Jack and Sawyer's Greatest Hits
5. “Excuse me?”
Sawyer turns. Jack sits on the beach, shirt off, holding up a needle and thread.
“Excuse me?” Jack says again, gesturing to Sawyer. “Can you help me here? I can’t reach. Got a little beat up during the crash.”
“Yeah, sure,” Sawyer says, his smirk a little dazed as he makes his way down the short hill.
That night, Sawyer traces a line with his lips around the already-healing wound.
4. Jack hears the door open and doesn’t even bother to look up. “I don’t want another damn sandwich,” he mumbles, face pressed into the corner of the cell.
“Well that’s good, Doc, since you know damn well I don’t cook,” the familiar voice banters back, and when Jack turns, he sees Sawyer’s eyes are filled with matching tears. Jack pushes off from the floor and sprints the foot to the glass, pressing his hand up against it, Sawyer’s hand finding his.
“I told you not to come back,” Jack says, unable to keep any anger in his voice, unable to do anything but grin.
“Yeah, well, you also know I damn well don’t take orders,” Sawyer laughs. He grabs a chair and aims it at the glass separation. “Now stand back. Let’s get the hell out of here.”
3. The gunshots echo over the walkie talkie and Jack drops it, fingers burning as his skin desperately tries to cling to the last time he touched Sawyer, who is down there, somewhere, and those bullets…Fingers aflame, Jack clenches fists, slamming them over and over into Ben’s face, and then, the voice sounds, rough and sweet and saying Jack’s name.
At the radio tower, in front of everyone, Jack runs, and Sawyer does too. For the rest of the month, Sawyer endures the good-natured awws and kissing faces made at him, smirking as he slaps a proprietary hand on Jack’s ass and shrugs. Now he wraps himself in Jack’s shaking arms, dotting kisses across his face, murmuring “It’s all ok, Doc,” into his ear until Jack’s breathing slows.
2. Jack comes into Sawyer’s line of sight, and Sawyer can’t stop staring. He takes his glasses off, puts them back on, and Jack is still there, even closer now, running, and Sawyer closes the gap. Their bodies slam into each other, and lips immediately meet, tongues slipping between teeth, hands grappling and groping up and down trembling bodies.
“Um, guys, still here, still outside?” Hurley offers up tentatively, and Jack and Sawyer laugh, breaking apart just slightly, bodies still maintaining constant contact. Without a word, Sawyer waves at Hurley and Kate, offering up a smirk and shrug as he grabs Jack’s hand, pulling him along to the house.
“Wow, a bed?” Jack offers up teasingly, breathlessly, as Sawyer kicks the front door closed.
“We’re not gonna make it there, Doc,” Sawyer moans, as Jack presses him against the wall, grinding their hips together, tearing at the buttons on Sawyer’s shirt.
“Made it back here, anything’s possible,” Jack grins. The words catch in his throat as Sawyer undoes his belt buckle and works his hand below Jack’s waistband. “How about floor, now?” Jack gasps out, and Sawyer laughs, a deep, joyful sound as he pulls Jack down.
1. “Try turning off the power.” A male voice comes from behind Sawyer, and he turns to see a doctor standing there with a welcoming smile. “This vending machine is always getting stuck, and pulling the plug is the only thing that seems to work.”
“Thanks, Doc.” The words slip out of Sawyer’s throat, and he freezes for a second, hand hovering over the plug. Then he pulls, and the room goes completely black. “Oops.”
The doctor laughs, and reaches into the vending machine, extracting a candy bar. “Worked though.” Sawyer reaches out , and their hands touch.
...lips pressing a line around a wound…
…hands meeting over glass…
…shaking arms wrapped tight…
…bodies pressed together on a floor…
“Jack?” Sawyer’s voice is soft and shaky as he reaches a hand out again, tears raining on the upturned palm.
“Sawyer?” Jack’s grin is wide, tears streaming down his face as he grabs Sawyer’s hand and pulls him close. Sawyer buries his face in the familiar crook of Jack’s neck. They stand like that as nurses and doctors pass by, not even noticing the stares, until Sawyer laughs, joyfully, and grabs Jack’s hand, pulling him towards an unoccupied hospital room.
“Wow, a bed?” Jack says with a laugh, unable to stop grinning, or crying, or touching Sawyer.
“We’re not gonna make it there, Doc,” Sawyer says back, blinking back tears and grinning as he kicks the front door shut.