Up and Away, Chapter 5 (Lost/SPN crossover, Jack/Sawyer)
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Yes, I have not updated this series in 19 months. Shame on me ;) Those boys only come out and play on the diamond when THEY want, which is really annoying. You may remember them, or not, no problem! but I had sort of promised a chapter of this to hollycomb weeks and weeks ago at the lostsquee Luau. Being late is an understatement! ooops?
Title: Up and Away, chapter 5/?
Fandom: started as a Lost AU, very AU as a pro baseball team, but now is a crossover with Supernatural (still about a pro baseball team, so we are clear!)
Pairing and characters: Jack/Sawyer, most of the Losties. And since it's MY team, the new rookies... well... are Sam and Dean from Supernatural
Rating: PG-13 for language alone. it's a fair warning, I think.
Length: about 2000 for this chapter
Summary: Dean obviously has talent. Now what?
A/N: I don't deserve readers for something I keep neglecting, but what can I say, they are always at the back of my mind so I sometime come back. Big thanks to Sue for reading it over for me.
part 1
part 2
part 3
part 4
Right then and there, watching Dean regularly clock balls in the outfield as if it is as easy as breathing, Jack wonders if he is not in the middle of a very realistic dream about to turn into a nightmare. Something weird, one of those dreams where you walk around school naked but in his case replaced with an handsome prodigy appearing out of nowhere to steal his place in the team. Because surely you don't discover a sensation like that, by accident, the first day of spring training? Right? Jack takes off his hat and rubs the back of his head, wondering what to do next. Sawyer has taken over questioning Sam, and Jack tries to focus on that.
"What kind of stats does he keep?"
A true pitcher's question and Jack is not really surprised; Sawyer has always put a lot of value in numbers. Sam makes a face at that, somewhat annoyed, before shrugging.
"Huh, well. I.. I don't know."
Sawyer squints, then pokes where it can hurt, another thing he is good at.
"Too busy with your own stuff, didn't follow his?"
Sam's jaw clenches at the jab and he obviously has to contain a snappy remark. He is trying to make it into the show, pissing off the team's star is a mistake he knows not to do.
"I don't know because he hasn't played regularly in a team since he was 17," after a pause where everyone stares at him with round eyes, Sam adds, "ten years ago."
Everyone's attention shift back to Dean, who is having a blast destroying Paolo's ego hit after hit. He's laughing, even, as if it is a walk in the park and with every pitch Paolo gets more agitated and loses more control, or what is left of it. Jack is about to yell for him to stop when an imperious voice does it first.
"And what is going on here, exactly?"
Christian gets near the batting cage and suddenly a couple of onlookers scatter to go back to whatever exercise they have left to watch the Winchester Show. Coach Shepherd doesn't tolerate waste of time, it is a known fact. Jack winces, totally not ready to explain was is going on. He cries out:
"That was great Paolo, good practice. Dean, come over here please."
His father's gaze is critical, but he looks curious.
"Weren't you supposed to test the pitchers, Jack?"
Ignoring the tone, Jack nods.
"Yes, and I did. Sam Winchester has real potential. That's his brother..."
He says, just as Dean arrives next to them, pleased smirk in place and rubbing his hands on his jeans. When he sees Christian, he extends his hand to shake and his smile turns more genuine.
"Hello sir, Dean Winchester. I'm sure my brother's gonna be a great asset for your team."
Christian smiles back, assessing him.
"We'll see about that, it's why we drafted him. And who drafted you?"
Dean laughs at that before shaking his head.
"Me? Nah, I don't play. Was just hitting some balls for fun."
Hurley chimes in.
"Well you sure hit them good. I mean... it was awesome dude."
Grinning, Dean ducks his head a bit but there is absolutely nothing coy about it. The guy exudes self-confidence and he seems even more pleased with himself when he notices how his brother is smiling too.
"Thanks. Good day, I guess. Now, I don't wanna make you waste more of your time, and I have to go anyway. Was nice meeting you all."
He takes the nod Christian gives him as the dismissal he needs and walks over towards his bother, hitting him what seems to be pretty hard on the pitching arm as he passes by. Sam barely wince, obviously he was expecting it, and hits Dean right back behind the head with his glove.
"Did good, Sammy. Call me when you're done, I'll come and pick you up."
"Okay."
And lo and behold, the guy just saunters away as if nothing special has happened.
****
At the end of the afternoon, Jack sees Sam leave the locker room and curses under his breath. He manages to get in the corridor just in time to see the door to the parking lot close behind him and jogs out. With those long legs of his, Sam is already half into a black muscle car before Jack has the time to shout.
