Fic: Lost Cause (Jack, Ana Lucia)
I've decided that all angst over the quality of fic is pretty much self-imposed. I mean, I can stress myself out all I want, but in the end, what good does that do? Not much. Trying not to worry about it is much less stressful to me. So I wrote a fic last night and instead of angsting over it, I'm just going to put it out there. Plus the muse demands it and if I don't do what she says she'll go into hiding out of spite.
I'm not sure about it, but here it is anyway.
Title: Lost Cause
Rating: PG
Summery: Set after ?; There was a flirtatious edge to everything she said to him that seemed to beg, "Figure me out. Accept me. Love me."
Disclaimer: I do not own Lost, or any of the characters there in. If only...
Author's Note: This is actually something that the muse has been nagging me to do for a while. Those allergic to Ana Lucia might want to avoid. She herself isn't in the fic, but it sorta centers around her. So...you have been warned.
Jack couldn't help but feel angry with her. He knew that he shouldn't, that it wasn't her fault, and that it was a terrible thing to speak ill of the dead (even in his darkest moments now he still can't bring himself to say anything bad about his father). She wasn't responsible, but he was angry with her anyway.
No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't get into her head. He could tell she wanted him to, though. There was a flirtatious edge to everything she said to him that seemed to beg, "Figure me out. Accept me. Love me." But for the life of him, he couldn't do any of those things. When Sawyer had admitted, in an angry huff, that she had taken his gun (how, he still didn't know), Jack had given up trying.
And then, just like that, she was gone.
He was sure she wasn't deeply mourned by anyone else, except possibly Eko. She certainly hadn't been popular around the camp, given the circumstances under which she had entered it. No one had tried. No one had given her a fair shot, instead writing her off as a murderer, glaring at her when her back was turned and avoiding her gaze when it wasn't.
But Jack tried. He tried because that was what he did. People treated Ana like a lost cause, and that was what Jack was drawn to.
And the second he gave up, wrote her off, stopped trying, she was gone.
I'm not sure about it, but here it is anyway.
Title: Lost Cause
Rating: PG
Summery: Set after ?; There was a flirtatious edge to everything she said to him that seemed to beg, "Figure me out. Accept me. Love me."
Disclaimer: I do not own Lost, or any of the characters there in. If only...
Author's Note: This is actually something that the muse has been nagging me to do for a while. Those allergic to Ana Lucia might want to avoid. She herself isn't in the fic, but it sorta centers around her. So...you have been warned.
Jack couldn't help but feel angry with her. He knew that he shouldn't, that it wasn't her fault, and that it was a terrible thing to speak ill of the dead (even in his darkest moments now he still can't bring himself to say anything bad about his father). She wasn't responsible, but he was angry with her anyway.
No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't get into her head. He could tell she wanted him to, though. There was a flirtatious edge to everything she said to him that seemed to beg, "Figure me out. Accept me. Love me." But for the life of him, he couldn't do any of those things. When Sawyer had admitted, in an angry huff, that she had taken his gun (how, he still didn't know), Jack had given up trying.
And then, just like that, she was gone.
He was sure she wasn't deeply mourned by anyone else, except possibly Eko. She certainly hadn't been popular around the camp, given the circumstances under which she had entered it. No one had tried. No one had given her a fair shot, instead writing her off as a murderer, glaring at her when her back was turned and avoiding her gaze when it wasn't.
But Jack tried. He tried because that was what he did. People treated Ana like a lost cause, and that was what Jack was drawn to.
And the second he gave up, wrote her off, stopped trying, she was gone.