Lost: Faith in Me (prompt)
*Throws fic at Halfdutch* there, you happy? I wrote this one for you, girlie. You and your generator.
This is G, but it has some slash in it (some Jack/Boone) Takes place early S1
Your fanfic challenge is to write about Rose and Jack with an optional object prompt of Fish.
Faith in Me
Jack swipes the back of his hand over his forehead, wishing he had a cloth with him to wipe away the sweat. To wipe away the heat, somehow. There’s too much heat here; the sun is always burning, and when it isn’t, it’s raining, which may or may not be worse. Jack still hasn’t decided. He misses fans and air conditioning, ice-cubes and ice-cream. He misses the ability to control the temperature.
“Jack!”
Jack’s head jerks up, and he looks towards the sound. Boone. Boone is running towards him, but it looks like he’s miles and miles away.
“Jack!” Boone calls again, coming closer. “Jack, Rose still hasn’t moved yet. She’s still just over there,” He points needlessly to Rose’s spot by the water. “She hasn’t eaten or spoken to anyone-I’m worried.”
“So why don’t you talk to her?” Jack sighs, wishing that someone would do something simple like that without having to consult him first. There are some things he understands them coming to him for, but there’re things that are just common sense.
Boone looks over at her and then back at Jack, “I don’t know what to say. I don’t know her.”
“And you think I do?”
“You saved her.” Boone says simply, like that means everything here. It might. “And you always know what to say.”
Jack flinches. That should be a compliment, it was meant to be one, but Jack just feels like he’s been stung. He doesn’t always know what to say, and he wishes Boone would stop idolizing him. It isn’t right, because he’s going to fail, and while he knows that, Boone doesn’t. None of them do. It’s only going to hurt everyone in the end.
“Please.” Boone says, his voice quiet and intent. “If she doesn’t eat-”
“Fine.” Jack agrees. “Did Jin bring back the fish yet?”
“Yeah,” Boone frowns, “They’re cooking it now, I think. I could-do you want me to go bring you some?”
Jack sighs, “Yeah, alright. That’d be good.”
He could go do it himself, but the sun’s setting now, and the waves look pretty against the soft pink of the sky. It won’t rain tonight, Jack thinks, and soon the heat will break a little and give way to the night. Soon he’ll be able to sleep and try to forget, if just for the few hours that he actually sleeps, that he’s here.
Suddenly, Boone’s gently pushing the fish into his hand. It’s wrapped in one of the napkins they found in the plane. This one looks cleaner than some of the others-they’re doing their best to use them as little as possible. Make the most out of what they have. All the luxuries will be gone soon.
The fish is warm in his hands, through the napkins. Fresh and cooked and warm. But this is the good kind of warm. The kind of warmth that makes Jack think of warm towels and socks and other comforting things that everyone loves.
Boone’s watching him, not expectantly, just watching him. And suddenly Jack has the inexplicable urge to kiss him. To salvage feelings he’d had prior to the crash. Feelings of love and lust that seem to disappear and reappear here at the strangest times. He wants something that isn’t tangible, something that he can hold on to, something that can last, because none of the luxuries like soap, shampoo, deodorant, or napkins can last here, but maybe love can.
“Jack?” Boone peers up at him questioningly.
“Yeah,” Jack looks past him, towards Rose, “I’m going.”
He hopes Rose will take the fish without argument, because right now he’s too tired to argue. He’s never claimed to have the ability to save everyone, to do everything. So he doesn’t understand why everyone seems to expect him to.
Maybe one day they’ll see, and it won’t break them like he thinks it will. Maybe he should have more faith in them, the same way they have faith in him.
~End
This is G, but it has some slash in it (some Jack/Boone) Takes place early S1
Your fanfic challenge is to write about Rose and Jack with an optional object prompt of Fish.
Faith in Me
Jack swipes the back of his hand over his forehead, wishing he had a cloth with him to wipe away the sweat. To wipe away the heat, somehow. There’s too much heat here; the sun is always burning, and when it isn’t, it’s raining, which may or may not be worse. Jack still hasn’t decided. He misses fans and air conditioning, ice-cubes and ice-cream. He misses the ability to control the temperature.
“Jack!”
Jack’s head jerks up, and he looks towards the sound. Boone. Boone is running towards him, but it looks like he’s miles and miles away.
“Jack!” Boone calls again, coming closer. “Jack, Rose still hasn’t moved yet. She’s still just over there,” He points needlessly to Rose’s spot by the water. “She hasn’t eaten or spoken to anyone-I’m worried.”
“So why don’t you talk to her?” Jack sighs, wishing that someone would do something simple like that without having to consult him first. There are some things he understands them coming to him for, but there’re things that are just common sense.
Boone looks over at her and then back at Jack, “I don’t know what to say. I don’t know her.”
“And you think I do?”
“You saved her.” Boone says simply, like that means everything here. It might. “And you always know what to say.”
Jack flinches. That should be a compliment, it was meant to be one, but Jack just feels like he’s been stung. He doesn’t always know what to say, and he wishes Boone would stop idolizing him. It isn’t right, because he’s going to fail, and while he knows that, Boone doesn’t. None of them do. It’s only going to hurt everyone in the end.
“Please.” Boone says, his voice quiet and intent. “If she doesn’t eat-”
“Fine.” Jack agrees. “Did Jin bring back the fish yet?”
“Yeah,” Boone frowns, “They’re cooking it now, I think. I could-do you want me to go bring you some?”
Jack sighs, “Yeah, alright. That’d be good.”
He could go do it himself, but the sun’s setting now, and the waves look pretty against the soft pink of the sky. It won’t rain tonight, Jack thinks, and soon the heat will break a little and give way to the night. Soon he’ll be able to sleep and try to forget, if just for the few hours that he actually sleeps, that he’s here.
Suddenly, Boone’s gently pushing the fish into his hand. It’s wrapped in one of the napkins they found in the plane. This one looks cleaner than some of the others-they’re doing their best to use them as little as possible. Make the most out of what they have. All the luxuries will be gone soon.
The fish is warm in his hands, through the napkins. Fresh and cooked and warm. But this is the good kind of warm. The kind of warmth that makes Jack think of warm towels and socks and other comforting things that everyone loves.
Boone’s watching him, not expectantly, just watching him. And suddenly Jack has the inexplicable urge to kiss him. To salvage feelings he’d had prior to the crash. Feelings of love and lust that seem to disappear and reappear here at the strangest times. He wants something that isn’t tangible, something that he can hold on to, something that can last, because none of the luxuries like soap, shampoo, deodorant, or napkins can last here, but maybe love can.
“Jack?” Boone peers up at him questioningly.
“Yeah,” Jack looks past him, towards Rose, “I’m going.”
He hopes Rose will take the fish without argument, because right now he’s too tired to argue. He’s never claimed to have the ability to save everyone, to do everything. So he doesn’t understand why everyone seems to expect him to.
Maybe one day they’ll see, and it won’t break them like he thinks it will. Maybe he should have more faith in them, the same way they have faith in him.
~End