FIC: THE GREY COWBOY (Walt, Sawyer)
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ficinabottleTitle: The Grey Cowboy
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filwdork
Rating: PG to PG-13(a couple of curse words)
Character(s): Mostly Walt POV with an appearance by Sawyer.
Words: 1,128
Spoilers: Up until 1.05 White Rabbit
Summary: Since there was nothing to do, Walt decided to watch people. There were so many, maybe he could make up his own stories about them to pass the time.
Note: No idea where this came from. :) This is my first Lost fic, so be gentle. Reviews would be much appreciated. ETA: Thanks todanamulder for the quick beta read. :)
Walt thought when the plane crashed it was like some sort of adventure. Like one of those roller coasters he went on that one time at the amusement park his mom had taken him to except he got sick on that one really tall ride and no one died there.
The first few days were pretty cool, except he was scared when he thought Vincent was dead and his dad just wasn’t telling him. But now he had Vincent and he even had his friend Mr. Locke. But it was starting to get pretty boring on the island especially when Mr. Locke was gone all the time hunting and no one else would play that game – what was the name again? – with him. He was ready to go home.
Except he remembered that his mom was dead and he didn’t have a home anymore.
Since there was nothing to do, Walt decided to watch people. There were so many, maybe he could make up his own stories about them to pass the time. He sat on the sand and stroked Vincent’s soft fur and was glad that he at least had his dog. If not for Vincent, he’d have no one. Well, he had his dad, but he hadn’t seen him since he was four, and he was just a baby then so he didn’t really remember him. He did remember the cool presents his dad had sent and in his bedroom he had a picture of him and his mom in a drawer.
But Vincent was his constant companion the one who was there for him during those really scary moments like when Mrs. Watson from next door had picked him up from school with that creepy look on her face and then they got home and there were more adults and no one would talk to him. All he heard were whispers of ‘it was so sudden’ and ‘we’ve called the boy’s father’ and Walt just wanted to see his mom. But no one would tell him where she was. Vincent was there when Mrs. Watson had come in and told him that his mom was dead. Vincent was there when his dad came to the house and told him that they were moving to LA and Walt had just cried.
But Walt didn’t want to think about that. So every day he’d sit on the sand and entertain himself by making up stories about the rest of the people on the island. He thought Jack was kind of like a superhero and that big guy was like the sidekick. He called them DocMan and Dude. Their adventure of the day was chasing Vincent out of the food supply tent because he wanted a snack. So now Vincent had to be tethered (he had learned that word from Mr. Locke) to a tree in the shade and Walt didn’t want to sit there because it was near the forest and the forest kind of scared him. Stupid dog. He kicked at the sand and sat back down with a stick he had found.
He saw the British man and the pregnant lady smiling at each other. He thought that maybe they were married and the baby was safe, and when it was born maybe he could help take care of it. He had always wanted a brother or sister and that kid would be lucky because it would have two parents.
The man with the scowl on his face (or that smirk) was coming to sit in the chair near him. Walt stopped tracing the stick in the sand because he thought maybe it was too girly. This man reminded him of cowboys in westerns that he would watch before it was bedtime. All he was missing was the hat. But Walt couldn’t decide if he was the bad guy or the good guy. He was wearing black, but sometimes, when no one else was looking he would pull out a letter and look really sad. Maybe his mom died too.
**
Sawyer flopped down in the airplane chair. Christ it was hot here. And he knew by nightfall it would be cool and he’d be wishing for the warmth. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it, inhaling the nicotine and wondering what the hell he was going to do when he ran out of cigarettes. But he didn’t want to think about that now.
He pulled Watership Down out of his back pocket and began reading. Of course, he tried to look as disinterested as possible but really the story was interesting. And it was about fucking rabbits. He thought it was some kid’s book but then as he started reading, he realized it might be a useful tool, learning how to survive. Like the stupid rabbits did.
He felt someone’s eyes on him and he looked up quickly and saw that little black kid looking quickly down.
“Got a problem, kid?” He snarled.
Walt shrugged. “No.” He paused. “What are you reading?”
Sawyer set the book down and took a long drag on his cigarette. He eyed the kid carefully. “Nothing really. Just some dumb book about rabbits.” He saw the disappointment in the kid’s eyes. Ah, there was guilt, his old familiar friend. He cleared his throat. “I, uh, found some other books.”
Walt’s eyes lit up. “Really? What kind? All I found were some comics in Spanish.”
Sawyer felt stupid. “You can read in Spanish?”
The kid laughed. “No. I just looked at the pictures.”
