Lost | Daryl Dixon

1 - Officer Friendly Down

To preface; this won't be a positive ShanexOC initially. I'm taking a mixture of his traits (good and bad) in the show and exaggerating what I think he would've been like in a semi-dysfunctional marriage rather than being a womanizer. He will still cheat on her and have key moments within the show that are significant to the plot, but response and reasoning for his actions will change.

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I sipped on the apple juice as I leaned over the counter, flicking through my book as I heard the head nurse shouting for me.

"Lizzie!"

I made no move, sipping louder as the blonde woman next to me groaned and spun on the mattress to look at me. "El, I think Camila is calling for you." She creaked, throwing her pillow at me. I dodged, barely, and kicked it away.

"I know," I mused, dodging the pillow barely. "I'm on break."

"Lizzie!"

I heard the beeper go off, ignoring it as I turned the page. The beeping outside got louder before the door burst open, and a middle-aged Latina woman burst in. I smirked, turning away as I ignored her. "I'm on break, Cam." I stretched. "You know I've been on my feet for over 12 hours, I-"

"It's your brother," She interrupted. I paused, spinning to her and staring wide-eyed. There was no snark, no amusement like there usually was from her. There was worry. "Rick - he's been shot. Shane was asking for you to come immediately."

I dropped my book and juice, following her out of the room as the woman behind sat up, less than amused. "Hey, you got juice on my pillow!"

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Earlier that day, 3rd Person POV.

"What's the difference between men and women?" Rick mused, tucking into his lunch. The two were sat in their police patrol car, eating during their lunch break.

"Is this a joke?" Shane chuckled, glancing out the window, feeling the warmth of the Atlanta sun through the glass, before glancing back at his friend. He saw Rick smirk, shaking his head and looking down.

"No, serious."

"I never met a woman who knew how to turn off a light." He smirked as Rick let out a chuckle, albeit slightly awkwardly. "They're born thinking in a switch, it only goes one way. On. They're struck blind the second they leave a room. I mean every woman, I ever let have a key... I swear to God. Come home, house all lit up, and my job, apparently because... because my chromosomes happen to be different cause I then gotta walk through that house, turn off every single light Elizabeth left on."

"Is that right?" He laughed, as Shane nodded with enthusiasm.

"Yeah, baby." He chewed more of his sandwich as he thought for a moment. "Alright, Reverend Shane's preaching to you now, boy." Rick smiles, shaking his head as he faces him directly. "Elizabeth, mind ya, she'll bitch about global warming. That's when Reverend Shane wants to quote from the Guy Gospel and say "Um, darling? maybe you, and every other pair of boobs on this planet just figured out that the light switch see, goes both ways, "maybe we wouldn't have so much global warming.""

"You say that?" He shook his head. "I don't imagine Elizabeth took too kindly to that one..." Rick mused, knowing his sister wasn't one to take an insult lying down.

"Yeah. Anyway, uh... Polite version... Still man, that... that earns me this. This look and loathing you would not believe. And that's when the exorcist's voice pops out. "You sound just like my damn ex. Always, always yelling about the power bill, telling me to turn off the damn lights.""