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Title: Ain't No Con (Five Ways The Island Changed Sawyer)
Fandom: LOST
Characters: Sawyer, Jack, Claire (mentions of Kate)
Table: table-5
Prompt: Memory, Complain, Hide, Steal, Change
Word Count: (130, 154, 111, 132, 151) 678 TOTAL
Rating: R (sexuality, themes)
Summary: There are some memories he doesn’t want to forget. He ain’t got cause for complaints. Right between them’s a home enough. He still cons, just not everybody anymore. Vengeance ain’t his master.
Author's Notes: Thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dayln03 for the beta!
Warnings: Minor Spoilers for the Brig (not overt), Jawyercita, Jawyer, ConMama
Feedback: Pretty please? *grovels* ConCrit Welcome!
Verse: Names & Curses
1.
There Are Some Memories He Doesn’t Want to Forget
Sawyer never really missed anybody his whole life. Now, maybe that’s some kind of lie he used to tell him self so he could sleep better at night, but these days he doesn’t think so. Not even his mama. Course, he never really knew her all that well either, come to think of it.
But now, some nights, when he’s alone, or even when he’s not, he thinks of her, her freckled nose, the taste of berries, that way she never let him get away with nothing, infuriating and comforting all at once.
And when he looks at the doc sometimes, he sees in his dark eyes that same far off look, and knows that he misses her too.
And maybe, just maybe, she’s the thing that binds them together.
2.
He Ain’t Got Cause For Complaints
It starts with just him and doc. The kid sister is just a tagalong, childless mother, don’t want to go home, ‘cause she’s not got much of one anyway. And he can’t deny that she’s something special to the both of them.
They try to be quiet; hot breaths mingling as he presses his hips into Jack’s, but it ain’t like she’s stupid or something.
Mornings, she gives them looks with their toast, fingers brushing against his in that teasing way he recognizes and it almost seems like she’s happy about the whole damn thing. Delighted, even.
’Til one night she slips through the crack in the door, and under the sheets and before he knows it he’s sandwiched between them, and even though his mind tells him there’s something very, very wrong with this, the rest of his parts disagree.
And it isn’t like it’s ever mattered to him what was right before, anyhow.
3.
Right Between Them’s A Home Enough
It’s because of him the three of them are always on the move, with the lawman always a step behind. They’re not after him now, but him before – the one he doesn’t know any better than these dusty back roads they drive.
So they move, find someplace that’ll have them long enough for Doc to get a job that don’t pay near enough what his hands are worth.
Jacks hands, pulling at the both of them, finding their way between them as Sawyer catches Claire’s bottom lip between his teeth.
They don’t seem to mind the road, and the truth is he doesn’t either, not anymore. ‘Cause right between them’s a home enough.
4.
He Still Cons, Just Not Everybody Anymore
Sure, he’d stop conning if he thought the law would ever stop chasing him. But it’s hard to keep your head down when the dead come back to life.
No, they’ll never stop coming. And so when times are tough, when Jack’s hands don’t earn their keep, because there’s not much market for a traveling spinal surgeon, he pulls smalltime gigs, just to get them to the next town, the next job.
He teaches Claire, apt a pupil as he’s ever seen. And it reminds him of another time, a time when his intentions weren’t so pure. But now they’re just about as pure as a conman can get, her blue eyes sparkling back at him, and he knows that he’d do anything for her, for them.
And that ain’t no con.
5.
Vengeance Ain’t His Master
He used to hold on to things, bad memories, and grudges, grip them like a vice, squeeze ‘til he was blue. That was all before he realized who it was he was choking – not some innocent guy in a back alley in Sydney, not some monster in a slave ship in the jungle, but his own self – James Ford.
He’s the only one who can ever pay the price for his sins.
Now there’s forgiveness. And they, the doc and his sister, gave that to him. He finally learned how it works. And every morning when he wakes up, legs entwined with theirs, he’s lighter and lighter.
Every now and then she’s got to steady his hand, blonde wisps brushing his wrist as her lips press into his cracked palm. But even in these moments spent on the edge he knows – vengeance ain’t his master, not anymore and not ever again.
100_situations despite my non-approval. I just can't help myself.Title: Ain't No Con (Five Ways The Island Changed Sawyer)
Fandom: LOST
Characters: Sawyer, Jack, Claire (mentions of Kate)
Table: table-5
Prompt: Memory, Complain, Hide, Steal, Change
Word Count: (130, 154, 111, 132, 151) 678 TOTAL
Rating: R (sexuality, themes)
Summary: There are some memories he doesn’t want to forget. He ain’t got cause for complaints. Right between them’s a home enough. He still cons, just not everybody anymore. Vengeance ain’t his master.
Author's Notes: Thanks to
dayln03 for the beta!Warnings: Minor Spoilers for the Brig (not overt), Jawyercita, Jawyer, ConMama
Feedback: Pretty please? *grovels* ConCrit Welcome!
Verse: Names & Curses
There Are Some Memories He Doesn’t Want to Forget
Sawyer never really missed anybody his whole life. Now, maybe that’s some kind of lie he used to tell him self so he could sleep better at night, but these days he doesn’t think so. Not even his mama. Course, he never really knew her all that well either, come to think of it.
But now, some nights, when he’s alone, or even when he’s not, he thinks of her, her freckled nose, the taste of berries, that way she never let him get away with nothing, infuriating and comforting all at once.
And when he looks at the doc sometimes, he sees in his dark eyes that same far off look, and knows that he misses her too.
