Like Father...
Jun. 30th, 2007 01:28 amTitle: Like Father...
Rating, WordCount: R, 390
Fandom - Pairings: LOST - Sawyer/Christian (& Sawyer/Jack)
Summary: Jack and his father have more in common than he'll ever know.
Author's Note: No beta. Wacky brainchild. Thank you Dayln.
Prompt/Challenge: Apparition at 100_situations, Challenge #51 In Loving Memory at lostficchallenge.
This is normal.
This is how they deal with their exposure, hiding under night’s broad wings. It’s not just that they’re stranded on this godforsaken island or that they’re fighting for their lives. It’s being always out in the open, followed constantly by eyes and questions. So they disappear within each other, behind the thin shelter of Sawyer’s tent, sinking in, salty skin slick with jungle heat, hips colliding, always rough and never tender, no time to be slow or deliberate.
No wonder, Sawyer thinks every time he remembers that he once knew Jack’s father. He’s surprised he didn’t realize it the minute they met. He looks like him, same lean, almost clumsy body. And now he knows that he fucks like him too. The doc tries hard not to be like his old man. But what Jack doesn’t know, and what Sawyer will never be able tell him, is that it was Christian who struggled not to be like Jack. It was his daddy who betrayed his own nature, not Jack.
He hears Jack’s low voice in his ear on one of those rare nights they stay together after, whispering about how he once saw his father on the island, alive, haunting him. Sawyer’s not surprised. It makes sense.
After all, you can never outrun your own shadow.
Sawyer remembers being followed into the bathroom in that bar in Sydney, and being pushed against the wall by strong, purposeful hands, hands like Jack’s. There were no kisses or soft words, only fucking, just like Jack.
“What’s your sin, son?” Christian asks afterwards, Sawyer still out of breath and recovering against the bathroom sink.
He laughs, thinking how sick and twisted it feels to be called son by this man. “You mean like, seven-deadly-sins sin? Or average, everyday, I-fucked-a-stranger-in-a-public-restroom sin?” he asks with a chuckle in his throat.
“Does it matter?” Christian asks as he tucks his shirt back into his pants.
“Wrath, I suppose,” Sawyer offers, lifting himself up and yanking up his jeans. Christian nods knowingly. “Yours?” he asks.
“I’m a fraud,” Christian offers without a moment’s hesitation. “Not in the traditional sense, you see, but in most other ways. In all the ways it truly matters.”
“That ain’t no sin,” Sawyer laughs again, reaches out, brushes a hand through Christian’s silver hair, damp with perspiration. “That’s just livin’.”
-fin

Rating, WordCount: R, 390
Fandom - Pairings: LOST - Sawyer/Christian (& Sawyer/Jack)
Summary: Jack and his father have more in common than he'll ever know.
Author's Note: No beta. Wacky brainchild. Thank you Dayln.
Prompt/Challenge: Apparition at 100_situations, Challenge #51 In Loving Memory at lostficchallenge.
This is normal.
This is how they deal with their exposure, hiding under night’s broad wings. It’s not just that they’re stranded on this godforsaken island or that they’re fighting for their lives. It’s being always out in the open, followed constantly by eyes and questions. So they disappear within each other, behind the thin shelter of Sawyer’s tent, sinking in, salty skin slick with jungle heat, hips colliding, always rough and never tender, no time to be slow or deliberate.
No wonder, Sawyer thinks every time he remembers that he once knew Jack’s father. He’s surprised he didn’t realize it the minute they met. He looks like him, same lean, almost clumsy body. And now he knows that he fucks like him too. The doc tries hard not to be like his old man. But what Jack doesn’t know, and what Sawyer will never be able tell him, is that it was Christian who struggled not to be like Jack. It was his daddy who betrayed his own nature, not Jack.
He hears Jack’s low voice in his ear on one of those rare nights they stay together after, whispering about how he once saw his father on the island, alive, haunting him. Sawyer’s not surprised. It makes sense.
After all, you can never outrun your own shadow.
Sawyer remembers being followed into the bathroom in that bar in Sydney, and being pushed against the wall by strong, purposeful hands, hands like Jack’s. There were no kisses or soft words, only fucking, just like Jack.
“What’s your sin, son?” Christian asks afterwards, Sawyer still out of breath and recovering against the bathroom sink.
He laughs, thinking how sick and twisted it feels to be called son by this man. “You mean like, seven-deadly-sins sin? Or average, everyday, I-fucked-a-stranger-in-a-public-restroom sin?” he asks with a chuckle in his throat.
“Does it matter?” Christian asks as he tucks his shirt back into his pants.
“Wrath, I suppose,” Sawyer offers, lifting himself up and yanking up his jeans. Christian nods knowingly. “Yours?” he asks.
