blood trail - lost, r, jawyercita
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Title: blood trail
Fandom: lost
Rating: r
Pairing: jack/sawyer/claire
A/N: prompts - edge, jack & sawyer by the fire, from![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
dayln03. Beta read by the fantabulous and wonderful kmousie. slash. incest. challenge #60 @ ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
lostfichallenge.
He bleeds.
Knife cut too deep before the gun went off, and he got too damn close anyway - thought maybe somewhere behind the madness that John was still a reasonable man. Now he's just a corpse, and Jack is just a murderer.
He grips his side, stumbles toward the edge of camp, and calls for Sawyer, but it is Claire who finds him first. She drags him, god knows how, and her hands are covered in his blood, their blood. It's in her hair and in her veins, and it reeks of truth.
His knees buckle and hit the sand, and he retches, dry and hard, and the last thing he remembers is his name on her lips.
+
She dreams.
Jack's hands on her, like oil on canvas, like it's always been that way. When she wakes, it's Sawyer beside her, and she brushes his hair back from his face, kisses his eyes. "We should go tonight," she whispers when he stirs. It's no longer safe to stay in one place for too long.
"But Jack?" he says, the unanswered question, thick and groggy with sleep.
"We'll have to carry him," she says simply, because there is no other way. "We'll move when night falls."
He kisses her, and the taste is filled with all that they have lost. And when they come, they come together and apart, and it has always been this way.
+
He walks.
And what has he done his entire life but carry on? Some have said he was simply running away, pushing in the wrong direction, but Sawyer knows better. He's done only what's needed gettin' done, and this is no different. It's just the same as everything else, even with Jack's weight under his hands, and Claire's under his heart.
"I can't," she says, leans against the bark, presses her back to it, drenched with thick jungle sweat.
"You can," he says. And this is the part, he realizes, that's not the same - carrying others along with him.
+
He heals.
Jack's fingers trace the scar along his chest, jagged and full of hate, just like the man who gave it to him. Nearly missed, he thinks, and wonders if it's for the best.
Claire doesn't tend to him, but he knows she did before. Through bouts of sleep and feverish dreams, he remembers her soft touch, even though she thinks he doesn't.
He watches them, they way they stand much closer than they used to, and knows what they won't say.
"The others?" he asks one night, the fractured groups of survivors still in his thoughts, after everything.
"Been weeks," Sawyer says, his hand brushing Jack's, and they both know what that means.
+
She sees.
But Claire, as always, pretends not to see - the same way she pretended not to know that Charlie was going to die, the way she pretended not to be relieved. Their voices are shielded from her ears, the sounds of their fucking at night when they think she's asleep, calling each other's names.
"When does this get easy?" she asks Sawyer when they're alone.
"Which part, Mamacita?"
"All of it," she says, but knows there is no answer.
+
It rains.
Sawyer sits by Jack and wet firewood, the dark smoke rising futilely into the night sky, much like their hopes of ever leaving this place.
"Let me ask you something," Jack says, tossing a smooth rock into the dying coals.
"Answer's no," says Sawyer, and Jack looks at him, the question already written in the air.
Do you love each other?
"Then why?"
"You," Sawyer says. "It's you, Jack, for the both of us. Guess if you can't have what you want..." his voice trails off, letting Jack fill in the blanks, and then he stands, turns toward the makeshift shelter and looks back. "You coming?"
-fin
PS - The fic stays. ;)
PPS - If you ask nice in the comments I might just send you the podfic recording for this. (So long as you promise not to make fun of my unintentional impersonation of Sawyer.)
Title: blood trail
Fandom: lost
Rating: r
Pairing: jack/sawyer/claire
A/N: prompts - edge, jack & sawyer by the fire, from
dayln03. Beta read by the fantabulous and wonderful kmousie. slash. incest. challenge #60 @ lostfichallenge.He bleeds.
Knife cut too deep before the gun went off, and he got too damn close anyway - thought maybe somewhere behind the madness that John was still a reasonable man. Now he's just a corpse, and Jack is just a murderer.
