Lost fic: Ice [Jack, Sawyer, PG, 1250 words]
For queen astra2104, who wanted Ice for the luau.
Summary: Jack and Sawyer are on a mission. 1250 words. PG. Slightly cracktastic.
Ice
by eponine119
July 20, 1008
They met in the alley and identified each other in the glare of the headlights from a passing car.
"You look good in black," Sawyer said.
"Not as good as you do," Jack replied. It was true -- Sawyer's pale hair and tanned skin seemed to glow in contrast to the black pants and shirt he had on.
From the alley, they scaled the back fence onto the estate. The large stone house was spotlit, making it more difficult for them to make their entrance without being seen. Jack paused to look around.
"I took care of the dogs," Sawyer whispered. "A nice nap, nothing more."
"Too bad you couldn't do the same for the security guards."
"Well…"
"What?" Jack hissed.
Sawyer grinned to think of it. He hadn't thought they'd take the bait, but even these security guards got hungry. Presented with free pizza -- free pizza dosed with the same sleeping drug he'd used on the dogs -- they hadn't been able to help themselves. "They're in dreamland, too, boss, let's get moving."
They darted across the lawn quickly, to the back of the mansion. The drainpipe was right where they'd identified it. Sawyer stood back and gestured for Jack to go first.
It took more work than it did in the movies. Jack's hands and feet kept slipping, and the drainpipe was too thin to cling to very well. It was also made of aluminum and had a tendency to dent underneath his slick fingers. He looked down at Sawyer, who was making rolling hurry-up gestures with his hands. He'd be sorry when Jack fell and landed on him.
But Jack finally made it to the roof. He peeked down over the side at Sawyer, then moved in toward the center to make it more difficult to be seen from anyone who happened to pass by.
A few minutes later, there was a thump as Sawyer tumbled over the side of the roof. Jack looked up sharply and watched Sawyer get up and dust himself off. "I told you we should have gotten one of those Batman things," Sawyer hissed.
"A grappling hook?" Jack whispered back. "They don't exactly sell them at Home Depot."
"Why would you go to Home Depot for burglarly supplies?"
"Because there's no Burglar Depot," Jack whispered, and watched Sawyer grin.
"Remind me again why we're doing this?"
"Cause Ben will kill us if we don't."
"Pfft, Ben." It was true -- Sawyer had never been afraid of him.
"Or maybe because if we don't, the whole world's gonna go kaput," Jack replied, tiptoeing over to the large skylight in the center of the roof. Sawyer followed him silently. As Jack fished out the next tool in their arsenal, Sawyer knelt down and peered through the glass.
"Sure makes it easy," Sawyer said, and sat back and watched as Jack worked on the glass.
He taped it off first, so it wouldn't shatter. Then he applied a suction cup, to keep it from falling when he cut the piece out. Then he used the dremel tool he had gotten at Home Depot to quickly slice through the glass in a square large enough for them to fit through.
Jack looked at Sawyer. "Why didn't you tie off the rope?"
"I was admirin' your handiwork." Sawyer scrambled now to unfurl the rope he'd brought, tying it securely to one of the roof's other features. He gave it a tug to be sure it would stay fast. Then he threaded the other end of the rope down through the hole in the glass, and began to descend.
Jack followed him. In moments, they'd reached the tile floor of the grand hall. He cringed, expecting an alarm to blare when his feet made contact with the floor, but Sawyer's research must have been right -- there was no museum-style alarm system with crossed beams of light to catch them.
Unless it was a silent alarm, in which case they wouldn't even know they were screwed.
They approached the display case. There, under glass, was a large rock. At first it looked like an oddly colored clump of coal. Which made sense, considering that diamonds were born of coal. This stone hadn't been cut or polished. Even raw, it was strangely beautiful.
"I wanna use the cutter," Sawyer said.
"It's mine." Jack held onto it, knowing Sawyer would grab for it. He did, but Jack snatched it out of his reach, then brandished it threateningly. Once Sawyer had given up the fight, Jack went to work on the display case, cutting a simple hole for his hand to go through and withdraw the stone.
"It's heavier than it looks," he said, tossing it to Sawyer.
