Lost ficlet: Déjà Vu
Written for LUAU 2008 Queen gottalovev at lostsquee, who wanted vacations.
(but it fits also Queen purestvixen's request for Sawyer)
Déjà Vu
Sawyer/Jack, PG, 278 words, unbetaed.
His legs felt like jelly, his stomach ached, his head was spinning. Jack almost doubled up, putting his hands on his thighs, his veins pumping adrenaline, his brain incapable of thinking anything else, bent on trying to control his breathing again.
In, out, in, out…
He tried counting and then lost track at number three, when a hand lifted his chin.
He met Sawyer’s worried gaze.
“You okay, Doc?”
That was when his brain finally caught up, his body recovering quickly from the shock and he was able to talk again. He looked Sawyer in the eyes and whispered “that was… amazing”.
Sawyer broke in a blinding grin, his dimples winking.
“Told ya. Let’s go for another ride”.
He felt Sawyer take his hand, keeping him close, and they went back in line again, the Déjà Vu whirring and rolling over their heads, a cacophony of different screams reaching their ears.
Sawyer had been definitely right. What better to chase worries and stress away than a childish, stupid, funny, incredible, unrepeatable, unrepentant trip to the Magic Mountains?
Jack leaned slightly towards Sawyer, his breath creating a little trail of goosebumps on the tanned skin, inhaling Sawyer’s clean smell of sweat and excitement. He couldn’t help himself.
“I love you,” he mumbled, his tongue darting out, unseen, to lick a little patch on Sawyer’s neck.
Sawyer turned towards him, surprise and affection in his eyes. He lifted his hand to cup Jack’s face, and kissed the corner of his mouth.
“I know.”
Then, uncaring for the people in line, of their eyes on them, he pulled Jack tight towards him, kissing him properly.
Jack knew, too.
(but it fits also Queen purestvixen's request for Sawyer)
Déjà Vu
Sawyer/Jack, PG, 278 words, unbetaed.
His legs felt like jelly, his stomach ached, his head was spinning. Jack almost doubled up, putting his hands on his thighs, his veins pumping adrenaline, his brain incapable of thinking anything else, bent on trying to control his breathing again.
In, out, in, out…
He tried counting and then lost track at number three, when a hand lifted his chin.
He met Sawyer’s worried gaze.
“You okay, Doc?”
That was when his brain finally caught up, his body recovering quickly from the shock and he was able to talk again. He looked Sawyer in the eyes and whispered “that was… amazing”.
Sawyer broke in a blinding grin, his dimples winking.
“Told ya. Let’s go for another ride”.
He felt Sawyer take his hand, keeping him close, and they went back in line again, the Déjà Vu whirring and rolling over their heads, a cacophony of different screams reaching their ears.
Sawyer had been definitely right. What better to chase worries and stress away than a childish, stupid, funny, incredible, unrepeatable, unrepentant trip to the Magic Mountains?
Jack leaned slightly towards Sawyer, his breath creating a little trail of goosebumps on the tanned skin, inhaling Sawyer’s clean smell of sweat and excitement. He couldn’t help himself.
“I love you,” he mumbled, his tongue darting out, unseen, to lick a little patch on Sawyer’s neck.
Sawyer turned towards him, surprise and affection in his eyes. He lifted his hand to cup Jack’s face, and kissed the corner of his mouth.
“I know.”
Then, uncaring for the people in line, of their eyes on them, he pulled Jack tight towards him, kissing him properly.
Jack knew, too.