Impatience
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arabella_hope. I hope it makes up for my complete failure to not stress today. Also, the new meds I'm on are making me blind as a bat, so blame the 10,000 or so typos on that.
Title: Impatience
Characters: Jack/Kate/Sawyer (YES, I WROTE THE OT3!!!)
Word Count: 1,646
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: through Live Together, Die Alone
Summary: Yeah, it's captivity fic. But, I WROTE THE OT3!!! Someone alert the media. ;D
Disclaimer: Only mine in my dreams
Author's Notes: Okay, it's mostly Jack and Sawyer, but Jaters, guess what? I ♥ you, even if you don't know it. ♥ ♥ ♥
Impatience
Kate had seen it coming for days. Building like monsoon clouds on the horizon, a threatening low rumbling, faint flashes of heat, distant and vague at first but coming ever closer, ever more volatile.
She thought it must have been all the touching that did it, though the affection probably contributed, too. As Sawyer’s injuries healed, she watched him grow quieter and quieter, scowling more and smiling less, with each visitor to the medical hatch. Mrs. Klugh came often to rub ointment on his wounds and offer herbal tea. An older woman helped him to the shower, and took him for increasingly longer strolls outside. Several of the Others came to visit, and Alex stayed to give him a haircut. Kate rubbed his legs and shoulders when his muscles cramped from too much time in bed. And everyone praised him. Everyone thanked him for thwarting Danielle’s plan to dynamite their hatch in an attempt to “rescue” Alex. For risking his life to save them all, even though in his eyes, they were the enemy. In theirs, he was a hero.
So Kate was only surprised at the timing, not at the act itself, when Sawyer’s fist shot out and crashed into Jack’s jaw, knocking his head back so hard that it connected with the metal slats of the upper bunk. Jack reeled back and Sawyer’s foot shot out, catching Jack hard in the thigh and sending him sprawling onto the floor. Then without a word he swung himself out of bed and, pausing only to grab his jeans from the floor, he stormed out of the small room they called the infirmary.
“Are you all right?” she asked, stupidly, because Jack was clearly not all right, his head was bleeding and the imprint of Sawyer’s fist was beginning to blossom beneath his chin.
“Son of a bitch,” Jack answered, rubbing his jaw and glaring. “What the fuck did he do that for?”
A legitimate question, Kate thought, considering the fact that all Jack had been doing was changing Sawyer’s bandages as he’d done many times during the last few days. And also considering that it was the middle of the night and they’d both been sleeping peacefully, Jack in the top bunk and Sawyer in the bottom, until just a couple of minutes ago. It was Kate’s shift, Kate’s turn to watch over Sawyer in the hatch that was otherwise deserted by night. She’d mistimed things and had been in the shower when his pain medication began to wear off, and as always, if Sawyer tossed and turned for more than a few seconds, Jack woke up. And as always, when Jack woke up, he tended to Sawyer.
Kate found a cloth on the dresser and began to dab at Jack’s cut. “Did you say something to him?”
“Yeah, Kate, I did.” Jack was still seething, so furious that his voice cracked. “I said I was sorry I woke him, and it’d only take a second. As much as he’s been sleeping lately, you wouldn’t think that would piss him off, would you?”
Kate sighed. She did, in fact, understand why it pissed him off. Of all the people who had tended to Sawyer over the last few days, Jack had been the least welcome, though he was too wrapped up in his doctoring to notice it. “I’ll go find him,” she said.
“I’ll do it.” Jack struggled stiffly to his feet. “He’s too weak to go far. He’s probably flat on his ass somewhere, and it’ll be easier for me to drag him back to bed than for you.”
Kate knew better than to argue, but she wasn’t optimistic about Jack’s chances of getting Sawyer back without a fight. The man was weak, yes, with broken ribs and superficial burns on his hands and chest, but his arms and legs worked fine and he’d clearly had enough of staying in one place. But, as humane as the Others had been to their captives so far, their compassion didn’t extend to allowing them any freedom. The doors to the hatch were locked, the Others had retired to wherever they spent their nights, and there was nowhere for Sawyer to go beyond the myriad of hallways in the hatch. She might as well let Jack drag him back here to where he was, at least, comfortable and warm and not alone.