Sawyer held it up to the light, closing one eye as though looking into the heart of it. "It's awful pretty. Just imagine how it'd look all fixed up." He glanced at the display case. "Seems a shame to keep it where no one can ever see it."
"Because it's more than a diamond, Sawyer," Jack said. "It has the exact power and energy for Widmore to use in his secret Dharma weather machine and threaten to freeze the entire world."
Sawyer shook his head. "Remember when life was normal and weather machines only existed on soap operas?"
"We didn't know each other then," Jack replied.
Sawyer sighed and began to put the stone into his pocket. Jack held out his hand to take it. "How come you get to carry it?"
Jack just gave him a stern look. Sawyer rolled his eyes and handed it over, watching Jack put it into his pocket. "We better get going."
They went back to the rope. Jack, since he had the stone, went first. He pulled himself up with the powerful muscles of his arms as Sawyer watched. Sawyer followed a few moments later, and at the top Jack reached down through the hole to take his hand and pull him onto the roof.
Sawyer headed for the drainpipe, then went back for the rope. It'd be easier to slide down.
"Don't leave that," Jack said.
"He's gonna know we were here anyway," Sawyer protested.
"Still," Jack ordered, and Sawyer grumbled as he untied the rope, coiling it and putting it back into his backpack. Then they went down the rickety drainpipe and ran back across the lawn.
They were both laughing giddily by the time they reached their car, parked down the street. Sawyer flipped on the map light and looked at Jack. Jack's face was flushed with excitement. "Let me see it again," Sawyer said.
Jack put the stone into his hand.
"You sure we have to give this to Ben?" Sawyer asked.
"Yes, we have to give it to Ben," Jack replied.
"I mean, how do we know Ben don't have a weather machine of his own?"
"How do I know you don't have a weather machine," Jack shot back. Then he grabbed the stone and put it into his pocket, looking sternly at Sawyer.
"That was fun," Sawyer said, leaning back happily in his seat.
"Don't get any ideas," Jack warned him.
"At least admit it was fun."
"It was fun," Jack allowed.
As the car drove off, winding through the city streets, Sawyer said to Jack, "I've always wanted a Van Gogh."
"Sawyer!"
(End)
Summary: Jack and Sawyer are on a mission. 1250 words. PG. Slightly cracktastic.
Ice
by eponine119
July 20, 1008
They met in the alley and identified each other in the glare of the headlights from a passing car.
"You look good in black," Sawyer said.
"Not as good as you do," Jack replied. It was true -- Sawyer's pale hair and tanned skin seemed to glow in contrast to the black pants and shirt he had on.
From the alley, they scaled the back fence onto the estate. The large stone house was spotlit, making it more difficult for them to make their entrance without being seen. Jack paused to look around.
"I took care of the dogs," Sawyer whispered. "A nice nap, nothing more."
"Too bad you couldn't do the same for the security guards."
"Well…"
"What?" Jack hissed.
Sawyer grinned to think of it. He hadn't thought they'd take the bait, but even these security guards got hungry. Presented with free pizza -- free pizza dosed with the same sleeping drug he'd used on the dogs -- they hadn't been able to help themselves. "They're in dreamland, too, boss, let's get moving."
They darted across the lawn quickly, to the back of the mansion. The drainpipe was right where they'd identified it. Sawyer stood back and gestured for Jack to go first.
It took more work than it did in the movies. Jack's hands and feet kept slipping, and the drainpipe was too thin to cling to very well. It was also made of aluminum and had a tendency to dent underneath his slick fingers. He looked down at Sawyer, who was making rolling hurry-up gestures with his hands. He'd be sorry when Jack fell and landed on him.
But Jack finally made it to the roof. He peeked down over the side at Sawyer, then moved in toward the center to make it more difficult to be seen from anyone who happened to pass by.
A few minutes later, there was a thump as Sawyer tumbled over the side of the roof. Jack looked up sharply and watched Sawyer get up and dust himself off. "I told you we should have gotten one of those Batman things," Sawyer hissed.
"A grappling hook?" Jack whispered back. "They don't exactly sell them at Home Depot."
"Why would you go to Home Depot for burglarly supplies?"
"Because there's no Burglar Depot," Jack whispered, and watched Sawyer grin.
