Lost fic - "Karma's a bitch"
ETA: So, evidently I did write this as comment fic for eponine119 22 months ago, but I flaked big time and never posted it! *headdesk* I belatedly dedicate this to Megan. (blushes and slinks away)
I found this in my WIP folder earlier this evening. It is marked "Comment fic for Megan" and the Google Docs says it was generated 22 months ago. That would have been..February, 2007, right? Whatever, I've no idea if I actually posted it to Megan's journal as comment fic, but even if I did, I never put it out in the brave new world, so I'm going to now.
Characters: Jack, Sawyer, Sun
Word Count: 528
Rating: PS for Pure Silliness
Karma's a Bitch
Jack rounded a bend in the path and pulled up short at the sight before him.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"What's it look like?"
"It looks like you've set yourself up as the fruit salad at an ant luau."
*snort*
"Trust me, man, you look ridiculous."
*huff* "I'll look a lot more ridiculous if I don't follow doctor's orders."
"Doctor's orders?" Jack shook his head. "Sawyer, I'm the doctor, and I sure as hell didn't tell you to lay in an ice cold spring wearing...are those my boxers?... with mashed mango plastered all over your face!"
"You ain't the only medicine man on the island, hot shot, and you don't know all there is about the healin' arts, so...scram, why don'tcha?"
"Sawyer, what is wrong with you?"
Sawyer lifted his head from the water and peered through one squinted eye.
"Pissed off a swarm of bees. Stung me all over my back and arms. Sun said laying in the cold water would help with the swellin', and that it would be even better if I covered my face with mutilated mango. Said it would draw the poison from my body faster. She knows 'bout practical shit like that."
Jack became concerned at the mention of multiple bee stings.
"Are you stung on your face?"
"Hell no, I ain't stung on my face! Covered it and ran like hell. Now would you just go on your merry way and leave me in peace? I've got another hour before the mango has worked all it's magic and I've just 'bout froze my balls off already."
Jack turned his head away for a brief moment and smiled. He turned back to ask, in all seriousness, "How long have you been in there?"
"Hour. You think two hours is long enough?"
"I...yeah. I think that should just about do it." He shifted his feet and adjusted the straps on his backpack. "So...see you."
"Whatever."
♥ ♥ ♥
"Sun!"
"Yes, Jack?"
"I was wondering, how'd you make out last week when you asked Sawyer for that set of gardening tools he'd found in the cargo hold?"
Sun's serene face hardened for a moment as she muttered something unpleasant sounding in Korean.
"We were not able to come to an agreement for the payment."
"That's too bad. Having those would have made your work at the garden much easier." Jack studied her face, once again gentle, as was her way.
"Yes. It is too bad. But he may...how do you say it? 'You will reap what you sow?' "
A grin erupted on Jack's face, which he tried without success to hide.
"Yeah, he just might at that."
Jack turned to walk toward the beach, then stopped, glancing back at Sun.
"Hey, Sun..?"
"Yes, Jack?"
"Have you ever used mashed mango to cure bee stings?"
Sun's eyes widened for a moment, and Jack could swear that she blushed as a mischievous smile flashed across her lips, then disappeared just as quickly.
"That is ridiculous, Jack. Where would you get such a foolish idea?"
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I found this in my WIP folder earlier this evening. It is marked "Comment fic for Megan" and the Google Docs says it was generated 22 months ago. That would have been..February, 2007, right? Whatever, I've no idea if I actually posted it to Megan's journal as comment fic, but even if I did, I never put it out in the brave new world, so I'm going to now.
Characters: Jack, Sawyer, Sun
Word Count: 528
Rating: PS for Pure Silliness
Karma's a Bitch
Jack rounded a bend in the path and pulled up short at the sight before him.
"What the hell are you doing?"
"What's it look like?"
"It looks like you've set yourself up as the fruit salad at an ant luau."
*snort*
"Trust me, man, you look ridiculous."
*huff* "I'll look a lot more ridiculous if I don't follow doctor's orders."
"Doctor's orders?" Jack shook his head. "Sawyer, I'm the doctor, and I sure as hell didn't tell you to lay in an ice cold spring wearing...are those my boxers?... with mashed mango plastered all over your face!"
"You ain't the only medicine man on the island, hot shot, and you don't know all there is about the healin' arts, so...scram, why don'tcha?"
"Sawyer, what is wrong with you?"
Sawyer lifted his head from the water and peered through one squinted eye.
"Pissed off a swarm of bees. Stung me all over my back and arms. Sun said laying in the cold water would help with the swellin', and that it would be even better if I covered my face with mutilated mango. Said it would draw the poison from my body faster. She knows 'bout practical shit like that."
Jack became concerned at the mention of multiple bee stings.
"Are you stung on your face?"
"Hell no, I ain't stung on my face! Covered it and ran like hell. Now would you just go on your merry way and leave me in peace? I've got another hour before the mango has worked all it's magic and I've just 'bout froze my balls off already."
Jack turned his head away for a brief moment and smiled. He turned back to ask, in all seriousness, "How long have you been in there?"
"Hour. You think two hours is long enough?"
"I...yeah. I think that should just about do it." He shifted his feet and adjusted the straps on his backpack. "So...see you."
"Whatever."
♥ ♥ ♥
"Sun!"
"Yes, Jack?"
"I was wondering, how'd you make out last week when you asked Sawyer for that set of gardening tools he'd found in the cargo hold?"
Sun's serene face hardened for a moment as she muttered something unpleasant sounding in Korean.
"We were not able to come to an agreement for the payment."
"That's too bad. Having those would have made your work at the garden much easier." Jack studied her face, once again gentle, as was her way.
"Yes. It is too bad. But he may...how do you say it? 'You will reap what you sow?' "
A grin erupted on Jack's face, which he tried without success to hide.
"Yeah, he just might at that."
Jack turned to walk toward the beach, then stopped, glancing back at Sun.
"Hey, Sun..?"
"Yes, Jack?"
"Have you ever used mashed mango to cure bee stings?"
Sun's eyes widened for a moment, and Jack could swear that she blushed as a mischievous smile flashed across her lips, then disappeared just as quickly.
"That is ridiculous, Jack. Where would you get such a foolish idea?"
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