Post by The Muse on Aug 31, 2009 23:17:36 GMT -5
• Title: Flashing
• Challenge: #4 Crossovers
• Fandom: Lost and Whedonverse
• Pairing/Characters: Sawyer from Lost and some interesting Whedonverse “friends” he makes.
• Summary: In the most recent season of Lost, The Island is having these random flashes that seem to move people through different times and once or twice even a few different locations. This story takes place when Sawyer a character from Lost is “flashed” into a Whedon-World.
• Rating: PG-13
• Warnings: Violence and a bit of blood; A good bit of harsh language and a few sexual references.
• Disclaimer: I do not own any characters in this piece though I bow to the creators of both shows that I am using.
• Word Count: 1,239
• Author's Note: Thanks to my wonderful beta who fixes all of my grammar mistakes and puts up with me. Thanks in advance to all who take the time to read my entry, even if you don’t like it.
“Aw, hell!” Sawyer yelled. He grabbed his pistol and jammed it into the rear of his jeans, flinching as the sky flashed a brilliant and blinding white.
************************************
Sawyer blinked and attempted to shake off his disorientation. He looked around, hoping to see some sort of familiar landmark. Something that might tell him where he was or, better yet, when he was. He was surrounded by piles of metal in some sort of…junkyard? Okay, in a series of long and strange days, this had to be the strangest by far. Why in the world would the Island need a junkyard? Well, there was no time to worry about the where right now. He needed to find shelter and find it quick. The loading bay of what seemed to be some kind of run-down plane stood open nearby. He dashed in, knowing that this piece of crap wasn’t moving anywhere. He ducked in behind some dusty crates and prepared to wait a while until the damn Island flashed him to somewhere more familiar.
***********************************
Clomp, Clomp, Clomp
Sawyer jolted upright at the sound of footsteps nearby. What an idiot, he thought, wondering how in the hell he’d let himself doze off.
A brisk female voice cut through the silence of the hold. “Cap’n will be mighty upset if you don’t get that engine fixed so we can deliver our cargo on-time.”
“No worries. I’ll get her fixed right up. We’ll be shiny in no time.” The second voice sounded happy and girlish.
Sawyer crouched behind the crates, peering around to put faces to the voices and was startled by what he saw. No way that little cupcake was gonna be fixing any engines. Though the tall and dark woman she spoke to could sure get his motor running. She had legs that just kept going up to the sky. He leaned closer, trying to get a better look and knocked his knee against one of the crates. He tried to jump back and conceal himself, but it was too late. The women were on him before he even had a chance to think. He reached for his pistol then froze when he heard a gun cock. Sawyer’s eyes travelled up those long, leather-clad legs before staring straight into the barrel aimed between his eyes.
“Just what in the hell do you think you’re doing?” the Amazon demanded. “We ain’t in the business of taking on stowaways.”
“Now, Zoe, we don’t know for sure he’s a stowaway. Maybe Cap’n took on a passenger for some coin and… and just forgot to mention it.”
The lady with the gun, Zoe, glanced over at the Cupcake. Sawyer saw his opening. He knocked the pistol to the side and lunged. The Amazon yelled, “Tzao-gao!” in some language he didn’t understand and then smashed her boot into his face.
CRAAAACK!
“Son of a bitch!” Sawyer grabbed his nose and felt blood pour down his face. Ears ringing, he dropped his head in his hands and groaned, “I think you broke my goddamn nose.”
“Now, you two just wait a minute. Violence ain’t always the answer. Zoe, now the Doc is gonna have to have a look at his face. Who knows what kinda damage you done.”
“Kaylee, you just run along now and get to workin’ on that engine. I can take care of this. Me and the gentleman are just gonna have a nice little chat.”
“It ain’t that. I know you can handle yourself, but on my way to the engine room I think I’ll call the Cap’n and Doc just to be sure. Besides, he needs to have that nose looked at.”
Sawyer heard a set of footsteps retreating across the metal loading bay and knew the Cupcake had gone to play mechanic. He lay there, trying to catch his breath. Then he felt his pistol yanked from the waist of his jeans. The Amazon tossed his gun across the loading bay, grabbed a handful of his hair and jerked him up to meet her cold stare. Through it all, her pistol remained aimed dead between his eyes.
“Now you’re gonna tell me who you are and what the hell you think you’re doing on Serenity. You’d better talk quick or when the Doc gets here there's gonna be a whole lot more to fix than a busted nose.”