"Hey, wait!"
Sam turns, surprised, and then looks nervous.
"Huh, did I forget something?"
Jack smiles reassuringly, remembering how afraid he was to fuck it up back when he was a rookie himself. He reaches the car where Sam is now sitting in the passenger seat and closes the door before leaning in the window.
"No, it's okay." Sam visibly relaxes and Jack smiles at him, then looks over a Dean. "In fact, I wanted to speak to you, Dean."
Dean's eyebrows shoot up.
"Me? What for?"
It has been nagging him all day, the need to see more of what Dean is able to do on the field.
"You were quite impressive this morning, why don't you come tomorrow so we see what you're made of?"
Dean snort laughs at that, then grins.
"What? As in a try out? You can't be serious."
Jack smiles back.
"Sure am."
Already shaking his head no, Dean doesn't have the time to speak before Sam cuts him off, hitting him hard on a thigh.
"He'll be there." Definitive. Jack nods.
"Good. Nine o'clock."
Gaping like a fish, Dean looks shocked.
"What? No!"
Sam looks at him and very calmly says "Yes, you will." and Jack just knows he'll drag his brother in kicking and screaming if he has to. Satisfied, he taps on the window frame.
"See you two tomorrow."
As he walks back to the stadium's door, he hears Dean protest.
"The fuck? I can't..."
"Let's go. We need to go buy you some shoes."
The car roars as Dean takes off, visibly pissed, and Jack laughs. He has a feeling Sam is used to having things go his way.
*****
Both brothers indeed show up the next morning, and if Dean looks a bit annoyed at first, he soon starts to enjoy himself. He breezes through the usual warm up exercises and Jack has Charlie hit him ground balls in the infield to test his reach. As Sam had said, Dean has great reflexes and catches almost everything within reach and then some. He is not the fastest runner, but always gives his all anyway. He has a decent throwing arm, too, and as the day progresses Jack gets more and more excited.
Even Christian stops by Jack's side for a while, watching Dean run around the outfield catching a fly ball and then sending it back as a strike in the diamond.
"Find him a uniform. Knowing the motions is one thing, sense of play is another. Organize a game for tomorrow."
"Yes sir."
Jack smiles, pleased the whole thing has not backfired on him.
*****
Letting all thoughts of Dean aside, Jack goes to get Marc from the other pitchers.
"C'mon, I want to hit some balls."
His friend grins and follows without protest, quite happy to get away from the new pitching coach. Daniel Faraday is sweet and obviously knows what he is talking about from what Jack has heard through the grapevine, and Christian would have vetoed him out if he wasn't, but sometimes he is definitely a bit spacey. Judging by the look the other pitchers shoot him, especially Sawyer, they would have loved to get picked for batting practice.
"Thanks man, if I have to hear more about the physics of the ball today, I might be tempted to off myself."
Jack giggles.
"Give the guy some slack, he's nervous, just got here."
Shaking his head, Marc sighs.
"Oh, I spoke to Pedro, he's always like that. But he makes it work, so..."
He shrugs and Jack has to smile again. It is so great to have his childhood friend on board this year; Marc has not changed much since the little leagues. It is a gorgeous day, and they soon settle on a groove where Jack gets to hit ball after ball. He feels good, can't feel any lingering injuries and he has a feeling the season is full of promises.
*****
"Need a bib, Doc?"
He has not spoken loudly but nonetheless Jack almost jumps out of his skin when Sawyer suddenly is right there behind his back.
"What?"
Sawyer scowls at him.
"Don't play stupid. You've had your eyes glued to that hotshot all day."
It is hard to refrain from rolling his eyes.
"I'm evaluating him, Sawyer. Come on." Jack sighs.
"Oh, right. I wonder what great aptitude shines now that he's shirtless."
But even if yes, it is a pleasant sight indeed, it is not because he was checking Dean out that he has been caught staring. He whispers.
"Sawyer... just... do you see those scars?"
That is a bit vague since Dean has more than his fair share of them, but there is no mistaking that the ones that stand out are three parallel inch apart marks starting at the shoulder, down the ribs in the back and stopping just short of his spine at the waist. Jack isn't the only one who noticed: Sam stops short as he passes by, a hand coming up to lightly trace the pink paths on his brother, frowning.
"The hell, Dean? Fuck..."
Dean has a half smile, looking over his shoulder then up at Sam.
"Yeah. That was one nasty fucker."
