Lost Fic: Prince Sawyer & Princess Boone (Sawyer/Boone) (original) (raw)

Title: Prince Sawyer and Princess Boone
Fandom: Lost
Characters: Sawyer/Boone
Prompt: 018. Children
Word Count: 837
Rating: PG
Author's Notes: Yeah, it's fluff. Sue me.

"I think it's cute."

Sawyer snarled. "There's nothing 'cute' about it. A pain in my ass is more like it."

Boone leaned in closer and ran his finger along the baby's pudgy cheek. "He's beautiful."

"He smells."

"I just changed him! He does not smell."

"Wrinkly and ugly. I don't know why everybody's all in a twist about this kid." Sawyer glowered at the baby in his arms. "There are other things I could be doing."

"It's just for a little while to let Claire get some sleep." Boone watched Sawyer's hands the whole time he bitched. In contrast to his tone, Sawyer's hands moved with incredible tenderness over the baby. Boone couldn't take his eyes off of it. Ever since they'd found out that the baby, aka Turnip Head, liked the sound of Sawyer's voice Sawyer had spent about an hour every afternoon reading to him while Claire got a little sleep. And while Sawyer groused about it, Boone noticed how he looked up the beach for Charlie when it was time.

The baby fussed in Sawyer's arms.

"You'd better start talking."

"I'm running out of things to say to the little brat."

"Why not tell him a story?" Boone suggested. He loved their afternoons with the baby, and it's not like he could blame Claire's son for loving the sound of Sawyer's voice. Boone loved it too.

"What? Like Robinson Carusoe?" Sawyer cursed when the baby took a handful of his hair in one fist and tugged. "Ow! Sonofa…"

"It's not his fault you need a haircut."

"Oh really?" Sawyer waved towards the baby's fist. "A little help here?"

Snickering, Boone gently pried open the baby's fingers. "He's got a strong grip."

Sawyer adjusted the baby in his arms in order to protect his hair. "I'm starting to run out of stuff to read to him."

"Make something up." Boone encouraged, sprawling on his back, resting his head on Sawyer's knees and folding his hands over his stomach. "Come on Unca Sawyer. Tell us a story."

"You want a story? Fine. Once upon a time there lived a handsome prince. Prince Sawyer."

"Prince Sawyer?"

"Yeah. You got a problem with that?"

"Oh no your majesty. Not at all." Boone snickered. He lifted his water bottle to his lips and took a drink.

"And the whole kingdom loved Prince Sawyer."

Boone choked.

"You're interrupting story time."

"Sorry, it's just I never heard this fairytale before."

"You worry about your own fairy tail." Sawyer replied with a leer. "Like I was sayin' before we got interrupted. Prince Sawyer was loved by everybody. So one day he was out attending to Prince business."

"Prince business?"

"You know the kind: slaying dragons, saving villagers, rescuing maidens, pulling kittens out of trees." Sawyer replied. "So he's minding his own business when a hot blonde comes sashaying up to him. You know the type- a real Barbie wannabe. She says to the Prince 'Help! Help! You have to help my kingdom's Princess. He's been stolen away and shoved down a hatch by the evil Sir John of Locke."

Boone rolled his eyes, then sat up glaring at Sawyer. "The princess is a HE?"

"Well yeah. The kid's too young to follow a story with two Princes. So let's just call the Princess Princess Boone."

"No!"

"Come on. Think of the children."

"The children! You are not calling me Princess Boone!"

Ignoring Boone, Sawyer continued. "Prince Sawyer had heard of Princess Boone…"

"I mean it."

"He was the prettiest princess in all the land…"

"I'm going to so kick your a-"

"Now now Princess. You don't want to be setting a bad example do you?"

Sulking, Boone sank down into the sand. He was saved by Claire coming for the baby.

"Was he good?" She asked.

"Nope. A real brat." Sawyer grinned. "OH! You mean Turniphead? He was fine. But I think Boone needs a nap."

Claire looked at them oddly. "O-kay then. We'll just be headed back to my tent. Thanks a lot guys I really appreciate it."

"Later kid." Sawyer waved.

Boone waited until Claire was further down the beach before pinning Sawyer in the sand. "Asshole."

"You're going to have to watch that mouth of yours now that there are children present." Sawyer laughed up at Boone.

"So does that mean you don't want me to do any more of this?" Boone licked a stripe from Sawyer's ear to his Adam's apple.

"Hell no it doesn't mean that." Sawyer moaned. "Come on Princess." Sawyer stood up and pulled Boone with him into the tent. "Let's make a happy ending."