Sawyer grinned and did his best to nod his compliance despite the death grip she had on his hair. “Name’s Sawyer,” he told her, “and I’m just passing through.” He raised a hand, wiped some blood off of his mouth and then plastered on his best lady-killer smile. “So, Zoe, is it? I still think Amazon fits you better. What’s a pretty lady like you doing in a place like this anyhow?”
Sawyer poured every ounce of con-man flirtation he had picked up over the years into those words. He met her eyes and knew that either she just wasn’t interested or he’d lost his touch. Zoe’s eyes stayed locked on him as he spoke, but he never saw one flicker of humor or feminine interest. She said a few words in a language that seemed to be some sort of Asian dialect. It sounded kind of like, “Hwoon dahn.” He was sure she’d called him something downright insulting.
“If you’re gonna talk dirty to me, honey, at least do it in English,” he told her, chuckling.
The woman tightened her grip on his hair. “You may think I’m joking, but I’ll shoot you and still sleep easy. Tell me why you’re on this ship. Who sent you?”
Sawyer had a thought that maybe these women were delusional with all their talk of a captain, this "ship" and its cargo. Did they really think they were going anywhere in this piece of junk? Letting his face go blank, he shrugged. “Your guess is honestly as good as mine. I don’t even know where here is much less why the hell I’m wherever the hell I am.”
Her eyes bored through him. Sawyer thought he must have managed to confuse her with the conviction behind his words. She kept her pistol trained on him, but her hand slid from his hair. She started to speak a few times, only to pause, still trying to get her thoughts straight from what he could tell. Finally, she steeled her shoulders and said, “So you know who you are and that’s about it? You think I’m gonna believe that?”
Sawyer smiled again, but this time it was just a little bit colder. “I really don’t care what you believe, darlin’, just as long as you don’t pull that trigger before I’m able to get to my next destination.”
“Next destination? I ain’t letting you walk outta here without giving me some answers first. And that’s only if I like what you got to say.”
White light started closing in around them. He felt the air start to go pear-shaped. Eyes wide, he stared out of the loading bay. It was time to go. She could see the change in the brightness inside the so-called ship, too. He watched her turn her head to investigate and didn’t waste his one and only opportunity.
“About damn time,” he muttered, grabbing her wrist and pointing the gun away. Quick as a flash, he snaked his arm around her, squeezed her butt and drawled, “Great ass, Amazon.”
Then he was gone.
• Challenge: #4 Crossovers
• Fandom: Lost and Whedonverse
• Pairing/Characters: Sawyer from Lost and some interesting Whedonverse “friends” he makes.
• Summary: In the most recent season of Lost, The Island is having these random flashes that seem to move people through different times and once or twice even a few different locations. This story takes place when Sawyer a character from Lost is “flashed” into a Whedon-World.
• Rating: PG-13
• Warnings: Violence and a bit of blood; A good bit of harsh language and a few sexual references.
• Disclaimer: I do not own any characters in this piece though I bow to the creators of both shows that I am using.
• Word Count: 1,239
• Author's Note: Thanks to my wonderful beta who fixes all of my grammar mistakes and puts up with me. Thanks in advance to all who take the time to read my entry, even if you don’t like it.
“Aw, hell!” Sawyer yelled. He grabbed his pistol and jammed it into the rear of his jeans, flinching as the sky flashed a brilliant and blinding white.
************************************
Sawyer blinked and attempted to shake off his disorientation. He looked around, hoping to see some sort of familiar landmark. Something that might tell him where he was or, better yet, when he was. He was surrounded by piles of metal in some sort of…junkyard? Okay, in a series of long and strange days, this had to be the strangest by far. Why in the world would the Island need a junkyard? Well, there was no time to worry about the where right now. He needed to find shelter and find it quick. The loading bay of what seemed to be some kind of run-down plane stood open nearby. He dashed in, knowing that this piece of crap wasn’t moving anywhere. He ducked in behind some dusty crates and prepared to wait a while until the damn Island flashed him to somewhere more familiar.
***********************************
Clomp, Clomp, Clomp
Sawyer jolted upright at the sound of footsteps nearby. What an idiot, he thought, wondering how in the hell he’d let himself doze off.
A brisk female voice cut through the silence of the hold. “Cap’n will be mighty upset if you don’t get that engine fixed so we can deliver our cargo on-time.”
“No worries. I’ll get her fixed right up. We’ll be shiny in no time.” The second voice sounded happy and girlish.
