out of the ashes we might be reborn, Jack/Sun, travel, angst, tattoosozmissageApril 18 2010, 21:41:32 UTC
Somewhere in the waking they lost some essential bit of themselves, she had a daughter that would never be, he had a son that he did not know---
Leaving is easier than it should be.
They take his jeep, it’s dirty inside and the air conditioner is broken.
“You’re a doctor; shouldn’t you be able to afford to have this fixed?”
He laughs and it sounds hollow, wry.
“I don’t know,” he answers honestly.
She doesn’t say anything else, doesn’t think of Jin begging her to stay, or of her father somewhere in this strange world determined to hunt her down, instead she turns on the radio and listens to a man sing about fading away.
Beside her Jack’s hands are trembling.
***
They stay in a motel room with pink flowers on the bed spread and dust on the night stand, a Bible tucked away in the back of the drawer.
“I can ask them to bring up a cot,” Jack offers.
She shakes her head, reaches out for his hand and tugs him towards her. This is all they have left of their world, of their lives. The only proof that any of it every happened at all.
“We can share, Jack.”
***
He kisses her and his stubble burns against her cheek, leaves it an angry shade of red. Her fingers trace the outline of stars on his skin and she’s thankful that this hasn’t changed, wasn’t lost somewhere between times.
She’s always been curious about the art on his arms, always wanted to know what would drive this steady, serious man to mark his body with stars and numbers and words from a language she knows he can not speak.
“What do they mean?” she asks and he just laughs and laughs until he’s crying.
*** They leave before the sun comes up; Jack stops to buy a map from a convenient store, spreads it out on the hood of the jeep, and asks her to close her eyes and point.
She does. Her finger lands on a plot of land in the center of the country, far, far away from any ocean.
She remembers sitting next to him on the beach, the promise of home falling from his lips so easily. She’s not sure what that means anymore, isn’t sure if this is his way of keeping his word or breaking it.
“Perfect,” Jack says.
It’s not, nothing is, nothing ever will be, but it’s a direction, a destination, something to run towards and for now that will have to be enough.
“I’ll drive,” she says as she takes the keys from his hand.
Re: out of the ashes we might be reborn, Jack/Sun, travel, angst, tattooscricketsApril 19 2010, 00:31:26 UTC
I love the entire concept of this. That first line kind of just punches you in the gut, doesn't it? Ouch. It's the perfect scenario to have them thrown together.
It's sweet and subtle and just dark enough to suit me.
I really love the stuff about his tattoo and how Sun takes comfort in that it still exists. Really love that for some reason.
Her finger lands on a plot of land in the center of the country, far, far away from any ocean.
I'm with Jack on this one: Perfect.
And I adore that last line. Sun saying she'll drive. It really fits here and fits the transformation she's been on all these seasons.
Leaving is easier than it should be.
They take his jeep, it’s dirty inside and the air conditioner is broken.
“You’re a doctor; shouldn’t you be able to afford to have this fixed?”
He laughs and it sounds hollow, wry.
“I don’t know,” he answers honestly.
She doesn’t say anything else, doesn’t think of Jin begging her to stay, or of her father somewhere in this strange world determined to hunt her down, instead she turns on the radio and listens to a man sing about fading away.
Beside her Jack’s hands are trembling.
***
They stay in a motel room with pink flowers on the bed spread and dust on the night stand, a Bible tucked away in the back of the drawer.
“I can ask them to bring up a cot,” Jack offers.
She shakes her head, reaches out for his hand and tugs him towards her. This is all they have left of their world, of their lives. The only proof that any of it every happened at all.
“We can share, Jack.”
***
He kisses her and his stubble burns against her cheek, leaves it an angry shade of red. Her fingers trace the outline of stars on his skin and she’s thankful that this hasn’t changed, wasn’t lost somewhere between times.
She’s always been curious about the art on his arms, always wanted to know what would drive this steady, serious man to mark his body with stars and numbers and words from a language she knows he can not speak.
“What do they mean?” she asks and he just laughs and laughs until he’s crying.
***
They leave before the sun comes up; Jack stops to buy a map from a convenient store, spreads it out on the hood of the jeep, and asks her to close her eyes and point.
She does. Her finger lands on a plot of land in the center of the country, far, far away from any ocean.
She remembers sitting next to him on the beach, the promise of home falling from his lips so easily. She’s not sure what that means anymore, isn’t sure if this is his way of keeping his word or breaking it.
“Perfect,” Jack says.
It’s not, nothing is, nothing ever will be, but it’s a direction, a destination, something to run towards and for now that will have to be enough.
“I’ll drive,” she says as she takes the keys from his hand.
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It's sweet and subtle and just dark enough to suit me.
I really love the stuff about his tattoo and how Sun takes comfort in that it still exists. Really love that for some reason.
Her finger lands on a plot of land in the center of the country, far, far away from any ocean.
I'm with Jack on this one: Perfect.
And I adore that last line. Sun saying she'll drive. It really fits here and fits the transformation she's been on all these seasons.
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I love reading this pairing, but I had never written them before. Sun's voice is always hard for me to get a handle on. :)
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