Jack wonders what they could be talking about when Sam huffs, and there is anger in his reply.
"You don't say. Jesus. Dad used you as bait or what?"
Losing his smile, Dean turns and glares at his brother, suddenly sharp as steel.
"Fuck you, Sam. He saved my ass, again. Was out of sync when you left, forgot to cover my right for a second."
Shrinking a bit, Sam visibly pales. He gapes and it seemed to satisfy Dean to have his brother speechless. He turns to his locker and puts a t-shirt on.
"Don't worry, I never made that mistake again."
"I'm sorry."
It is soft, almost whispered. Jack can feel that it means way more than not being there to have Dean's back, whatever they are talking about. Dean shakes his head no and when he turns back around, he is smiling again, and he notices Jack and Sawyer who are obviously overhearing stuff that is none of their business. He claps Sam once, on the chest.
"Bah, s'okay. Hunting accidents happen all the time, man. C'mon, grab your stuff, I'm starving!"
The corner of Sam's mouth twitch up.
"Of course you are."
Dean starts for the door, his brother in tow and flashes a grin at Jack as he passes by.
"See you tomorrow, captain!"
Automatically smiling in return, how can he not, Jack nods.
"See you, Dean. And bring your A-game!"
Laughing, Dean wiggles his eyebrows.
"I always do. In everything."
And he winks before turning around and getting out of the locker room. Dean's exit is closely followed by a quick blow to his shoulder, making Jack wince.
"Ow! What was that for?"
Sawyer scowls again.
"Don't encourage him!"
"What are you even talking about?"
When he wants, Sawyer can do a mean bitch face.
"Quit enabling his flirting. I don't give a flying shit if you get hard looking at scars he got slow dancing with bears or whatever."
This time Jack does roll his eyes.
"Sawyer, come on. I'm not encouraging anything," he looks at Sawyer sideways and elbows him lightly in the ribs. "And don't worry, I like my flirty smartasses a little older."
That makes Sawyer snort, and he pushes right back, before leaning into Jack's ear.
"I'm gonna make you come so hard when we get home, you'll forget you ever laid eyes on the kid. Let's get out of here."
That? That is a plan Jack can get behind.
***
(to be continued eventually, but please don't hold your breath as i am a bad, bad person!)
hey, I had warned there would not be sex, don't scowl at me like that!!!
Yes, I have not updated this series in 19 months. Shame on me ;) Those boys only come out and play on the diamond when THEY want, which is really annoying. You may remember them, or not, no problem! but I had sort of promised a chapter of this to hollycomb weeks and weeks ago at the lostsquee Luau. Being late is an understatement! ooops?
Title: Up and Away, chapter 5/?
Fandom: started as a Lost AU, very AU as a pro baseball team, but now is a crossover with Supernatural (still about a pro baseball team, so we are clear!)
Pairing and characters: Jack/Sawyer, most of the Losties. And since it's MY team, the new rookies... well... are Sam and Dean from Supernatural
Rating: PG-13 for language alone. it's a fair warning, I think.
Length: about 2000 for this chapter
Summary: Dean obviously has talent. Now what?
A/N: I don't deserve readers for something I keep neglecting, but what can I say, they are always at the back of my mind so I sometime come back. Big thanks to Sue for reading it over for me.
part 1
part 2
part 3
part 4
Right then and there, watching Dean regularly clock balls in the outfield as if it is as easy as breathing, Jack wonders if he is not in the middle of a very realistic dream about to turn into a nightmare. Something weird, one of those dreams where you walk around school naked but in his case replaced with an handsome prodigy appearing out of nowhere to steal his place in the team. Because surely you don't discover a sensation like that, by accident, the first day of spring training? Right? Jack takes off his hat and rubs the back of his head, wondering what to do next. Sawyer has taken over questioning Sam, and Jack tries to focus on that.
"What kind of stats does he keep?"
A true pitcher's question and Jack is not really surprised; Sawyer has always put a lot of value in numbers. Sam makes a face at that, somewhat annoyed, before shrugging.
"Huh, well. I.. I don't know."
Sawyer squints, then pokes where it can hurt, another thing he is good at.
"Too busy with your own stuff, didn't follow his?"
Sam's jaw clenches at the jab and he obviously has to contain a snappy remark. He is trying to make it into the show, pissing off the team's star is a mistake he knows not to do.
"I don't know because he hasn't played regularly in a team since he was 17," after a pause where everyone stares at him with round eyes, Sam adds, "ten years ago."
