Lost fic: 7 Minutes [Jack/Sawyer, PG-13]
Disclaimer: Lost is not mine.
Written for cliche_bingo: Closets, caves, elevators and other tight spaces
Notes: Set season two-ish. No spoilers. Jack/Sawyer, PG-13, 800 words.
7 minutes
by eponine119
July 4, 2009
One
"You see who pushed the door closed, Doc?" Sawyer eyed the offending door, solid metal behind them. The door to the gun cabinet, empty of guns, used now as their own little prison-in-the-hatch. Maybe he deserved a stint in the pokey, but the Doc? Never.
Jack shook his head, his eyes wide and innocent like they'd get, and lips pressed together. He sighed.
Stubborn silence prevailed.
Two
Sawyer's hand ruffled back through his hair, pushing it back out of his eyes, which had taken on a wild cast. He moved like a zoo animal, caged. Radiating the heat of quiet desperation.
"Calm down. Someone will realize it and let us out."
"They did this on purpose."
"On purpose?" He knew Sawyer was paranoid at times, but this was over the top.
"You ever see The Parent Trap, Doc? Disney movie, little blond girls -- twins?" At Jack's odd look, Sawyer continued. "They hate each other on sight, cause they're just alike, and for punishment, they have to stay in the same cabin together."
"I'm guessing since it's a Disney movie they manage not to murder each other." He sounded almost, but not quite, amused by this allegory.
"They hatch up a plot, but that's another story."
Jack chuckles, thinking of Sawyer the con man getting tips from a kids' movie. The Parent Trap was just another con caper when it came down to it, wasn't it?
"What?"
"Never mind, Sawyer."
Three
"How come you hate me, Doc?"
"I don't hate you." He sounded surprised at the notion.
"Yeah. Right."
"You're the one who's hated me since you first set eyes on me."
"Cause you're smug, self-righteous prig."
"Thanks, Sawyer. I'm fond of you, too."
Four
"You ever play that game?" Sawyer is the master of the pause, like he can't recall the name of something, only to pretend to remember it moments later. He does it like a magic trick, every time, with the practiced ease of slipping the aces from his sleeve. "Seven minutes in heaven."
"What's your point?"
"This kinda reminds me of that." He looked around, sizing up the walls again.
"Except you're not a girl and we're not in sixth grade, sure, Sawyer, why not."
"I bet you were too scared to do anything til right before they pulled the door open and turned the lights back on."
"Yeah, well, I bet you pinned the poor girl up against the wall and shoved your tongue down her throat before the door even latched."
Sawyer snorted. "I notice you're not denyin' it."
"Neither are you."
Five
"I always seemed to end up in there with girls I couldn’t stand," Jack confessed. "The ones who turned up their noses when they saw me coming."
"Who did the picking? You or them?"
"Them. I'm not that much of a masochist."
Sawyer grinned.
"What?"
"Those girls liked you, that's why they put their noses in the air. And, I bet, that's why you hated 'em."
"That makes no sense at all, Sawyer."
"They picked you, didn't they?"
Jack was silent a moment, considering this.
"Somebody once told me, and it always stuck with me, that love and hate are the same damn thing. Just at different times."
"You never know true hatred til you've loved someone. That's for sure," Jack agreed. And Sawyer seemed to look at him with new respect.
Six
"You wanna give it a try?"
"What?"
"The other side of the coin." Sawyer's breath was fast and light. "We been hatin' each other ever since we landed on this sandbar."
"You want to make out with me, is that it?" Jack postured, scoffing, too manly for this.
"Why not?" He shrugged like it didn't matter.
"I thought you'd never ask." Biting sarcasm, to hide a fear he didn't think he'd felt since back in sixth grade.
Their lips touched as a joke. Sawyer grinned into it, and Jack started to pull away after just a smack. But then something changed. The heated air between them began to smolder, and after another breath ignited. Sawyer's lips softened, and a soft sound of desire eased out of him. Jack's hand lingered on his shoulder, fingers almost clutching at his shirt.
Sawyer's eyes were hooded, looking at him with his head down when they stepped apart. Jack couldn't stop staring.
Seven
"What are you boys doing in there?" Rose's voice preceded her, half-teasing.
"Door's locked," Jack said quickly, springing out past her.
Rose made a face and shook her head, twisting the knob easily in her hand, then looked off after Jack like he'd gone crazy.