He grips his side, stumbles toward the edge of camp, and calls for Sawyer, but it is Claire who finds him first. She drags him, god knows how, and her hands are covered in his blood, their blood. It's in her hair and in her veins, and it reeks of truth.
His knees buckle and hit the sand, and he retches, dry and hard, and the last thing he remembers is his name on her lips.
She dreams.
Jack's hands on her, like oil on canvas, like it's always been that way. When she wakes, it's Sawyer beside her, and she brushes his hair back from his face, kisses his eyes. "We should go tonight," she whispers when he stirs. It's no longer safe to stay in one place for too long.
"But Jack?" he says, the unanswered question, thick and groggy with sleep.
"We'll have to carry him," she says simply, because there is no other way. "We'll move when night falls."
He kisses her, and the taste is filled with all that they have lost. And when they come, they come together and apart, and it has always been this way.
He walks.
And what has he done his entire life but carry on? Some have said he was simply running away, pushing in the wrong direction, but Sawyer knows better. He's done only what's needed gettin' done, and this is no different. It's just the same as everything else, even with Jack's weight under his hands, and Claire's under his heart.
"I can't," she says, leans against the bark, presses her back to it, drenched with thick jungle sweat.
"You can," he says. And this is the part, he realizes, that's not the same - carrying others along with him.
He heals.
Jack's fingers trace the scar along his chest, jagged and full of hate, just like the man who gave it to him. Nearly missed, he thinks, and wonders if it's for the best.
Claire doesn't tend to him, but he knows she did before. Through bouts of sleep and feverish dreams, he remembers her soft touch, even though she thinks he doesn't.
He watches them, they way they stand much closer than they used to, and knows what they won't say.
"The others?" he asks one night, the fractured groups of survivors still in his thoughts, after everything.
"Been weeks," Sawyer says, his hand brushing Jack's, and they both know what that means.
She sees.
But Claire, as always, pretends not to see - the same way she pretended not to know that Charlie was going to die, the way she pretended not to be relieved. Their voices are shielded from her ears, the sounds of their fucking at night when they think she's asleep, calling each other's names.
"When does this get easy?" she asks Sawyer when they're alone.
"Which part, Mamacita?"
"All of it," she says, but knows there is no answer.
It rains.
Sawyer sits by Jack and wet firewood, the dark smoke rising futilely into the night sky, much like their hopes of ever leaving this place.
"Let me ask you something," Jack says, tossing a smooth rock into the dying coals.
"Answer's no," says Sawyer, and Jack looks at him, the question already written in the air.
Do you love each other?
"Then why?"
"You," Sawyer says. "It's you, Jack, for the both of us. Guess if you can't have what you want..." his voice trails off, letting Jack fill in the blanks, and then he stands, turns toward the makeshift shelter and looks back. "You coming?"
-fin
PS - The fic stays. ;)
PPS - If you ask nice in the comments I might just send you the podfic recording for this. (So long as you promise not to make fun of my unintentional impersonation of Sawyer.)
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Date: 2007-11-16 01:42 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-16 03:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-16 03:30 pm (UTC)I think I liked Sawyer's passage best, because I find that it is one of the best, if not the best, and most spot on characterizations I've read, and also with so few words. It's too beautiful, and heartbreaking, and it feels so true.
There is a very powerful raw honesty in this piece. It left me speechless, but very moved. And also the style, perfect and poignant, and painful. I love it!
(BTW, we have the same lay out! :D)
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Date: 2007-11-16 04:34 pm (UTC)Haha, we do have the same layout don't we? It's a great layout!
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Date: 2007-11-16 05:45 pm (UTC)they missed you too! as did i. :-) this is just a wonderful fic, sweetie - i love the style and it's just beautifully done.
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Date: 2007-11-17 08:40 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-16 08:31 pm (UTC)I just adore how absolutely hopeless it all is. How there's really no good way for it all to end, but they keep carrying on. It's beautiful work.
I loved the transition from Sawyer's hand brushing Jack's to "She sees."