Everyone's attention shift back to Dean, who is having a blast destroying Paolo's ego hit after hit. He's laughing, even, as if it is a walk in the park and with every pitch Paolo gets more agitated and loses more control, or what is left of it. Jack is about to yell for him to stop when an imperious voice does it first.
"And what is going on here, exactly?"
Christian gets near the batting cage and suddenly a couple of onlookers scatter to go back to whatever exercise they have left to watch the Winchester Show. Coach Shepherd doesn't tolerate waste of time, it is a known fact. Jack winces, totally not ready to explain was is going on. He cries out:
"That was great Paolo, good practice. Dean, come over here please."
His father's gaze is critical, but he looks curious.
"Weren't you supposed to test the pitchers, Jack?"
Ignoring the tone, Jack nods.
"Yes, and I did. Sam Winchester has real potential. That's his brother..."
He says, just as Dean arrives next to them, pleased smirk in place and rubbing his hands on his jeans. When he sees Christian, he extends his hand to shake and his smile turns more genuine.
"Hello sir, Dean Winchester. I'm sure my brother's gonna be a great asset for your team."
Christian smiles back, assessing him.
"We'll see about that, it's why we drafted him. And who drafted you?"
Dean laughs at that before shaking his head.
"Me? Nah, I don't play. Was just hitting some balls for fun."
Hurley chimes in.
"Well you sure hit them good. I mean... it was awesome dude."
Grinning, Dean ducks his head a bit but there is absolutely nothing coy about it. The guy exudes self-confidence and he seems even more pleased with himself when he notices how his brother is smiling too.
"Thanks. Good day, I guess. Now, I don't wanna make you waste more of your time, and I have to go anyway. Was nice meeting you all."
He takes the nod Christian gives him as the dismissal he needs and walks over towards his bother, hitting him what seems to be pretty hard on the pitching arm as he passes by. Sam barely wince, obviously he was expecting it, and hits Dean right back behind the head with his glove.
"Did good, Sammy. Call me when you're done, I'll come and pick you up."
"Okay."
And lo and behold, the guy just saunters away as if nothing special has happened.
****
At the end of the afternoon, Jack sees Sam leave the locker room and curses under his breath. He manages to get in the corridor just in time to see the door to the parking lot close behind him and jogs out. With those long legs of his, Sam is already half into a black muscle car before Jack has the time to shout.
"Hey, wait!"
Sam turns, surprised, and then looks nervous.
"Huh, did I forget something?"
Jack smiles reassuringly, remembering how afraid he was to fuck it up back when he was a rookie himself. He reaches the car where Sam is now sitting in the passenger seat and closes the door before leaning in the window.
"No, it's okay." Sam visibly relaxes and Jack smiles at him, then looks over a Dean. "In fact, I wanted to speak to you, Dean."
Dean's eyebrows shoot up.
"Me? What for?"
It has been nagging him all day, the need to see more of what Dean is able to do on the field.
"You were quite impressive this morning, why don't you come tomorrow so we see what you're made of?"
Dean snort laughs at that, then grins.
"What? As in a try out? You can't be serious."
Jack smiles back.
"Sure am."
Already shaking his head no, Dean doesn't have the time to speak before Sam cuts him off, hitting him hard on a thigh.
"He'll be there." Definitive. Jack nods.
"Good. Nine o'clock."
Gaping like a fish, Dean looks shocked.
"What? No!"
Sam looks at him and very calmly says "Yes, you will." and Jack just knows he'll drag his brother in kicking and screaming if he has to. Satisfied, he taps on the window frame.
"See you two tomorrow."
As he walks back to the stadium's door, he hears Dean protest.
"The fuck? I can't..."
"Let's go. We need to go buy you some shoes."
The car roars as Dean takes off, visibly pissed, and Jack laughs. He has a feeling Sam is used to having things go his way.
*****
Both brothers indeed show up the next morning, and if Dean looks a bit annoyed at first, he soon starts to enjoy himself. He breezes through the usual warm up exercises and Jack has Charlie hit him ground balls in the infield to test his reach. As Sam had said, Dean has great reflexes and catches almost everything within reach and then some. He is not the fastest runner, but always gives his all anyway. He has a decent throwing arm, too, and as the day progresses Jack gets more and more excited.
Even Christian stops by Jack's side for a while, watching Dean run around the outfield catching a fly ball and then sending it back as a strike in the diamond.
"Find him a uniform. Knowing the motions is one thing, sense of play is another. Organize a game for tomorrow."
"Yes sir."
Jack smiles, pleased the whole thing has not backfired on him.
