"Concrete Sky - 1/?"

[sweet_crazyass]

Title: “Concrete Sky - 1/?”

Fandom: Lost

Pairing: Jack/Sawyer

Warning: Adults only; language and sexual situations.

Notes: Future fic. Spoilers for S2 and mild spoiler speculation for S3.

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Jack was cold.

He wore only boxers as he lay in the dark of his silent house, splayed across the sofa with bourbon close at hand, and he shivered. His

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[isis2015]

Sawyer’s words, and especially his tone, slid around Jack’s heart and twisted painfully - this was Sawyer, it was Sawyer’s voice, but it carried the echo of the plaintive and decades-old cry of a little boy who was hurt and lost and confused and scared.

That really, really hurts me too. This was a really great idea, having Sawyer see his father the way Jack saw his. Because then Jack really is the only person who can related, who can help him through it. And I love that Sawyer came to Jack, finally, and Jack promised to watch over him.

He tilted his head to the side and shoved back his hair. There were marks, raw and vividly colored, on Sawyer’s neck.

*shivers* That is deeply unsettling.

Well done love. Amazing work, as always.

[sweet_crazyass]

*GLOMPS YOU LIKE A GLOMPING-TYPE THING*

Have I told you lately that I love you? Because I do.

I was REALLY nervous about writing and posting, so thank you so very, very, very much for the feedback.

*loves you harder*

[strutterms]

This just...gave me SUCH goosebumps. Lots of deep breaths and wide eyes and *wow*-ness. This is, seriously, a story I've wanted to write but couldn't...one parallel between these two I've never quite had the gumption to draw. And I love that he saw his father as dead...head blown open and everything, it just feels right that his vision of his dead father was so much more...*visceral* than Jack's.

Have I mentioned lately that I really, really, REALLY love you and stuff?

[sweet_crazyass]

*wibbles*

*glomps*

Thanks. :)

LOVE YOU MORE!

[keyweegirlie]

Hey Blondie~
Oh wow...the muse is BACK and he/she is angsty to boot!

'Besides, he knew that the cold was coming from within him. It was the frigid feel of uncertainty - adjusting the temperature would do nothing to ease the ache.'

That was so damn heart wrenching to read, but it also made me want to devour this fic.

Creepy Daddy Ford coming after Sawyer? Oh shit, I can totally see how Jack could relate to that, but the scratches? They are real right? Oh man, you have got to continue this one...I'll even cross my fingers for the whole muse thing.

*HUGE smoochies for the lovely angst*
~C~

[sweet_crazyass]

Thanks! And PLEASE keep your fingers crossed for the muse - she's been awfully temperamental lately.

*SMOOCHIES*

[sassafras224]

*swoons, then kisses your feet* This was beautiful and haunting and just freakin' amazing; as usual. Thank you for completely making my day! Seriously, my whole day sucked until I saw that you had posted a story; then I read it and now I'm all happy-glowy and filled with Jack & Sawyer goodness. I know the warm-cozy feelings might seem out of place since the overall tone of the story is angsty and scary, but I can't help it-- when angsty!Sawyer leads to caring!Jack, it's like I have a little orgasm in my heart. I loved all of it, but especially this part:

Something ached in Jack’s chest and he realized he was frightened. Not just because of Sawyer’s story, which was bad enough in and of itself, but because he had never seen Sawyer like this, cowed by the fear of ghosts, convinced his father had returned to murder him, had intended to kill him that night so many years ago and had clawed his way back from the grave to finally do so

[sweet_crazyass]

Wow!

*blushes*

Thanks so much!

[julyqueen]

I really, really love the way you write about dark subjects! Sawyer coming to see Jack at night is sweet, and at the same time, really chilling.

The bruises on Sawyer's neck were a nice, dark touch.

As always, this is wonderful start. The darkness pouring out from their time in captivity keeps me on edge. Love it! :)

[sweet_crazyass]

Thanks so much! I never plan on going dark - it usually just heads in that direction all by itself. I'm gonna have to crack the whip to get it finished, though.

*cracks whip at muse*