Ballpoint Stain
Title: Ballpoint Stain
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Don't own them; just borrowing.
Summary: Post-O6, Jack is pinch-hitting in the ER. He knows, just by sight, that the leg has to go.
Spoilers: Do No Harm, and bits of Jack's general Oceanic 6 storyline.
Notes: This is, in equal parts, for janie_tangerine (who requested Boone and pens for fic or treat 2009) and for lost_in_108 (challenge 11: reminder). Janie, this ended up being more Jack-centric than Boone, but your guy is kind of the central theme, if not there in person. Hope that's all right! Enjoy!
They're short-staffed when a multiple MVA comes in, so he's pinch-hitting in the ER.
Should have known this'd be a bad idea.
He's cutting open the jeans of the first guy on his table. He knows, just by sight, that the leg has to go. It's not a surprise - it's hanging by a thread - but it's sickening nonetheless. He jerks, ripping the jeans. Something clatters to the floor. He shouldn't, but he looks.
Two pens. One red, one blue. (Who the hell carries pens in their jeans pockets, anyway?)
“Shephard! Pull yourself together!”
He can't.
He downs a fifth of Jameson on the way home.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Don't own them; just borrowing.
Summary: Post-O6, Jack is pinch-hitting in the ER. He knows, just by sight, that the leg has to go.
Spoilers: Do No Harm, and bits of Jack's general Oceanic 6 storyline.
Notes: This is, in equal parts, for janie_tangerine (who requested Boone and pens for fic or treat 2009) and for lost_in_108 (challenge 11: reminder). Janie, this ended up being more Jack-centric than Boone, but your guy is kind of the central theme, if not there in person. Hope that's all right! Enjoy!
They're short-staffed when a multiple MVA comes in, so he's pinch-hitting in the ER.
Should have known this'd be a bad idea.
He's cutting open the jeans of the first guy on his table. He knows, just by sight, that the leg has to go. It's not a surprise - it's hanging by a thread - but it's sickening nonetheless. He jerks, ripping the jeans. Something clatters to the floor. He shouldn't, but he looks.
Two pens. One red, one blue. (Who the hell carries pens in their jeans pockets, anyway?)
“Shephard! Pull yourself together!”
He can't.
He downs a fifth of Jameson on the way home.