*****
Letting all thoughts of Dean aside, Jack goes to get Marc from the other pitchers.
"C'mon, I want to hit some balls."
His friend grins and follows without protest, quite happy to get away from the new pitching coach. Daniel Faraday is sweet and obviously knows what he is talking about from what Jack has heard through the grapevine, and Christian would have vetoed him out if he wasn't, but sometimes he is definitely a bit spacey. Judging by the look the other pitchers shoot him, especially Sawyer, they would have loved to get picked for batting practice.
"Thanks man, if I have to hear more about the physics of the ball today, I might be tempted to off myself."
Jack giggles.
"Give the guy some slack, he's nervous, just got here."
Shaking his head, Marc sighs.
"Oh, I spoke to Pedro, he's always like that. But he makes it work, so..."
He shrugs and Jack has to smile again. It is so great to have his childhood friend on board this year; Marc has not changed much since the little leagues. It is a gorgeous day, and they soon settle on a groove where Jack gets to hit ball after ball. He feels good, can't feel any lingering injuries and he has a feeling the season is full of promises.
*****
"Need a bib, Doc?"
He has not spoken loudly but nonetheless Jack almost jumps out of his skin when Sawyer suddenly is right there behind his back.
"What?"
Sawyer scowls at him.
"Don't play stupid. You've had your eyes glued to that hotshot all day."
It is hard to refrain from rolling his eyes.
"I'm evaluating him, Sawyer. Come on." Jack sighs.
"Oh, right. I wonder what great aptitude shines now that he's shirtless."
But even if yes, it is a pleasant sight indeed, it is not because he was checking Dean out that he has been caught staring. He whispers.
"Sawyer... just... do you see those scars?"
That is a bit vague since Dean has more than his fair share of them, but there is no mistaking that the ones that stand out are three parallel inch apart marks starting at the shoulder, down the ribs in the back and stopping just short of his spine at the waist. Jack isn't the only one who noticed: Sam stops short as he passes by, a hand coming up to lightly trace the pink paths on his brother, frowning.
"The hell, Dean? Fuck..."
Dean has a half smile, looking over his shoulder then up at Sam.
"Yeah. That was one nasty fucker."
Jack wonders what they could be talking about when Sam huffs, and there is anger in his reply.
"You don't say. Jesus. Dad used you as bait or what?"
Losing his smile, Dean turns and glares at his brother, suddenly sharp as steel.
"Fuck you, Sam. He saved my ass, again. Was out of sync when you left, forgot to cover my right for a second."
Shrinking a bit, Sam visibly pales. He gapes and it seemed to satisfy Dean to have his brother speechless. He turns to his locker and puts a t-shirt on.
"Don't worry, I never made that mistake again."
"I'm sorry."
It is soft, almost whispered. Jack can feel that it means way more than not being there to have Dean's back, whatever they are talking about. Dean shakes his head no and when he turns back around, he is smiling again, and he notices Jack and Sawyer who are obviously overhearing stuff that is none of their business. He claps Sam once, on the chest.
"Bah, s'okay. Hunting accidents happen all the time, man. C'mon, grab your stuff, I'm starving!"
The corner of Sam's mouth twitch up.
"Of course you are."
Dean starts for the door, his brother in tow and flashes a grin at Jack as he passes by.
"See you tomorrow, captain!"
Automatically smiling in return, how can he not, Jack nods.
"See you, Dean. And bring your A-game!"
Laughing, Dean wiggles his eyebrows.
"I always do. In everything."
And he winks before turning around and getting out of the locker room. Dean's exit is closely followed by a quick blow to his shoulder, making Jack wince.
"Ow! What was that for?"
Sawyer scowls again.
"Don't encourage him!"
"What are you even talking about?"
When he wants, Sawyer can do a mean bitch face.
"Quit enabling his flirting. I don't give a flying shit if you get hard looking at scars he got slow dancing with bears or whatever."
This time Jack does roll his eyes.
"Sawyer, come on. I'm not encouraging anything," he looks at Sawyer sideways and elbows him lightly in the ribs. "And don't worry, I like my flirty smartasses a little older."
That makes Sawyer snort, and he pushes right back, before leaning into Jack's ear.
"I'm gonna make you come so hard when we get home, you'll forget you ever laid eyes on the kid. Let's get out of here."
That? That is a plan Jack can get behind.
***
(to be continued eventually, but please don't hold your breath as i am a bad, bad person!)
hey, I had warned there would not be sex, don't scowl at me like that!!!