Sawyer crouched behind the crates, peering around to put faces to the voices and was startled by what he saw. No way that little cupcake was gonna be fixing any engines. Though the tall and dark woman she spoke to could sure get his motor running. She had legs that just kept going up to the sky. He leaned closer, trying to get a better look and knocked his knee against one of the crates. He tried to jump back and conceal himself, but it was too late. The women were on him before he even had a chance to think. He reached for his pistol then froze when he heard a gun cock. Sawyer’s eyes travelled up those long, leather-clad legs before staring straight into the barrel aimed between his eyes.
“Just what in the hell do you think you’re doing?” the Amazon demanded. “We ain’t in the business of taking on stowaways.”
“Now, Zoe, we don’t know for sure he’s a stowaway. Maybe Cap’n took on a passenger for some coin and… and just forgot to mention it.”
The lady with the gun, Zoe, glanced over at the Cupcake. Sawyer saw his opening. He knocked the pistol to the side and lunged. The Amazon yelled, “Tzao-gao!” in some language he didn’t understand and then smashed her boot into his face.
CRAAAACK!
“Son of a bitch!” Sawyer grabbed his nose and felt blood pour down his face. Ears ringing, he dropped his head in his hands and groaned, “I think you broke my goddamn nose.”
“Now, you two just wait a minute. Violence ain’t always the answer. Zoe, now the Doc is gonna have to have a look at his face. Who knows what kinda damage you done.”
“Kaylee, you just run along now and get to workin’ on that engine. I can take care of this. Me and the gentleman are just gonna have a nice little chat.”
“It ain’t that. I know you can handle yourself, but on my way to the engine room I think I’ll call the Cap’n and Doc just to be sure. Besides, he needs to have that nose looked at.”
Sawyer heard a set of footsteps retreating across the metal loading bay and knew the Cupcake had gone to play mechanic. He lay there, trying to catch his breath. Then he felt his pistol yanked from the waist of his jeans. The Amazon tossed his gun across the loading bay, grabbed a handful of his hair and jerked him up to meet her cold stare. Through it all, her pistol remained aimed dead between his eyes.
“Now you’re gonna tell me who you are and what the hell you think you’re doing on Serenity. You’d better talk quick or when the Doc gets here there's gonna be a whole lot more to fix than a busted nose.”
Sawyer grinned and did his best to nod his compliance despite the death grip she had on his hair. “Name’s Sawyer,” he told her, “and I’m just passing through.” He raised a hand, wiped some blood off of his mouth and then plastered on his best lady-killer smile. “So, Zoe, is it? I still think Amazon fits you better. What’s a pretty lady like you doing in a place like this anyhow?”
Sawyer poured every ounce of con-man flirtation he had picked up over the years into those words. He met her eyes and knew that either she just wasn’t interested or he’d lost his touch. Zoe’s eyes stayed locked on him as he spoke, but he never saw one flicker of humor or feminine interest. She said a few words in a language that seemed to be some sort of Asian dialect. It sounded kind of like, “Hwoon dahn.” He was sure she’d called him something downright insulting.
“If you’re gonna talk dirty to me, honey, at least do it in English,” he told her, chuckling.
The woman tightened her grip on his hair. “You may think I’m joking, but I’ll shoot you and still sleep easy. Tell me why you’re on this ship. Who sent you?”
Sawyer had a thought that maybe these women were delusional with all their talk of a captain, this "ship" and its cargo. Did they really think they were going anywhere in this piece of junk? Letting his face go blank, he shrugged. “Your guess is honestly as good as mine. I don’t even know where here is much less why the hell I’m wherever the hell I am.”
Her eyes bored through him. Sawyer thought he must have managed to confuse her with the conviction behind his words. She kept her pistol trained on him, but her hand slid from his hair. She started to speak a few times, only to pause, still trying to get her thoughts straight from what he could tell. Finally, she steeled her shoulders and said, “So you know who you are and that’s about it? You think I’m gonna believe that?”
Sawyer smiled again, but this time it was just a little bit colder. “I really don’t care what you believe, darlin’, just as long as you don’t pull that trigger before I’m able to get to my next destination.”
“Next destination? I ain’t letting you walk outta here without giving me some answers first. And that’s only if I like what you got to say.”
White light started closing in around them. He felt the air start to go pear-shaped. Eyes wide, he stared out of the loading bay. It was time to go. She could see the change in the brightness inside the so-called ship, too. He watched her turn her head to investigate and didn’t waste his one and only opportunity.
“About damn time,” he muttered, grabbing her wrist and pointing the gun away. Quick as a flash, he snaked his arm around her, squeezed her butt and drawled, “Great ass, Amazon.”
Then he was gone.
This is great. I never would have thought of using the Lost time travel to do a fan fic.
