp?" he smiled at the brunette who now had found the courage to look at him. She nodded, unsure what to make of this.
Sawyer now extended a hand and when she hesitantly took it with her small one he started on his way back lighting up one of his last cigarettes. The girl looked up at him her eyes meeting his, suddenly all fear was gone... the others had been wrong... he wasn't bad... or so she at least thought. The brunette pointed at the cigarette "you shouldn't do that... It is bad for you" she said nodding knowingly. Sawyer raised his eyebrows chuckling slightly "that right mum?" he asked smiling. The little girl looked at him "I'm not your mother...!" she giggled. The conman smirked shaking his head "one of the last ones anyway" he simply shrugged "then I'll have to quit, how's that princess" the conman smirked. Jenny simply shrugged. She now spotted the camp. The little girl ran of when she noticed her sister on the lookout at the beach.
Samantha saw her sister running towards her. The teen held out her arms wrapping them around the little girl "waar was je" (where were you?) she asked "ik was doodongerust" (I was worried sick). The little girl smiled, guilty "sorry? ik was wat gaan wandelen en was verdwaald" (sorry? I had gone for a walk and got lost) she answered. Samantha smiled ruffling the girls hair "niet meer doen oke?" (just don't oke?") the teen warned her sister who nodded happily "oke?" she simply responded running of again to go and play with the dog. Samantha shook her head watching the little girl play. Then the elder sister turned to the blond guy that Jenny had come back with. Her eyes took in this red-neck people always were complaining about. Sawyer caught the teens look and for a moment their eyes met before Samantha turned back to her part of the beach sitting down keeping an eye on the little brunette.
Sawyer was sat at his makeshift tent reading a book occasionally glancing up at the people on the beach, talking, bickering.... The blond shook his head taking a deep drag from his cigarette... let them be the heroes, hanging on the hope... the life they had left behind... Sawyer knew better. His attention was turned back to the book when something hit his side bouncing onto his lap "hey.. what the...!" he exclaimed startled as he now was jumped by the golden retriever. Sawyer quickly got to his feet now seeing the little girl that had followed the dog. The small brunette brought her hand to her mouth as she saw what she had done "I... I'm sorry sir..." she softly said stammering looking at the sand. The conman frowned but shook his head "s'alright princess... just be more careful next time, will you?" he replied. The girl now nodded slightly and ran off Vincent in tow.
Jenny looked around frantically. She had wondered too far from their part of the beach and now there was no one to be seen "Sam!" she cried "SAM!" her desperate scream came once more...
Sawyer had gone for a walk... that damn doc... if mister goody-two-shoes wouldn't ... then, Sawyer vowed, he would find just exactly who he was dealing with. The blond kicked at some sand angrily before something else caught his interest. He ran towards the sound of the screams only to find the little girl standing there... lost. Sawyer walked over crouching down before the small brunette "lost princess?" his southern accent came questionably.
Jenny eyed the man before her first with sheer relief which soon was replaced by fear. She had heard them all talk about him saying he was bad... She didn't want any more bad man... "I..." was all she could muster dropping her eyelids looking at her feet.
Sawyer frowned, he had noticed this girl's somewhat strange behaviour before, but had put that down to shyness, adjustment to all the new people, this place... but now he wasn't to sure. The blond rose to his feet "how about we head back to camp?" he smiled at the brunette who now had found the courage to look at him. She nodded, unsure what to make of this.
Sawyer now extended a hand and when she hesitantly took it with her small one he started on his way back lighting up one of his last cigarettes. The girl looked up at him her eyes meeting his, suddenly all fear was gone... the others had been wrong... he wasn't bad... or so she at least thought. The brunette pointed at the cigarette "you shouldn't do that... It is bad for you" she said nodding knowingly. Sawyer raised his eyebrows chuckling slightly "that right mum?" he asked smiling. The little girl looked at him "I'm not your mother...!" she giggled. The conman smirked shaking his head "one of the last ones anyway" he simply shrugged "then I'll have to quit, how's that princess" the conman smirked. Jenny simply shrugged. She now spotted the camp. The little girl ran of when she noticed her sister on the lookout at the beach.
Samantha saw her sister running towards her. The teen held out her arms wrapping them around the little girl "waar was je" (where were you?) she asked "ik was doodongerust" (I was worried sick). The little girl smiled, guilty "sorry? ik was wat gaan wandelen en was verdwaald" (sorry? I had gone for a walk and got lost) she answered. Samantha smiled ruffling the girls hair "niet meer doen oke?" (just don't oke?") the teen warned her sister who nodded happily "oke?" she simply responded running of again to go and play with the dog. Samantha shook her head watching the little girl play. Then the elder sister turned to the blond guy that Jenny had come back with. Her eyes took in this red-neck people always were complaining about. Sawyer caught the teens look and for a moment their eyes met before Samantha turned back to her part of the beach sitting down keeping an eye on the little brunette.
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