Happy holiday and long weekend! Fic before I go

May 25, 2007 14:04

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Okay so leave it to me to take something silly and schoompy and make it NOT. *sigh*

Oh well - my Susie girl gave Jack some backstory and I've given the whole damn trip an angsty spin. (sorta)

Oooh but there is hot tub action! Not much, but surely that counts for something.

Title: Jack and Sawyer go to Dollywood (Part 2 of...)
Pairing: Lost Jack/Sawyer
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, I am only responsible for their fictional corruption.
Summary: Heartsong and hot tubs.
Spoilers: None, but don't I wish.
A/N: So yeah, this is where I went after Susie's fabulous first chapter! If she wants (or you want her) to continue it, good luck making it schoompy again. ;)



- - -

Sawyer is right and Heartsong is indeed the cheesiest thing Jack has ever had the pleasure to experience. But it is a pleasure - with Sawyer beside him, conditioned air piping through the vents, offering a respite from their sweaty day outdoors.

Every few minutes the number changes, and another bizarrely dressed singer comes on stage to yodel a different country tune. And - every few minutes Sawyer leans over to give Jack his two cents, either a sarcastic jab or out right insult.

"God, would you look at this one. I hope to Jesus she's Dolly's third cousin by marriage. I'd just write her a check and tell her to stay at home."

"Sawyer-" Jack whispers, placing a finger to his lips when the elderly couple with the misfortune of sitting in front of them turn to glare. "People are trying to enjoy themselves."

"Well then they shouldn't of come here. Go see a movie old timer. It'd be a whole hell of a lot cheaper than this Dog and Pony show. Forty eight bucks-"

Jack rolls his eyes in the dark. Sawyer's been repeating the price of admission since Jack handed over his American Express card at the gates. "Come on." Jack motions, pulling Sawyer by the hand when he plants his feet and gives him that "What? I thought this was what you wanted? And I was being so good" look.

It's been years and Jack has finally realized that Sawyer really does believe his hype. He thinks this is his best behavior.

The air outside of the theater is thick, like the syrup they poured on their pancakes at breakfast. Sawyer keeps telling him that it "only gets worse", that he "better be glad they aren't here in July or August." He's sure Sawyer is telling the truth but it's hard for Jack to imagine humidity higher than this.

Before Jack can vote Sawyer takes off in the opposite direction from which they came. "Let's ride the Mine ride again."

This time it's Jack who refuses to move. "What? We've already rode it three times! Didn't you want do a water ride?"

"What, are you five? One minute you don't want to and the next you're hell bent." Sawyer stops by a giant fountain in the middle of a few food vendors and seems to realize that he has no idea where he is. For the eight hundredth time today he consults the map. "I thought you didn't want to get wet?"

On any other day that statement from Sawyer's lips would result in a double entendre. Today it just comes out incredulous and cranky.

Too much sugar, Jack thinks. But he won't bring it up again. He told Sawyer that two funnel cakes was two too many.

When Jack was little all he wanted to do was go to Disneyworld. Mark, his best friend, went every year on his birthday. He even invited Jack a time or two, but for whatever reason he was never allowed to tag along.

Coming to Tennessee for some mysterious business Sawyer needed to take care of, seemed like a great opportunity to put the urge behind him. They were here. There was an amusement park just down the strip. Why not?

That is what Jack had been thinking when he booked a nice big cabin and proposed they stay the entire weekend. Now Jack is not so sure. Sawyer's been in a weird mood since he returned from his errand. "We can leave if you want."

Sawyer sits down by the water's edge. His face half in shade, half in sun. His nose and cheeks are turning pink because he refused Jack's suntan lotion in the car before they started this adventure. "No. It's fine, Doc. I'm just givin' you a hard time."

"I'm havin' fun." he insists when Jack looks doubting, and it almost sounds true. Getting up, Sawyer brushes the dirt from his bluejeans.

Jack waits for another one of those kisses, Sawyer's no words apology. He gets it quick and makes himself not look to see if any of the good Christian people around them are watching. In truth the sheer number of people walking through the park wearing WWJD t-shirts make him nervous.

"I think the River Rampage ride is just over here." Sawyer points, pulling Jack forward.

- - -

The line is long because each "boat" only holds about eight people. Jack decides to risk ruining the peaceful silence that's developed between them with questions Sawyer doesn't want to answer.

"SO are you ever going to tell me why we are here?"

Sawyer looks startled at the sound of Jack's voice, let alone the subject it proposes. "Um - apparently you felt your life was lacking a few coal themed thrill rides."

Much to Jack's dismay the two girls in front of them in line, the two he'd hadn't even noticed before, snicker. He supposes eavesdropping is the price you have to pay for spending this much time in public.

"I mean in Tennessee Sawyer. Why are we in Tennessee?"

Jack never says "I" or "you" anymore. It's always "we". He supposes that is a good thing. Sawyer usually does the same. He could have easily made an excuse and told Jack to stay at home. Just like Jack could have easily said he couldn't get off work and told Sawyer to go without him.

Jack didn't ask why on the drive up here because he knew Sawyer would tell him on his own eventually.

This isn't really the place, but Jack thinks, they have nothing but time. Why not? It's the theme of the weekend.

The line shifts and Sawyer stops leaning against the rail and pushes past Jack. Jack follows patiently. Three feet later they haven't made much progress.

"My daddy was from here." Sawyer starts, just five simple words that form a sentence that shouldn't be that hard to say.

But Jack knows that Sawyer likes talking about his parents as much as he does.

"I've been avoidin' the area. Avoidin' some stuff he left in a safe deposit box. Thought it was about time to grow up."

Sometimes things just work out like that, no matter what kind of effortless team they've formed through better and worse. Sometimes they just aren't on the same page.

Sawyer came to Tennessee to act like an adult. And now is the time that Jack decides to act like a kid.

Ten seconds ago Jack was tired of waiting in line but now he sees the front and wishes they had another thirty minutes. Now he wishes he and Sawyer were alone.

"Don't." Sawyer says when Jack starts to pull him forward, trying to abandon their spot.

Jack doesn't listen, doing his best impromptu impression of Sawyer at his most stubborn. "Come on Ford. We've had enough fun for today. Let's go back to the cabin and get into some trouble."

He walks backward so he can catch Sawyer's reaction. Delighting when a slow smile replaces the frown on Sawyer's face and the man lets himself be led.

There's a sparkle in both their eyes by the time they reach the parking lot.

- - -

Jack just sits back and enjoys the view until he hears Sawyer shuffle across the deck. There is a towel wrapped around his waist and he looks perfectly at home in his surroundings.

Then Jack decides that the real beauty on this mountain tonight has less to do with lightening bugs and moonlight, and much more to do with his hot tub skinny dipping companion.

"Fuck it got cold when the stars came out." Sawyer says and for the first time today its a real statement, not just a complaint disguised as one.

Jack smiles. "It's nice in here." He scoots over and makes room, teeth showing when Sawyer still sits almost on top of him.

Sawyer rests his head against the arm Jack has stretched out along the side. The tips of his hair sink into the water. Jack watches and can't resist the water's pull, the nights quiet. He feels his muscle relax and all thought stop.

He's half asleep by the time Sawyer shifts closer.

"This turned out okay."

Jack feels the whisper more than he hears it, when Sawyer nips at a bit of neck exposed just above the bubbling water.

He isn't sure if Sawyer is talking about Tennessee or Dollywood, the reason for coming or the excuse to stay.

Jack's not sure it matters. Alls well that ends well, and as he kisses Sawyer it seems like the best way to end the trip.

fic: sawyer/jack

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