Curses of both the Southern and Ivy League variety told her that Jack had cornered his prey and was herding him back to captivity. This room was identical to another room in another hatch – another cage, to Sawyer’s way of looking at it. Sawyer loved the beach, the open air, the wide open spaces. His two months on the island had given him an intense dislike of a roof over his head. Jack’s insistence in keeping him in the bunk bed – so his ribs would heal more quickly – only added to his claustrophobia. The gentle way that Jack lowered him onto the bed elicited the most colorful streak of redneck blasphemy that Kate had ever heard, and if she hadn’t thought he’d turn his wrath on her, she’d have giggled uncontrollably.
“Lie still, godammit,” Jack ordered, frustration making his voice break.
“I’ll show you how to lie still, asshole.” Sawyer’s fist shot out again, but Jack was ready for him this time. He grabbed both of his wrists and pinned him to the bed. “Kate, get the syringe.”
Kate glanced at the tray that held the medical supplies, then at Jack, raising her eyebrows. They’d kept Sawyer sedated for the first three days, but after that the sedative had run out and the Others had not replenished their supply. There was nothing in the syringe now but sterile water, but she handed it to Jack, anyway.
“Son of a bitch,” Sawyer growled as Jack jerked down the back of his boxers and jammed the needle into his hip. He continued to struggle for a moment, but then his movements became weaker, and finally ceased altogether. The moment his eyes closed, Jack glanced over at Kate and winked. “He’s exhausted,” he said, handing the needle back to Kate. “Healing takes a lot of energy. So does struggling. He needed an excuse to let go, and if a placebo can do the trick….”
For the third time, Sawyer’s fist flew out and this time it caught Jack square in the chest. “I knew he was playing possum,” Kate muttered, and jumped into the fray as the two men grappled on the bed. “You have to fucking relax—“ Jack shouted, and, “You have to get the fuck off –“ Sawyer shouted back, and, “You have to shut the fuck up, both of you –“ Kate’s shout was loudest of all. Maybe it was the bump on the head, maybe it was the strain of hauling Sawyer around, maybe it was the sleepless nights, and probably it was a combination of all three, but Kate didn’t have much trouble dragging Jack off of Sawyer and into a sitting position on the bed. “There’re other ways to make him relax, you know.”
Sawyer grunted. “She’s got the right idea, jackass. Move over, you know she’s just achin’ to get her hands on me.”
Jack shifted on the bed and scowled. “You taking up a new career, Kate? You’ve turned into quite the dedicated masseuse these days.”
Kate rolled her eyes. “Not me. You. And that wasn’t exactly the kind of massage I had in mind.” She reached for Jack’s hand and he snatched it away quickly, and Kate laughed at the identical expressions of panic on both men’s faces. “Oh, come on.” Kate aimed a slanted look at first one, then the other. “It’s been fun, but this game is getting old. I know what you want, and so do you. Both of you.”
“What’re you talking about –“
“What the fuck?”
They said it in unison, but they weren’t looking at Kate. They were staring at each other.
“I’ve known it since I kissed you, Jack.” Kate patted him on the knee companionably.
“You did what, now?” Sawyer’s voice registered an octave higher in surprise and indignation.
“And you,” she said, tossing her hair over her shoulder and eyeing Sawyer full-on. “Everybody on this island could see what was in your head during that poker game. Don’t even try to bluff your way out of this one.”
They stared at Kate for so long she thought their eyes might freeze that way. “Oh, for Pete’s sake,” she said, and grabbed Jack’s hand and dropped it decisively on Sawyer’s crotch. The reaction was immediate, both in the rise of flesh beneath the fabric and in the instinctive tightening of Jack’s fingers.
Kate’s lips tightened in a rueful half-grimace. “That’s what I thought.” She laid her hand over Jack’s and patted it amiably. “He probably won’t hit you again for another ten, maybe even twenty minutes.”
“Might even decide to go to sleep,” Sawyer added agreeably. “Afterward.” He arched his hips high against Jack’s hand. “Now move, Doc.”
Jack sighed, even as his hand obeyed. “You’re the most goddamned impatient patient I’ve ever had,” he grumbled.
No one asked her to leave, so Kate stayed where she was, her eyes riveted to the scene before her. Yeah, Sawyer was one hell of an unruly patient. But Kate had always heard that the very worst patients were doctors. As she watched, transfixed, she turned that theory over in her mind. Once Jack had finally gotten Sawyer to sleep, he was going to be the impatient one. She glanced up at the bunk bed above her head, and decided that there was one last theory still to be explored. Maybe in conceding the game, she hadn’t lost after all. Maybe, this time, they’d all won.
