fic: the business of making babies, lost, claire/sawyer/jack

[krickets]

the business of making babies, r
lost, claire/sawyer/jack, 402
never thought I'd write in the names & curses 'verse again, but I did, for gigglemonster. possibly the most sappy (yet still strange) thing I've written. you've been warned.


Claire stands in front of the canvas, the crumbling black between her fingertips. She makes her last stroke, another sketch complete, another story finished.

There are days when she wonders why they don't move anymore. But then she hears Jack and Sawyer's voices coming from the kitchen, feels the life growing inside her, a baby made with Jack's blessing, and she remembers.

It's not to replace the one she lost. Claire knows that's what the three of them were about at the start. For her.

But not anymore.

They hadn't always been as careful as they could be, but Claire had always been sure. Another pill down and it's one less thing to worry about.

Jack camps out in the guest bedroom for a month, more like three. He keeps his distance, and she knows it must be difficult. To not be able to touch her, to be apart, to hear the sounds from their bedroom, her and Sawyer and the business of making babies. Some nights, Sawyer leaves her and she can hear the two of them from across the hall. It's a lonely feeling, like they're all somehow separated again, and she can't help but feel that's not at all how it should be.

One night, Jack slips into the room, slides against the wall in one corner, watches them from his spot on the hardwood floor, doesn't make a sound. Afterward, Claire's arm reaches out to him and he crawls onto the bed, fully clothed. He fits himself between them, kisses each of their lips, falls asleep in the tangle of their limbs.

Claire is sure that's the night it happened.

She remembers the afternoon she calls him from the road after a visit to the clinic. And the way he was after, a man making up for lost time.

Now, Claire washes her hands, flicks the light switch in her studio and joins them in the kitchen. Jack whispers something Claire can't hear and Sawyer laughs. She comes up behind them, a hand on each of their heads.

"What's all this talk?" she asks.

Jack's hand goes to her lower back and Sawyer pulls the chair between them out for her. "Nothing," they both say.

She sits, tuning out their words, simply enjoying the gentle hum of their conversation.

Her hand goes to her belly. Wake up little girl, she thinks. Wake up and listen to your daddies.

-fin




*sketch from a photo of graffiti art found on the net.

Comments

[daybreak777.livejournal.com]

Aww, that was so sweet and thoughtful. And you drew this? It's so beautiful. Girl, you have hidden talents!

[crickets.livejournal.com]

Oh no no. It's a piece of graffiti art I found on the net. I had to edit it a bit to clear off the other graffiti that was around it. I should edit to say that.

Anyway, I'm glad you liked this! :)

[daybreak777.livejournal.com]

It's still lovely as is the fic. I like to hear the thoughts swirling around your characters' heads. :-)

[dazzlebug.livejournal.com]

This is STUNNING.

[crickets.livejournal.com]

Thank you, Kayl! ♥

[workswithwords.livejournal.com]

This is so good, KC! I have to say I'm pretty HAPPY that you wrote in this verse again, because you do such a great job with it!

Thanks for sharing this with us!!

[crickets.livejournal.com]

Aw, well thank you. I do miss writing in this verse, it's just about finding something more to say.

Thank you for reading!

[gigglemonster.livejournal.com]

*happy sigh* Oh how I love this! This verse, omg never stop writing in this verse it is my favorite thing ever!
I can't tell you how much I adore the fact that Claire is an artist. Idk that just FITS so incredibly well.
The last few lines of this are my favorite. I love the image of her with a hand on each of their heads lol CUTE and her talking to the baby AWW!
Also! I love that while they're all three meant to be together, they can still have little one one one moments with each other - like Sawyer and Jack whispering. I just love that detail.
This is beautiful, you are awesome and ILU! Thank you :D

[crickets.livejournal.com]

Hahaha, well I don't know how much more there is to say but I suppose there's an endless list of missing stories/scenes about how they got there that I could tap into. Maybe.

Thank you so much for prompting me and I'm so glad you liked this! Only for you would I write baby fic my dear, haha.

[slybrunette.livejournal.com]

The picture works so great in addition to this. I told you I loved this last night, and I adore it even more when I'm actually, you know, fully awake. Fantastic hun!

[crickets.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you like the drawing. I was thinking of posting another one but then I found this and it just works.

