Lost One Shots and Imagines

James Ford- Medicine (c)

Since day one Sawyer had done his best to cause everyone trouble, you didn't really know why, but he lacked consideration for anyone but today it had gone too far. From what Boone had told you, Sawyer had refused to hand over Shannon's asthma pump even though he knew that without it she could die.

Everyone had put up with his crap for this long, but after him seeing it as an inconvenience to him, for Boone to forcibly take the asthma pump, you knew you couldn't allow him to keep the medicine.

At first you had liked him, but nevertheless you couldn't allow him to keep control, not now.

Walking over to his tent you saw him lying down reading. You cleared your throat to get his attention. He looked up at you with his signature smile.

"What can I do for the pretty lady?" He smirked.

"Can I have the medicine please?" You asked civilly.

"And why'd I do that Y/N/N?" He said quizzically.

You crossed your arms over your chest. You knew it wouldn't be as easy as just asking, it was never that easy with Sawyer.

"Because you're a decent bloke. Even if everyone else thinks you're a bit of a prick," You said with complete honesty.

No one could truly care so little about everyone else, he couldn't seriously be that bad, but from what you had seen along with what you had heard from everyone else on the island, he was a terrible human.

"You know how to sweet talk a man," He laughed.

"Please just give me the medicine. Jack should have it. He is the doctor, he needs access to whatever we have to be able to do the best for the injured or the sick. We can't rely on someone threatening and stealing from you to get the medicine needed to save someone's life," You stated attempting not to yell at him and gain attention from those around you.

"The good doctor can come talk to me himself if and when he needs medicine."

"Don't be a complete idiot Sawyer. Jack wouldn't want to cause a rift with you, not until he desperately needed something you have. I however don't give a shit. You're southern charm and pretty face, won't get in the way of saving people's lives, unlike you I give a shit. Now hand them over," You said gritting your teeth.

"Come over here and make me," He smirked.

You did as you were told. You walked over to him holding a sickly sweet smile on your face. Bringing your arm back, you formed a fist and let it collide with his nose. He let out a grunt of pain as you leaned over him to grab the container with all the medicine in it.

"You better go get that cleaned up," You said gesturing to the blood coming out of his nose, "Too bad you don't have the medical supplies."

Leaving his tent, you saw Jack across the beach.

"Doc," You shouted, "Got you the supplies, and your new patient."

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Written by Charlotte.