Sawyer tried not to look like he was enjoying the conversation, but this kid was the first person to not look at him with absolute hate. Not that he wanted to be liked, look where being liked got Doc Metro. He had to make all the decisions and if they were bad ones, take the blame. He had to be everyone’s savior. No matter what Doc had said last night, Sawyer was still looking out for himself. And he would continue to. But it wouldn’t hurt to talk to the kid. He’d heard the kid’s dad talking to Mack the Knife about his mom dying and how he hadn’t really seen the kid for a long time. The kid sort of reminded him of his nephew. Sawyer tried to ignore the pang of loneliness when he realized that he really might never see his family again.
He stood up and handed the book over to Walt. “Here.” He started to walk away and stopped slightly, “I’ll bring you some others later.” He strode off into the sunset.
If Walt concentrated hard enough, he could almost hear the western music playing as he walked off into the sunset. He smiled and opened the book.
Author:
filwdork Rating: PG to PG-13(a couple of curse words)
Character(s): Mostly Walt POV with an appearance by Sawyer.
Words: 1,128
Spoilers: Up until 1.05 White Rabbit
Summary: Since there was nothing to do, Walt decided to watch people. There were so many, maybe he could make up his own stories about them to pass the time.
Note: No idea where this came from. :) This is my first Lost fic, so be gentle. Reviews would be much appreciated. ETA: Thanks to
danamulder for the quick beta read. :) Walt thought when the plane crashed it was like some sort of adventure. Like one of those roller coasters he went on that one time at the amusement park his mom had taken him to except he got sick on that one really tall ride and no one died there.
The first few days were pretty cool, except he was scared when he thought Vincent was dead and his dad just wasn’t telling him. But now he had Vincent and he even had his friend Mr. Locke. But it was starting to get pretty boring on the island especially when Mr. Locke was gone all the time hunting and no one else would play that game – what was the name again? – with him. He was ready to go home.
Except he remembered that his mom was dead and he didn’t have a home anymore.
Since there was nothing to do, Walt decided to watch people. There were so many, maybe he could make up his own stories about them to pass the time. He sat on the sand and stroked Vincent’s soft fur and was glad that he at least had his dog. If not for Vincent, he’d have no one. Well, he had his dad, but he hadn’t seen him since he was four, and he was just a baby then so he didn’t really remember him. He did remember the cool presents his dad had sent and in his bedroom he had a picture of him and his mom in a drawer.
But Vincent was his constant companion the one who was there for him during those really scary moments like when Mrs. Watson from next door had picked him up from school with that creepy look on her face and then they got home and there were more adults and no one would talk to him. All he heard were whispers of ‘it was so sudden’ and ‘we’ve called the boy’s father’ and Walt just wanted to see his mom. But no one would tell him where she was. Vincent was there when Mrs. Watson had come in and told him that his mom was dead. Vincent was there when his dad came to the house and told him that they were moving to LA and Walt had just cried.
But Walt didn’t want to think about that. So every day he’d sit on the sand and entertain himself by making up stories about the rest of the people on the island. He thought Jack was kind of like a superhero and that big guy was like the sidekick. He called them DocMan and Dude. Their adventure of the day was chasing Vincent out of the food supply tent because he wanted a snack. So now Vincent had to be tethered (he had learned that word from Mr. Locke) to a tree in the shade and Walt didn’t want to sit there because it was near the forest and the forest kind of scared him. Stupid dog. He kicked at the sand and sat back down with a stick he had found.
He saw the British man and the pregnant lady smiling at each other. He thought that maybe they were married and the baby was safe, and when it was born maybe he could help take care of it. He had always wanted a brother or sister and that kid would be lucky because it would have two parents.
The man with the scowl on his face (or that smirk) was coming to sit in the chair near him. Walt stopped tracing the stick in the sand because he thought maybe it was too girly. This man reminded him of cowboys in westerns that he would watch before it was bedtime. All he was missing was the hat. But Walt couldn’t decide if he was the bad guy or the good guy. He was wearing black, but sometimes, when no one else was looking he would pull out a letter and look really sad. Maybe his mom died too.
**
Sawyer flopped down in the airplane chair. Christ it was hot here. And he knew by nightfall it would be cool and he’d be wishing for the warmth. He pulled out a cigarette and lit it, inhaling the nicotine and wondering what the hell he was going to do when he ran out of cigarettes. But he didn’t want to think about that now.
He pulled Watership Down out of his back pocket and began reading. Of course, he tried to look as disinterested as possible but really the story was interesting. And it was about fucking rabbits. He thought it was some kid’s book but then as he started reading, he realized it might be a useful tool, learning how to survive. Like the stupid rabbits did.
He felt someone’s eyes on him and he looked up quickly and saw that little black kid looking quickly down.