Thanks for stopping by to comment and thanks for all the advice last night! :)

[ozmissage.livejournal.com]

I've never read a Claire/Jack/Sawyer fic before, but man if it's all this gorgeous I'm going to have to go check out the rest of this verse. Your writing is so beautiful and lyrical, I absolutely loved this. Wonderful job!

[crickets.livejournal.com]

Oh, wow well thank you. I'm glad you gave the pairing a try and liked it! Here's this verse in order if it makes it easier for you to go back:

Names & Curses 'Verse
→ These Lies, jack/claire, jack/sawyer/claire, jack/ofc, r, He’s no savior. He’s just a man. (http://super-kc.livejournal.com/51211.html)
→ Ain't No Con, sawyer/jack/claire, r, his mind tells him there’s something very, very wrong with this... (http://super-kc.livejournal.com/51952.html)
→ In This Mess of Flesh, sawyer/jack/claire, r, This will always be the moment that defines everything before and since. (http://super-kc.livejournal.com/53179.html)
→ Invisible People, sawyer/jack/claire, r, T-shirts, tank tops, and dirt on their feet, and it feels like home again. (http://super-kc.livejournal.com/55118.html)
→ Empty Beds, Emptier Hearts, sawyer/jack/claire, r, And maybe this is giving up, but for now it feels like home... (http://super-kc.livejournal.com/56149.html)
→ Of Lies and Truths, sawyer/jack/claire, nc17, California lasts a year, and for once they’re tired of the sun. (http://super-kc.livejournal.com/56400.html)
→ We Made Up Our Identities, sawyer/jack/claire, r, always make believe it isn't real (http://super-kc.livejournal.com/150158.html)
→ The Business of Making Babies, claire/sawyer/jack, r, another sketch complete, another story finished (http://crickets.livejournal.com/298476.html)

There are others I've written with them, but these are all a part of the same story. Enjoy! ♥!

[ozmissage.livejournal.com]

That was a pretty amazing way to spend the afternoon. I'm absolutely blown away by how vivid each of these stories were. I love the little details you add, the image of Sawyer and Claire fighting over the radio while Jack watches, the boys in the water, Claire handing her ticket to the hitchhiker. The world feels so complete I felt like I was lost in it.

But what I really loved was how true the connection between the three of them felt. I wasn't expecting to believe so fully in the idea that these three people together could make a home, but somehow it felt absolutely right. I love the Sawyer bits in particular, you write him beautifully. I especially adored the part where he acknowledges that he still cons, but that what he shares with them is absolutely true. To me Sawyer's journey has always been about finding a place where he doesn't have to be Sawyer anymore, where he can finally be who he is instead someone he invented and this is such a unique take on that idea.

Bravo also for having Jack acknowledge his guilt over the situation. It just made the whole thing all the more believable because it was so in character. I was glad to see him make peace with it in the end though.

Thank you so much for pointing me to the rest of the verse! It was a pleasure to read (and I apologize for the novel length feedback.)

[crickets.livejournal.com]

Wow well thank you so much for reading all of them. I'm glad that even after all this time this pairing and this story can really suck people in and make them believe. Don't worry about the long comment, I don't mind at all. Besides, it just makes me happy to know that you read the series and liked it so much. Thanks for pointing out all those little details that you liked, I had almost forgotten about some of them. Kind of like revisiting old memories. Writing them is just as much an experience as I imagine reading them is. Thank you so much for your feedback and for taking the time to go back and read. So very much appreciated.

[missy-useless.livejournal.com]

I am not a fan of baby!fic, but this one was absolutely beautiful. Jack/Claire (and Claire/Jack/Sawyer) owns my soul, especially when it's this well written. Gorgeous work, thanks for sharing. :D

[crickets.livejournal.com]

You know what? I had serious reservations about writing this because baby!fic usually turns me off, but I swear to god this thing wrote itself. I had no control, much is my disdain for the genre. But hey, I'm glad you think it turned out alright. I was pleasantly surprised myself! Jack/Claire, Jack/Sawyer/Claire, are totally one of my biggest fandom weaknesses. *draws hearts around them.*

[glasssnowdrop.livejournal.com]

This is so perfect! I am very of the family that baby would have :D

[crickets.livejournal.com]

Haha, glad you enjoyed it! I would envy that baby too!

[glasssnowdrop.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you picked up on the word envious...which I quite randomly decided not to include in the sentence.

[crickets.livejournal.com]

Hah, well I knew what you meant. ;)