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Date: 2007-11-17 08:42 pm (UTC)Thanks for commenting!
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Date: 2007-11-16 09:32 pm (UTC)Jawyercita, how I've missed you!
This is just all kinds of guh and wonderful and amazing.
I love the part about his blood, their blood - I always love the little details like that that you put into your fic
this line
Jack's hands on her, like oil on canvas, like it's always been that way.
Lovely.
I love when Sawyer realizes he's carrying them with him, not just carrying on..oh Sawyer.
And you put in the other prompt I gave you too! Yay
Everything just flows so wonderfully and everything you write just blows me away.
I love you :)
Podfic recording? Awesome, I want it. I won't make fun of you!
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Date: 2007-11-17 08:44 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-16 11:48 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-17 08:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-17 02:06 am (UTC)She drags him, god knows how, and her hands are covered in his blood, their blood. It's in her hair and in her veins, and it reeks of truth.
Loved the words about their blood.
And Locke trying to kill Jack and Sawyer and Claire running and taking Jack with them, omg... The knife wound. And the final talk, perfect!
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Date: 2007-11-17 08:49 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-17 04:38 am (UTC)She drags him, god knows how, and her hands are covered in his blood, their blood. It's in her hair and in her veins, and it reeks of truth.
Wow!
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Date: 2007-11-17 08:52 pm (UTC)TY!
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Date: 2007-11-21 03:12 am (UTC)I love the patterns of the openings ("she dreams", "he walks", "she sees"). I love those kinds of things.
Jack's hands on her, like oil on canvas, like it's always been that way.
And what has he done his entire life but carry on? Some have said he was simply running away, pushing in the wrong direction, but Sawyer knows better. He's done only what's needed gettin' done, and this is no different. It's just the same as everything else, even with Jack's weight under his hands, and Claire's under his heart.
My favorite parts. You have such a way with words.
Also? You mention a podfic recording? I want to hear!!!
This fic kicked ass! Thank you so much for pointing me to it!
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Date: 2007-11-21 03:17 am (UTC)And the Podfic, I'll e-mail it to the address you have listed in your LJ userinfo. But you must not make fun of my inadvertent Sawyer impersonation, lol.
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Date: 2007-11-21 03:18 am (UTC)On second thought, try emailing me at buffy4892@msn.com. The LJ one may not work.
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Date: 2007-11-21 03:26 am (UTC)*bites nails*
I kind of recorded it on a whim. I was groggy in the morning so I tried to make the grog work for me, haha. And my impersonation of Sawyer was so not intentional. Haha. When I played it back I was like *facepalm* Hahah.
Oh well it was an interesting experiment.
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Date: 2007-11-21 03:28 am (UTC)I'm sure it's great. And I so want to hear your Sawyer impersonation.
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Date: 2007-11-21 03:30 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-11-21 03:31 am (UTC)Both of them actually.
*dances*
Thank you!
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Date: 2007-11-25 03:37 am (UTC)Also, if I said "Pretty please" would you let me hear this in your own voice? That would be so freakin' cool!
Oh...OH! And Happy Belated Birthday to you! I hope it was all you'd hoped for, and more. Cheers!
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Date: 2007-11-25 08:05 am (UTC)Sending it to jenthegypsy AT livejournal.com - lemme know if that doesn't work and where I should send it.
ETA: It came back to me saying it was too large? Do you have another e-mail where I can send it?
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Date: 2007-11-25 01:58 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-09-18 08:16 pm (UTC)My favorite section is probably Sawyer's, the part about carrying people with him was really so true to the character, and also
He's done only what's needed gettin' done, and this is no different. It's just the same as everything else, even with Jack's weight under his hands, and Claire's under his heart.
was just beautiful. The characterization for the three of them was also perfect I think, and I loved also your Claire voice. The last section was very close though, I loved the ending, the J/S interaction just incredible with so few words, and made me completely buy it. This was a great read and a wonderful piece of writing, I really liked it.
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Date: 2008-09-19 04:23 pm (UTC)I'm really missing writing them and this comment has reminded me that I need to get back to it!