And maybe, just maybe, she’s the thing that binds them together.
He Ain’t Got Cause For Complaints
It starts with just him and doc. The kid sister is just a tagalong, childless mother, don’t want to go home, ‘cause she’s not got much of one anyway. And he can’t deny that she’s something special to the both of them.
They try to be quiet; hot breaths mingling as he presses his hips into Jack’s, but it ain’t like she’s stupid or something.
Mornings, she gives them looks with their toast, fingers brushing against his in that teasing way he recognizes and it almost seems like she’s happy about the whole damn thing. Delighted, even.
’Til one night she slips through the crack in the door, and under the sheets and before he knows it he’s sandwiched between them, and even though his mind tells him there’s something very, very wrong with this, the rest of his parts disagree.
And it isn’t like it’s ever mattered to him what was right before, anyhow.
Right Between Them’s A Home Enough
It’s because of him the three of them are always on the move, with the lawman always a step behind. They’re not after him now, but him before – the one he doesn’t know any better than these dusty back roads they drive.
So they move, find someplace that’ll have them long enough for Doc to get a job that don’t pay near enough what his hands are worth.
Jacks hands, pulling at the both of them, finding their way between them as Sawyer catches Claire’s bottom lip between his teeth.
They don’t seem to mind the road, and the truth is he doesn’t either, not anymore. ‘Cause right between them’s a home enough.
He Still Cons, Just Not Everybody Anymore
Sure, he’d stop conning if he thought the law would ever stop chasing him. But it’s hard to keep your head down when the dead come back to life.
No, they’ll never stop coming. And so when times are tough, when Jack’s hands don’t earn their keep, because there’s not much market for a traveling spinal surgeon, he pulls smalltime gigs, just to get them to the next town, the next job.
He teaches Claire, apt a pupil as he’s ever seen. And it reminds him of another time, a time when his intentions weren’t so pure. But now they’re just about as pure as a conman can get, her blue eyes sparkling back at him, and he knows that he’d do anything for her, for them.
And that ain’t no con.
Vengeance Ain’t His Master
He used to hold on to things, bad memories, and grudges, grip them like a vice, squeeze ‘til he was blue. That was all before he realized who it was he was choking – not some innocent guy in a back alley in Sydney, not some monster in a slave ship in the jungle, but his own self – James Ford.
He’s the only one who can ever pay the price for his sins.
Now there’s forgiveness. And they, the doc and his sister, gave that to him. He finally learned how it works. And every morning when he wakes up, legs entwined with theirs, he’s lighter and lighter.
Every now and then she’s got to steady his hand, blonde wisps brushing his wrist as her lips press into his cracked palm. But even in these moments spent on the edge he knows – vengeance ain’t his master, not anymore and not ever again.
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Date: 2007-05-05 01:45 pm (UTC)#1...poor Sawyer, poor Jack. At least they have each other! I can think of a few ways they can help each other keep their minds off of her ;)
#2..Lovin the mental pictures you get with this one. For some reason them all sitting eating toast together in the morning just makes me smile. It's so cute! It also made me giggle how Sawyer's brain knows its wrong but his 'other parts' dont disagree! lol!
#3...It makes me sad that Sawyer just can't get away from his past, even though that's not the person he is anymore, they're still after the old him. Plus
Jacks hands, pulling at the both of them, finding their way between them as Sawyer catches Claire’s bottom lip between his teeth.
Gorgeous!
#4..This one was amazing. The idea of making Claire sort of a con I just love for some reason! And YAY for Sawyer and pure intentions for them!
#5..This one I can't even say anything about because it's just perfect. My favorite..I love it!
Okay so did you really think for a second that I wasn't gonna comment on every single one?! I don't joke about that stuff!
I loved this!
You're the best!
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Date: 2007-05-05 02:36 pm (UTC)I love you Dayln! I'm glad someone likes this! And it's all the better that it's you, you, you!
Re: #1 - Hee! Yeah me too!
Re: #5 - I'm SO GLAD you like this one best. I sort of struggled with it, but I think it came out really well.
*gives you Jawyer-shaped cookies*
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Date: 2007-05-05 03:38 pm (UTC)My favorite part must be 4., because of con!Claire. How cool is that? ;) Moreover, I adore this sentence: "But now they’re just about as pure as a conman can get, her blue eyes sparkling back at him, and he knows that he’d do anything for her, for them." You're genius!
Look what you did to me. Like I haven't got enough threesomes in my head already.
Now I think I need an icon with J/C/S. Badly! ;)
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Date: 2007-05-05 04:03 pm (UTC)Me? Genius? Noooo..... hehehe
Well, if you insist!
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Date: 2007-05-06 02:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-06 09:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-05-06 09:12 pm (UTC)’Til one night she slips through the crack in the door, and under the sheets and before he knows it he’s sandwiched between them, and even though his mind tells him there’s something very, very wrong with this, the rest of his parts disagree.
Fantastic!
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Date: 2007-05-07 12:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-16 01:17 am (UTC)[Claire's his sister? Whoops. I really have to get myself caught up on Lost. Someday...]
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Date: 2007-07-16 01:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-16 01:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-28 09:23 pm (UTC)I had read this before, but it was when I read EVERYTHING you had listed, and it would have looked very odd and stalkery if I'd commented on every story!
You should know by now that I love your style, but story is definitely one of the best examples.
vengeance ain’t his master, not anymore and not ever again.
*sighs with pleasure*
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Date: 2007-07-29 02:39 am (UTC)