End
lostsquee Princess arabella_hope. I hope it makes up for my complete failure to not stress today. Also, the new meds I'm on are making me blind as a bat, so blame the 10,000 or so typos on that.Title: Impatience
Characters: Jack/Kate/Sawyer (YES, I WROTE THE OT3!!!)
Word Count: 1,646
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: through Live Together, Die Alone
Summary: Yeah, it's captivity fic. But, I WROTE THE OT3!!! Someone alert the media. ;D
Disclaimer: Only mine in my dreams
Author's Notes: Okay, it's mostly Jack and Sawyer, but Jaters, guess what? I ♥ you, even if you don't know it. ♥ ♥ ♥
Impatience
Kate had seen it coming for days. Building like monsoon clouds on the horizon, a threatening low rumbling, faint flashes of heat, distant and vague at first but coming ever closer, ever more volatile.
She thought it must have been all the touching that did it, though the affection probably contributed, too. As Sawyer’s injuries healed, she watched him grow quieter and quieter, scowling more and smiling less, with each visitor to the medical hatch. Mrs. Klugh came often to rub ointment on his wounds and offer herbal tea. An older woman helped him to the shower, and took him for increasingly longer strolls outside. Several of the Others came to visit, and Alex stayed to give him a haircut. Kate rubbed his legs and shoulders when his muscles cramped from too much time in bed. And everyone praised him. Everyone thanked him for thwarting Danielle’s plan to dynamite their hatch in an attempt to “rescue” Alex. For risking his life to save them all, even though in his eyes, they were the enemy. In theirs, he was a hero.
So Kate was only surprised at the timing, not at the act itself, when Sawyer’s fist shot out and crashed into Jack’s jaw, knocking his head back so hard that it connected with the metal slats of the upper bunk. Jack reeled back and Sawyer’s foot shot out, catching Jack hard in the thigh and sending him sprawling onto the floor. Then without a word he swung himself out of bed and, pausing only to grab his jeans from the floor, he stormed out of the small room they called the infirmary.
“Are you all right?” she asked, stupidly, because Jack was clearly not all right, his head was bleeding and the imprint of Sawyer’s fist was beginning to blossom beneath his chin.
“Son of a bitch,” Jack answered, rubbing his jaw and glaring. “What the fuck did he do that for?”
A legitimate question, Kate thought, considering the fact that all Jack had been doing was changing Sawyer’s bandages as he’d done many times during the last few days. And also considering that it was the middle of the night and they’d both been sleeping peacefully, Jack in the top bunk and Sawyer in the bottom, until just a couple of minutes ago. It was Kate’s shift, Kate’s turn to watch over Sawyer in the hatch that was otherwise deserted by night. She’d mistimed things and had been in the shower when his pain medication began to wear off, and as always, if Sawyer tossed and turned for more than a few seconds, Jack woke up. And as always, when Jack woke up, he tended to Sawyer.
Kate found a cloth on the dresser and began to dab at Jack’s cut. “Did you say something to him?”
“Yeah, Kate, I did.” Jack was still seething, so furious that his voice cracked. “I said I was sorry I woke him, and it’d only take a second. As much as he’s been sleeping lately, you wouldn’t think that would piss him off, would you?”
Kate sighed. She did, in fact, understand why it pissed him off. Of all the people who had tended to Sawyer over the last few days, Jack had been the least welcome, though he was too wrapped up in his doctoring to notice it. “I’ll go find him,” she said.
“I’ll do it.” Jack struggled stiffly to his feet. “He’s too weak to go far. He’s probably flat on his ass somewhere, and it’ll be easier for me to drag him back to bed than for you.”
Kate knew better than to argue, but she wasn’t optimistic about Jack’s chances of getting Sawyer back without a fight. The man was weak, yes, with broken ribs and superficial burns on his hands and chest, but his arms and legs worked fine and he’d clearly had enough of staying in one place. But, as humane as the Others had been to their captives so far, their compassion didn’t extend to allowing them any freedom. The doors to the hatch were locked, the Others had retired to wherever they spent their nights, and there was nowhere for Sawyer to go beyond the myriad of hallways in the hatch. She might as well let Jack drag him back here to where he was, at least, comfortable and warm and not alone.