"Remind me again why we're doing this?"
"Cause Ben will kill us if we don't."
"Pfft, Ben." It was true -- Sawyer had never been afraid of him.
"Or maybe because if we don't, the whole world's gonna go kaput," Jack replied, tiptoeing over to the large skylight in the center of the roof. Sawyer followed him silently. As Jack fished out the next tool in their arsenal, Sawyer knelt down and peered through the glass.
"Sure makes it easy," Sawyer said, and sat back and watched as Jack worked on the glass.
He taped it off first, so it wouldn't shatter. Then he applied a suction cup, to keep it from falling when he cut the piece out. Then he used the dremel tool he had gotten at Home Depot to quickly slice through the glass in a square large enough for them to fit through.
Jack looked at Sawyer. "Why didn't you tie off the rope?"
"I was admirin' your handiwork." Sawyer scrambled now to unfurl the rope he'd brought, tying it securely to one of the roof's other features. He gave it a tug to be sure it would stay fast. Then he threaded the other end of the rope down through the hole in the glass, and began to descend.
Jack followed him. In moments, they'd reached the tile floor of the grand hall. He cringed, expecting an alarm to blare when his feet made contact with the floor, but Sawyer's research must have been right -- there was no museum-style alarm system with crossed beams of light to catch them.
Unless it was a silent alarm, in which case they wouldn't even know they were screwed.
They approached the display case. There, under glass, was a large rock. At first it looked like an oddly colored clump of coal. Which made sense, considering that diamonds were born of coal. This stone hadn't been cut or polished. Even raw, it was strangely beautiful.
"I wanna use the cutter," Sawyer said.
"It's mine." Jack held onto it, knowing Sawyer would grab for it. He did, but Jack snatched it out of his reach, then brandished it threateningly. Once Sawyer had given up the fight, Jack went to work on the display case, cutting a simple hole for his hand to go through and withdraw the stone.
"It's heavier than it looks," he said, tossing it to Sawyer.
Sawyer held it up to the light, closing one eye as though looking into the heart of it. "It's awful pretty. Just imagine how it'd look all fixed up." He glanced at the display case. "Seems a shame to keep it where no one can ever see it."
"Because it's more than a diamond, Sawyer," Jack said. "It has the exact power and energy for Widmore to use in his secret Dharma weather machine and threaten to freeze the entire world."
Sawyer shook his head. "Remember when life was normal and weather machines only existed on soap operas?"
"We didn't know each other then," Jack replied.
Sawyer sighed and began to put the stone into his pocket. Jack held out his hand to take it. "How come you get to carry it?"
Jack just gave him a stern look. Sawyer rolled his eyes and handed it over, watching Jack put it into his pocket. "We better get going."
They went back to the rope. Jack, since he had the stone, went first. He pulled himself up with the powerful muscles of his arms as Sawyer watched. Sawyer followed a few moments later, and at the top Jack reached down through the hole to take his hand and pull him onto the roof.
Sawyer headed for the drainpipe, then went back for the rope. It'd be easier to slide down.
"Don't leave that," Jack said.
"He's gonna know we were here anyway," Sawyer protested.
"Still," Jack ordered, and Sawyer grumbled as he untied the rope, coiling it and putting it back into his backpack. Then they went down the rickety drainpipe and ran back across the lawn.
They were both laughing giddily by the time they reached their car, parked down the street. Sawyer flipped on the map light and looked at Jack. Jack's face was flushed with excitement. "Let me see it again," Sawyer said.
Jack put the stone into his hand.
"You sure we have to give this to Ben?" Sawyer asked.
"Yes, we have to give it to Ben," Jack replied.
"I mean, how do we know Ben don't have a weather machine of his own?"
"How do I know you don't have a weather machine," Jack shot back. Then he grabbed the stone and put it into his pocket, looking sternly at Sawyer.
"That was fun," Sawyer said, leaning back happily in his seat.
"Don't get any ideas," Jack warned him.
"At least admit it was fun."
"It was fun," Jack allowed.
As the car drove off, winding through the city streets, Sawyer said to Jack, "I've always wanted a Van Gogh."
"Sawyer!"
(End)