"Just talkin', that's all," Sawyer said, slow as honey, as he sauntered on out of the room.
End.
Written for cliche_bingo: Closets, caves, elevators and other tight spaces
Notes: Set season two-ish. No spoilers. Jack/Sawyer, PG-13, 800 words.
7 minutes
by eponine119
July 4, 2009
One
"You see who pushed the door closed, Doc?" Sawyer eyed the offending door, solid metal behind them. The door to the gun cabinet, empty of guns, used now as their own little prison-in-the-hatch. Maybe he deserved a stint in the pokey, but the Doc? Never.
Jack shook his head, his eyes wide and innocent like they'd get, and lips pressed together. He sighed.
Stubborn silence prevailed.
Two
Sawyer's hand ruffled back through his hair, pushing it back out of his eyes, which had taken on a wild cast. He moved like a zoo animal, caged. Radiating the heat of quiet desperation.
"Calm down. Someone will realize it and let us out."
"They did this on purpose."
"On purpose?" He knew Sawyer was paranoid at times, but this was over the top.
"You ever see The Parent Trap, Doc? Disney movie, little blond girls -- twins?" At Jack's odd look, Sawyer continued. "They hate each other on sight, cause they're just alike, and for punishment, they have to stay in the same cabin together."
"I'm guessing since it's a Disney movie they manage not to murder each other." He sounded almost, but not quite, amused by this allegory.
"They hatch up a plot, but that's another story."
Jack chuckles, thinking of Sawyer the con man getting tips from a kids' movie. The Parent Trap was just another con caper when it came down to it, wasn't it?
"What?"
"Never mind, Sawyer."
Three
"How come you hate me, Doc?"
"I don't hate you." He sounded surprised at the notion.
"Yeah. Right."
"You're the one who's hated me since you first set eyes on me."
"Cause you're smug, self-righteous prig."
"Thanks, Sawyer. I'm fond of you, too."
Four
"You ever play that game?" Sawyer is the master of the pause, like he can't recall the name of something, only to pretend to remember it moments later. He does it like a magic trick, every time, with the practiced ease of slipping the aces from his sleeve. "Seven minutes in heaven."
"What's your point?"
"This kinda reminds me of that." He looked around, sizing up the walls again.
"Except you're not a girl and we're not in sixth grade, sure, Sawyer, why not."
"I bet you were too scared to do anything til right before they pulled the door open and turned the lights back on."
"Yeah, well, I bet you pinned the poor girl up against the wall and shoved your tongue down her throat before the door even latched."
Sawyer snorted. "I notice you're not denyin' it."
"Neither are you."
Five
"I always seemed to end up in there with girls I couldn’t stand," Jack confessed. "The ones who turned up their noses when they saw me coming."
"Who did the picking? You or them?"
"Them. I'm not that much of a masochist."
Sawyer grinned.
"What?"
"Those girls liked you, that's why they put their noses in the air. And, I bet, that's why you hated 'em."
"That makes no sense at all, Sawyer."
"They picked you, didn't they?"
Jack was silent a moment, considering this.
"Somebody once told me, and it always stuck with me, that love and hate are the same damn thing. Just at different times."
"You never know true hatred til you've loved someone. That's for sure," Jack agreed. And Sawyer seemed to look at him with new respect.
Six
"You wanna give it a try?"
"What?"
"The other side of the coin." Sawyer's breath was fast and light. "We been hatin' each other ever since we landed on this sandbar."
"You want to make out with me, is that it?" Jack postured, scoffing, too manly for this.
"Why not?" He shrugged like it didn't matter.
"I thought you'd never ask." Biting sarcasm, to hide a fear he didn't think he'd felt since back in sixth grade.
Their lips touched as a joke. Sawyer grinned into it, and Jack started to pull away after just a smack. But then something changed. The heated air between them began to smolder, and after another breath ignited. Sawyer's lips softened, and a soft sound of desire eased out of him. Jack's hand lingered on his shoulder, fingers almost clutching at his shirt.
Sawyer's eyes were hooded, looking at him with his head down when they stepped apart. Jack couldn't stop staring.
Seven
"What are you boys doing in there?" Rose's voice preceded her, half-teasing.
"Door's locked," Jack said quickly, springing out past her.
Rose made a face and shook her head, twisting the knob easily in her hand, then looked off after Jack like he'd gone crazy.
"Just talkin', that's all," Sawyer said, slow as honey, as he sauntered on out of the room.
End.