“Got a problem, kid?” He snarled.
Walt shrugged. “No.” He paused. “What are you reading?”
Sawyer set the book down and took a long drag on his cigarette. He eyed the kid carefully. “Nothing really. Just some dumb book about rabbits.” He saw the disappointment in the kid’s eyes. Ah, there was guilt, his old familiar friend. He cleared his throat. “I, uh, found some other books.”
Walt’s eyes lit up. “Really? What kind? All I found were some comics in Spanish.”
Sawyer felt stupid. “You can read in Spanish?”
The kid laughed. “No. I just looked at the pictures.”
Sawyer tried not to look like he was enjoying the conversation, but this kid was the first person to not look at him with absolute hate. Not that he wanted to be liked, look where being liked got Doc Metro. He had to make all the decisions and if they were bad ones, take the blame. He had to be everyone’s savior. No matter what Doc had said last night, Sawyer was still looking out for himself. And he would continue to. But it wouldn’t hurt to talk to the kid. He’d heard the kid’s dad talking to Mack the Knife about his mom dying and how he hadn’t really seen the kid for a long time. The kid sort of reminded him of his nephew. Sawyer tried to ignore the pang of loneliness when he realized that he really might never see his family again.
He stood up and handed the book over to Walt. “Here.” He started to walk away and stopped slightly, “I’ll bring you some others later.” He strode off into the sunset.
If Walt concentrated hard enough, he could almost hear the western music playing as he walked off into the sunset. He smiled and opened the book.
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Date: 2004-10-23 03:42 am (UTC)SERIOUSLY huge response out of me from that. That is PERFECT! It is such a simplistic child-like thought. It's brilliant.
And then the nickname Mack The Knife was great too! heehehe. You did a great job, can't wait to read more of your stuff!
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Date: 2004-10-23 03:47 am (UTC)And the nickname? I tried several but then I remembered that song so I thought...cool.
Anyways, thank you! I was nervous posting, this is the second fic I've ever posted anywhere. I've written a couple of others, but they still need work.
Wow, I'm babble-y tonight (this morning, whatever).
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Date: 2004-10-23 03:56 am (UTC)Yeah I know what you're saying. I've been hesitant about doing anything from Walt's POV because of the child-like thing. I tend to have swear words and harsh narration in my fics so it's weird... it woudl be a step out of my comfort zone, definitely.
I think once you get comfortable posting the fic - because Im telling the truth when I say you aren't lacking the writing chops - then things will just sort of... it'll feel better, trust me.
I mean if I were to give you any advice at all, it would be to really push for your narrative to feel like the character. You're already getting into that, and so you definitely know how to do it. I would just say to do it some more.
Oh and also, this is of course from my personal preference, how are you with writing in present tense instead of past. I dunno know why I'm all about present tense... *shrug* but I am. LOL. It's not like i dont like past or that i think you should do present... wow I think I'm babbling again! lol. I think what I'm just saying is that you definitely have the talent... and not like... practiced talent. I mean in your writing i can really see the real deal.
You know how some people can just practice and practice and practice... but it's never going to be right? Yeah you have what makes it right.
Wow. Babbling at 4 AM while eating cold pizza is funny.
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Date: 2004-10-23 04:05 am (UTC)Present tense v. past? I have no idea. I don't really know what a majority of what I've written has been in. Hm...maybe that's something I should look at.
Anyways, I should probably go to sleep. I'm beginning to get delirious.
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Date: 2004-10-23 04:09 am (UTC)Yeah I'm doing NaNoWriMo. I'll help cheer ya on!
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Date: 2004-10-23 05:04 am (UTC)Especially the interpretation of Sawyer being in a western. Because he looks and acts like it. And of course Walt would be the one to notice the sad, not-jackassy parts of him and be willing to talk.
If Walt concentrated hard enough, he could almost hear the western music playing as he walked off into the sunset. He smiled and opened the book.
Love. Yay!
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Date: 2004-10-23 03:59 pm (UTC)Whenever I see Sawyer, he really does remind me of someone in a western. :)
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Date: 2004-11-01 01:47 am (UTC)Love!!! Walty and Sawyer, oh, the unlikeliness of it all! He *is* a cowboy! And this is so awesome! It's funny and adorable and has a very subtle edge of sadness, and I adore it. Recced at my journal (you rec hog!) because all the world needs to revel in the wondrousness of Walt and Sawyer! *squeeee*
Yes, I am spazzing out. But I love this so much!!! Oh, now I need a Walt icon. *runs in circles* Yay!!!
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Date: 2004-11-07 09:37 pm (UTC)I'm trying to write some more but writer's block is killing me. :)