fic, Lost: The A-Team of Craphole Island (Charlie, said A-Team), PG, for elliotsmelliot
Second of the icon drabbles; this is for elliotsmelliot , who chose this icon which I love dearly ♥:
Of course, five times longer than a drabble should be.
Title: The A-Team of Craphole Island
Rating: PG
Characters: Charlie, Jack, Sawyer, Sayid
Word counting: 584
Disclaimer: Mine? What? No.
Spoilers: For Live Together Die Alone.
Summary: Jack, Sawyer and Sayid, they are the sodding A-Team, the three of them. He can see it as clearly as he has never seen anything since the crash.
A/N: Blame this on the fact that I've seen that Lost/A-Team trailer on youtube and couldn't shake it out of my mind since July. Could be crack-ish. Could. If you don't have at least an idea of the original A-Team characters you probably won't get it.
Charlie watches Jack, Sawyer and Sayid climbing on the boat, binoculars focused at the maximum; a bloody good kind of binoculars he has to say, since he can see what’s going on exactly as he could if he was right there.
He moves the binoculars a bit, their focus going from Jack, his clothes dark because of the water, clinging to his body and showing off every muscle in his chest, to Sawyer, whose tanned skin seems to glow, glistened with little drops of water, to Sayid, dark hair lingering on his forehead and his neck; he handles the gun with such a skill that the difference between his level of experience in the gun handling field and Jack and Sawyer’s is way, way obvious. Sayid definitely is a span above his two comrades. Well, Charlie reasons, he usually is also when it doesn’t come to handling guns, but that’s another matter.
They move gracefully, in unison, like raiding boats with guns in their hands is what they were born for; they don’t get too scared when someone shoots from down there. Then Jack and Sayid go down in the cabin while Sawyer stands outside, keeping his guard; Charlie has to admit that he’s kind of perplexed when Jack emerges bringing out another guy with a dirty white shirt, long hair, quite long beard and way, way wasted. Then Jack says something to Sayid who nods and goes towards the other side of the boat, presumably to steer it towards the shore; Sawyer leaves the gun and helps Jack support the boat’s owner keeping him in a standing position, or so Charlie figures.
And that’s when the realization hits him because yes, that’s exactly what they are and why didn’t he realize it before? Maybe because the tv-shows which he used to watch with Liam as teenagers when they were originally aired and on re-runs when he was high weren’t a subject he was particularly interested in considering. Not until now.
Jack, Sawyer and Sayid, they are the sodding A-Team, the three of them. He can see it as clearly as he has never seen anything since the crash.
Sawyer is the most obvious. He’s so Face it’s not even funny.
Sayid... well, Locke maybe has the better physique du role for Hannibal, but Sayid looks like a good enough substitute. Charlie guesses that on the original show they couldn’t have that many pretty faces but hey, this is Craphole Island and everything is better than the model. Also, he thinks, wasn’t there a mechanic too, in the A-Team? Charlie thinks that Sayid can definitely fill both places.
Jack, duh, didn’t he take flying lessons once, or so he heard? And from what Charlie has seen, he’s got all the skills to be an excellent Murdoch. The boat approaches to the shore and Charlie gives Steve the binoculars, smiling slightly. Rescue mission seemingly accomplished, it seems, though he doesn’t know whether it’d be Mr. Way Wasted’s opinion. But as Jack and Sawyer drag him down on the shore moving in perfect synchrony and Sayid as usual answers questions without giving any real answer (probably because he doesn’t have answers himself), Charlie can only notice how good of a combination for patrol service those three are.
They are definitely the sodding A-Team of Craphole island, indeed. He wishes he could discuss it with somebody, but it’s not quite the time for funny remarks. No problem, he’s going to keep it for the next occasion.
End.
Of course, five times longer than a drabble should be.
Title: The A-Team of Craphole Island
Rating: PG
Characters: Charlie, Jack, Sawyer, Sayid
Word counting: 584
Disclaimer: Mine? What? No.
Spoilers: For Live Together Die Alone.
Summary: Jack, Sawyer and Sayid, they are the sodding A-Team, the three of them. He can see it as clearly as he has never seen anything since the crash.
A/N: Blame this on the fact that I've seen that Lost/A-Team trailer on youtube and couldn't shake it out of my mind since July. Could be crack-ish. Could. If you don't have at least an idea of the original A-Team characters you probably won't get it.
Charlie watches Jack, Sawyer and Sayid climbing on the boat, binoculars focused at the maximum; a bloody good kind of binoculars he has to say, since he can see what’s going on exactly as he could if he was right there.
He moves the binoculars a bit, their focus going from Jack, his clothes dark because of the water, clinging to his body and showing off every muscle in his chest, to Sawyer, whose tanned skin seems to glow, glistened with little drops of water, to Sayid, dark hair lingering on his forehead and his neck; he handles the gun with such a skill that the difference between his level of experience in the gun handling field and Jack and Sawyer’s is way, way obvious. Sayid definitely is a span above his two comrades. Well, Charlie reasons, he usually is also when it doesn’t come to handling guns, but that’s another matter.
They move gracefully, in unison, like raiding boats with guns in their hands is what they were born for; they don’t get too scared when someone shoots from down there. Then Jack and Sayid go down in the cabin while Sawyer stands outside, keeping his guard; Charlie has to admit that he’s kind of perplexed when Jack emerges bringing out another guy with a dirty white shirt, long hair, quite long beard and way, way wasted. Then Jack says something to Sayid who nods and goes towards the other side of the boat, presumably to steer it towards the shore; Sawyer leaves the gun and helps Jack support the boat’s owner keeping him in a standing position, or so Charlie figures.
And that’s when the realization hits him because yes, that’s exactly what they are and why didn’t he realize it before? Maybe because the tv-shows which he used to watch with Liam as teenagers when they were originally aired and on re-runs when he was high weren’t a subject he was particularly interested in considering. Not until now.
Jack, Sawyer and Sayid, they are the sodding A-Team, the three of them. He can see it as clearly as he has never seen anything since the crash.
Sawyer is the most obvious. He’s so Face it’s not even funny.
Sayid... well, Locke maybe has the better physique du role for Hannibal, but Sayid looks like a good enough substitute. Charlie guesses that on the original show they couldn’t have that many pretty faces but hey, this is Craphole Island and everything is better than the model. Also, he thinks, wasn’t there a mechanic too, in the A-Team? Charlie thinks that Sayid can definitely fill both places.
Jack, duh, didn’t he take flying lessons once, or so he heard? And from what Charlie has seen, he’s got all the skills to be an excellent Murdoch. The boat approaches to the shore and Charlie gives Steve the binoculars, smiling slightly. Rescue mission seemingly accomplished, it seems, though he doesn’t know whether it’d be Mr. Way Wasted’s opinion. But as Jack and Sawyer drag him down on the shore moving in perfect synchrony and Sayid as usual answers questions without giving any real answer (probably because he doesn’t have answers himself), Charlie can only notice how good of a combination for patrol service those three are.
They are definitely the sodding A-Team of Craphole island, indeed. He wishes he could discuss it with somebody, but it’s not quite the time for funny remarks. No problem, he’s going to keep it for the next occasion.
End.