“I’m a fraud,” Christian offers without a moment’s hesitation. “Not in the traditional sense, you see, but in most other ways. In all the ways it truly matters.”
“That ain’t no sin,” Sawyer laughs again, reaches out, brushes a hand through Christian’s silver hair, damp with perspiration. “That’s just livin’.”
-fin

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Date: 2007-06-30 05:54 am (UTC)Even better than the first time I read it.
As soon as I get over my fangirl-like squeeing..I will comment..
*deep breath*
Ohhhkay.
But what Jack doesn’t know, and what Sawyer will never be able tell him, is that it was Christian who struggled not to be like Jack
That part right there, gives me chills. So does that whole paragraph. Jack and his dad..so alike, they even fuck the same. Love it.
After all, you can never outrun your own shadow.
And that?? Just gives me more freakin chills! LOL So perfect.
So...while it may be a tidge bit pervy, I'm kinda in love with Sawyer and Christian and their bathroom sex. If only because Sawyer remembers it being just the way it is with Jack, with the no kissing or anything. Either way. GUH!
That ain’t no sin,” Sawyer laughs again, reaches out, brushes a hand through Christian’s silver hair, damp with perspiration. “That’s just livin’.”
PERFECT ending. I lurrrrve the image of Sawyer running a hand through his hair like that. Just love it.
KC!
I LOVE YOU!
And I love that you wrote this because its a gazilllion different kinds of awesome!
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Date: 2007-06-30 06:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-30 06:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-30 06:28 am (UTC)*glomps you cuz you know the feeling's mutual*
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Date: 2007-06-30 06:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-30 06:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-30 06:46 am (UTC)OMG, this is fantastic. I fucking love it so much and I almost didn't read it cuz it was a little squicky to me, to be honest. But gawd, it's perfect, harsh and just so, so amazing and the dialog just cuts like a knife. Wow.
Friending you now, and pimping.
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Date: 2007-06-30 06:51 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-06-30 06:55 am (UTC)Anyway, I'm super stoked you dug it and that you read it despite the squick factor. I pretty much figured that would keep most folks away, honestly. And most definitely, definitely friending right back! ♥!
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Date: 2007-06-30 01:55 pm (UTC)I shall selfishly claim this as my reward for scrubbing the oven to within an inch of its life earlier today...
*does a little happy jig"
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Date: 2007-06-30 01:57 pm (UTC)Now it makes no sense.
In summary, ZZ was pimping this, but I'dda seen it anyway and jumped around for joy.
Love this pairing and not seen it before and asked for it at
Then you wrote it anyway, and there was much happiness in my heart!
Over and out.
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Date: 2007-06-30 03:46 pm (UTC)I love that last line, it's so powerful. The whole thing is.
I don't know what to say other than this was fabulous, and totally got me into a really weird pairing. Fantastic fic!
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Date: 2007-07-01 03:16 am (UTC)You rock, my love. And I'm super stoked you dug it.
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Date: 2007-07-01 03:18 am (UTC)But it seems to have worked out. I'm really very proud of the piece itself, and it seems like other people are into it as well. So yay-squared.
Thank you for reading despite your reservations. And thank you for saying what you did about my writing. That makes me go all gooey inside and always, always inspires me to write more.
Love you!
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Date: 2007-07-01 03:22 am (UTC)In that case I'll have to say stuff like that more often, because more writing from you puts me in a better mood.
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Date: 2007-07-01 02:51 pm (UTC)Why are you not surprised this pairing makes me happy in the ways only slash can? Because you already know me very well!!
Actually, the more I think about that, the more I decide that it's the self-confident, yet flawed blokes that rock my reading world.
Oh, and you.
*dances on chair trying not to spill coffee or cat off knee*
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Date: 2007-07-02 06:54 pm (UTC)and you gave me a chance to use my creepy icon!
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Date: 2007-07-02 08:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-02 11:46 pm (UTC)awesome fic!
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Date: 2007-07-03 02:20 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-04 02:22 pm (UTC);)
This was very good, and I think that the relationship among Jack and Christian, despite -or maybe thanks to- not being at the center of the stage, is very well done. You can feel the rivalry, te difficulties, the ambitions and hopes of both.
Loved the ending part too.
“I’m a fraud,” (...) "In all the ways it truly matters.”
and
“That ain’t no sin,” (...) “That’s just livin’.”
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Date: 2007-07-04 04:45 pm (UTC)Haha, that was me except I was like, "I've just written Sawyer/Christian! o_O" Hahaha.
I'm glad you read it anyway, thanks to zzs rec. And I'm glad you liked it. I'm actually really proud of this piece. It came as a kind of challenge. "Hey could I make this work?" Makes me want to challenge myself more often! Haha.
Thanks again! :D