Lost One Shots and Imagines

James Ford- Devil (c)

Sawyer was insufferable. Rarely was there a specific thing that made you want to punch him in the face, but the urge was practically always there. You were sure you weren't the only one who felt that way though, he was an annoying person and generally did anything in his power to annoy or upset someone. Once again you were stood on the beach, needing him to assist you with something, however he decided that his needs were far superior, when they actually weren't.

"You're the Devil," you huffed.

He made you want to throw yourself in the ocean and try to swim home, knowing full well you would almost certainly die, however it meant you would get away from him, so was clearly worth it.

"What did I tell you about calling me the devil?" He smirked, leaning over you, attempting assert his dominance over you.

"That it's offensive to the devil," you hissed, trying to puff out your chest to not stand down to him.

He wasn't physically intimidating, but he was taller and more muscular than yourself, but you wouldn't turn down a fight if it meant there was a chance, you'd end the man who annoyed you more than anything. When you crashed on a deserted island, you assumed the island was the thing that you would hate, or that would make you stressed, not one of the other survivors. He horded supplies when he very much should have shared them with others, when we were all in the same boat. He knew that he couldn't bring much to the island, so forcing everyone to come to him for supplies was how he kept relevant.

"What's your problem, little girl?" He questioned, getting enjoyment out of your annoyance.

"You're my problem," you stated firmly. "People need the medication, and you are hoarding it. We're on a desert island, we don't need you to take the role of big pharma."

He cocked an eyebrow at you. "Who needs the medication so badly that they sent the yappy puppy to get them?"

"I might be small, but I get the job done," you growled, raising your knee violently to his crotch, forcing him to scream out and fall onto the floor.

You ignored his moaning form, going over to the box, you knew he stored the medicine in. You opened it, revealing it all. Rather than searching for what you needed, you took the whole box, smiling at your handiwork as you walked past Sawyer to head to the caves where Jack was working on his latest patient.

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Written by Charlotte.

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