Stash - Lost
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jebbypalTitle: Stash
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fandom: Lost
spoilers: #311 - Enter 77
Summary: Hurley never expected to feel sorry for Sawyer.
wordcount: 295
A/N: Unbetaed because I refuse to encourage my muse in oscillating fandoms. All mistakes are mine.
“Give me back my stash!”
In that one outburst, suddenly Hurley understood Sawyer. Well, okay, finally understood him more than how every fat kid understands the neighborhood bully. He finally understood and he empathized.
See, the thing about being fat, you always know who your friends are. People either like you or they don’t. Of course, new people are always dangerous. Their niceness might just be part of a plan to make a fool out of you later on. But overall, Hurley’s always known pretty much where he stood with everyone.
Well, at least until he won the lottery.
Even then, he generally knew. Pretty girl hits on him – she’s after the money. The bag boy is extra helpful instead of making his normal snide remark under his breath how carrying the overfull bags might be a good workout routine – he wants a tip. His dad shows up, well, you get the picture.
Sawyer’s more comfortable knowing that people are nice to him because they need something from his stash. Ironically enough, the poor guy managed to get marooned with a lot of nice people that might of have grown to like him despite Sawyer’s proclivity for nicknames.
Hurley looks at the stack of magazines and then at over at Sawyer, slumped against his tent as he tries to fix his glasses. Poor guy’s been through hell over with the Other’s. Heck, he’d been through hell before that, what with almost being drowned on the raft and then getting shot. And now he’s worried about Kate and lost among a sea of people that he never bothered to get to know.
Hurley grabs a few Playboys and heads over to give Sawyer some of his stash.
Man, he’s really going to enjoy the next week.
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jebbypalfandom: Lost
spoilers: #311 - Enter 77
Summary: Hurley never expected to feel sorry for Sawyer.
wordcount: 295
A/N: Unbetaed because I refuse to encourage my muse in oscillating fandoms. All mistakes are mine.
“Give me back my stash!”
In that one outburst, suddenly Hurley understood Sawyer. Well, okay, finally understood him more than how every fat kid understands the neighborhood bully. He finally understood and he empathized.
See, the thing about being fat, you always know who your friends are. People either like you or they don’t. Of course, new people are always dangerous. Their niceness might just be part of a plan to make a fool out of you later on. But overall, Hurley’s always known pretty much where he stood with everyone.
Well, at least until he won the lottery.
Even then, he generally knew. Pretty girl hits on him – she’s after the money. The bag boy is extra helpful instead of making his normal snide remark under his breath how carrying the overfull bags might be a good workout routine – he wants a tip. His dad shows up, well, you get the picture.
Sawyer’s more comfortable knowing that people are nice to him because they need something from his stash. Ironically enough, the poor guy managed to get marooned with a lot of nice people that might of have grown to like him despite Sawyer’s proclivity for nicknames.
Hurley looks at the stack of magazines and then at over at Sawyer, slumped against his tent as he tries to fix his glasses. Poor guy’s been through hell over with the Other’s. Heck, he’d been through hell before that, what with almost being drowned on the raft and then getting shot. And now he’s worried about Kate and lost among a sea of people that he never bothered to get to know.
Hurley grabs a few Playboys and heads over to give Sawyer some of his stash.
Man, he’s really going to enjoy the next week.