Boxing Day fic for gregoria44: "Aftershock" (Des, Jack)
Title: Aftershock
Summary: “…a little Des/Jack… Doesn't need to be slash.” Some immediate aftermath of what I’m guessing will be the S4 premier. Gen, or Des/Jack if you squint.
Rating: PG Disclaimer: No money made here. Lost is not mine.
Merry Christmas to:
gregoria44 .
Author’s note: Comments, feedback, and criticism are always welcome.
Jack says Desmond’s going into shock. Desmond doesn’t know whether the same is true of Jack, or whether some coalition of the others has decided he’s a danger to his own health at this point. In either case, Jack’s shoved without undue ceremony under the same blankets as Desmond and ordered to rest. Desmond can’t identify the commanding voice, although it’s familiar to him. He couldn’t say which of the remaining tents they’re in, who might come back to claim its shelter if some of the remaining chaos on the beach is ever resolved.
Desmond wants to ask Jack what’s happening, whether Charlie’s died for nothing. Instead, he finds himself pulling close to Jack. “I’m cold, brother.” His voice is no more than a whisper, and Desmond didn’t mean to say it at all.
Jack goes very still for a moment, and then he presses their bodies close together. “I know.” He brings Desmond’s head to rest on his shoulder. “I know you’re tired, but you’ve got to stay awake.”
Desmond wants to ask How long?, expects to hear Jack say What the hell were trying to do? Neither one is said. Eventually, Desmond asks, “Do you remember me, brother? From before the island?” The desperation to know comes over him suddenly.
Jack is silent for… functioning watches are long gone. Desmond thinks he should hear the ticking of a second hand. Jack swallows heavily. “Running the stadium. That night.”
Desmond could sob at that. He stifles himself and asks, “And the girl?”
“Sarah?” Desmond can guess at the look that’s on Jack’s face. The girl’s name wasn’t the point. “Total recovery. Divorced me last summer.”
“I’m sorry to hear it, brother.”
Jack puts a hand on Desmond’s head. “It doesn’t matter.”
**Image credit: xgirlxnd at lost-forum.com.
Summary: “…a little Des/Jack… Doesn't need to be slash.” Some immediate aftermath of what I’m guessing will be the S4 premier. Gen, or Des/Jack if you squint.
Rating: PG Disclaimer: No money made here. Lost is not mine.
Merry Christmas to:
gregoria44 .
Author’s note: Comments, feedback, and criticism are always welcome.
Jack says Desmond’s going into shock. Desmond doesn’t know whether the same is true of Jack, or whether some coalition of the others has decided he’s a danger to his own health at this point. In either case, Jack’s shoved without undue ceremony under the same blankets as Desmond and ordered to rest. Desmond can’t identify the commanding voice, although it’s familiar to him. He couldn’t say which of the remaining tents they’re in, who might come back to claim its shelter if some of the remaining chaos on the beach is ever resolved.
Desmond wants to ask Jack what’s happening, whether Charlie’s died for nothing. Instead, he finds himself pulling close to Jack. “I’m cold, brother.” His voice is no more than a whisper, and Desmond didn’t mean to say it at all.
Jack goes very still for a moment, and then he presses their bodies close together. “I know.” He brings Desmond’s head to rest on his shoulder. “I know you’re tired, but you’ve got to stay awake.”
Desmond wants to ask How long?, expects to hear Jack say What the hell were trying to do? Neither one is said. Eventually, Desmond asks, “Do you remember me, brother? From before the island?” The desperation to know comes over him suddenly.
Jack is silent for… functioning watches are long gone. Desmond thinks he should hear the ticking of a second hand. Jack swallows heavily. “Running the stadium. That night.”
Desmond could sob at that. He stifles himself and asks, “And the girl?”
“Sarah?” Desmond can guess at the look that’s on Jack’s face. The girl’s name wasn’t the point. “Total recovery. Divorced me last summer.”
“I’m sorry to hear it, brother.”
Jack puts a hand on Desmond’s head. “It doesn’t matter.”
**Image credit: xgirlxnd at lost-forum.com.