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Wild Horses by halfdutch (NC-17)
Fandom: LOST
Pairing: Jack/Sawyer
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
halfdutch
Author Website: N/A
Why this must be read:
Future!fic is a genre that has grown on me like moss on a stone wall. It's almost addicting to start hashing out the various ways and means the survivors could be rescued and returned to civilization. But sometimes, the best future!fics focus on the brief moments of adjustment and awkwardness that come from being apart from your environment for so long. Here, the scene is simple: Jack and Sawyer avoid reality by getting trashed together at a bar. Simple, but the atmosphere and the wonderful dialogue (not to mention the angsty, complex hotness that is Jack/Sawyer sex) make it so much more.
They both blinked as they walked out into the harsh, hazy L.A. sunshine, bounced back at them in angles by metal and glass and concrete.
“Can’t get used to the time change,” Sawyer said, shielding his eyes as he squinted up into the light.
Jack nodded, eyes suddenly down on the pavement. Neither said anything.
The entrance to the federal building was busy, a hive of people hurrying this way and that. A man in a suit ran into Jack, stopping only to fix him with glare, and then was off again without apologizing.
He recoiled, wanting to run, to fight, to get away from the rush of strangers, still punchy from jet lag. He turned back around, not sure if Sawyer would still be standing there or if he’d been swept away with the crowd.
All he saw was a sea of suits and he felt himself slumping. It wasn’t like they’d made any promises. Or any plans. He didn’t even know where he could find Sawyer again.
Then he felt an arm at his elbow. He looked up, blue eyes smiling into his. “C’mon, doc,” Sawyer said with a tilt of his head. “There’s gotta be a bar near here.”
Wild Horses
Pairing: Jack/Sawyer
Author on LJ:
halfdutchAuthor Website: N/A
Why this must be read:
Future!fic is a genre that has grown on me like moss on a stone wall. It's almost addicting to start hashing out the various ways and means the survivors could be rescued and returned to civilization. But sometimes, the best future!fics focus on the brief moments of adjustment and awkwardness that come from being apart from your environment for so long. Here, the scene is simple: Jack and Sawyer avoid reality by getting trashed together at a bar. Simple, but the atmosphere and the wonderful dialogue (not to mention the angsty, complex hotness that is Jack/Sawyer sex) make it so much more.
They both blinked as they walked out into the harsh, hazy L.A. sunshine, bounced back at them in angles by metal and glass and concrete.
“Can’t get used to the time change,” Sawyer said, shielding his eyes as he squinted up into the light.
Jack nodded, eyes suddenly down on the pavement. Neither said anything.
The entrance to the federal building was busy, a hive of people hurrying this way and that. A man in a suit ran into Jack, stopping only to fix him with glare, and then was off again without apologizing.
He recoiled, wanting to run, to fight, to get away from the rush of strangers, still punchy from jet lag. He turned back around, not sure if Sawyer would still be standing there or if he’d been swept away with the crowd.
All he saw was a sea of suits and he felt himself slumping. It wasn’t like they’d made any promises. Or any plans. He didn’t even know where he could find Sawyer again.
Then he felt an arm at his elbow. He looked up, blue eyes smiling into his. “C’mon, doc,” Sawyer said with a tilt of his head. “There’s gotta be a bar near here.”
Wild Horses