Curses of both the Southern and Ivy League variety told her that Jack had cornered his prey and was herding him back to captivity. This room was identical to another room in another hatch – another cage, to Sawyer’s way of looking at it. Sawyer loved the beach, the open air, the wide open spaces. His two months on the island had given him an intense dislike of a roof over his head. Jack’s insistence in keeping him in the bunk bed – so his ribs would heal more quickly – only added to his claustrophobia. The gentle way that Jack lowered him onto the bed elicited the most colorful streak of redneck blasphemy that Kate had ever heard, and if she hadn’t thought he’d turn his wrath on her, she’d have giggled uncontrollably.
“Lie still, godammit,” Jack ordered, frustration making his voice break.
“I’ll show you how to lie still, asshole.” Sawyer’s fist shot out again, but Jack was ready for him this time. He grabbed both of his wrists and pinned him to the bed. “Kate, get the syringe.”
Kate glanced at the tray that held the medical supplies, then at Jack, raising her eyebrows. They’d kept Sawyer sedated for the first three days, but after that the sedative had run out and the Others had not replenished their supply. There was nothing in the syringe now but sterile water, but she handed it to Jack, anyway.
“Son of a bitch,” Sawyer growled as Jack jerked down the back of his boxers and jammed the needle into his hip. He continued to struggle for a moment, but then his movements became weaker, and finally ceased altogether. The moment his eyes closed, Jack glanced over at Kate and winked. “He’s exhausted,” he said, handing the needle back to Kate. “Healing takes a lot of energy. So does struggling. He needed an excuse to let go, and if a placebo can do the trick….”
For the third time, Sawyer’s fist flew out and this time it caught Jack square in the chest. “I knew he was playing possum,” Kate muttered, and jumped into the fray as the two men grappled on the bed. “You have to fucking relax—“ Jack shouted, and, “You have to get the fuck off –“ Sawyer shouted back, and, “You have to shut the fuck up, both of you –“ Kate’s shout was loudest of all. Maybe it was the bump on the head, maybe it was the strain of hauling Sawyer around, maybe it was the sleepless nights, and probably it was a combination of all three, but Kate didn’t have much trouble dragging Jack off of Sawyer and into a sitting position on the bed. “There’re other ways to make him relax, you know.”
Sawyer grunted. “She’s got the right idea, jackass. Move over, you know she’s just achin’ to get her hands on me.”
Jack shifted on the bed and scowled. “You taking up a new career, Kate? You’ve turned into quite the dedicated masseuse these days.”
Kate rolled her eyes. “Not me. You. And that wasn’t exactly the kind of massage I had in mind.” She reached for Jack’s hand and he snatched it away quickly, and Kate laughed at the identical expressions of panic on both men’s faces. “Oh, come on.” Kate aimed a slanted look at first one, then the other. “It’s been fun, but this game is getting old. I know what you want, and so do you. Both of you.”
“What’re you talking about –“
“What the fuck?”
They said it in unison, but they weren’t looking at Kate. They were staring at each other.
“I’ve known it since I kissed you, Jack.” Kate patted him on the knee companionably.
“You did what, now?” Sawyer’s voice registered an octave higher in surprise and indignation.
“And you,” she said, tossing her hair over her shoulder and eyeing Sawyer full-on. “Everybody on this island could see what was in your head during that poker game. Don’t even try to bluff your way out of this one.”
They stared at Kate for so long she thought their eyes might freeze that way. “Oh, for Pete’s sake,” she said, and grabbed Jack’s hand and dropped it decisively on Sawyer’s crotch. The reaction was immediate, both in the rise of flesh beneath the fabric and in the instinctive tightening of Jack’s fingers.
Kate’s lips tightened in a rueful half-grimace. “That’s what I thought.” She laid her hand over Jack’s and patted it amiably. “He probably won’t hit you again for another ten, maybe even twenty minutes.”
“Might even decide to go to sleep,” Sawyer added agreeably. “Afterward.” He arched his hips high against Jack’s hand. “Now move, Doc.”
Jack sighed, even as his hand obeyed. “You’re the most goddamned impatient patient I’ve ever had,” he grumbled.
No one asked her to leave, so Kate stayed where she was, her eyes riveted to the scene before her. Yeah, Sawyer was one hell of an unruly patient. But Kate had always heard that the very worst patients were doctors. As she watched, transfixed, she turned that theory over in her mind. Once Jack had finally gotten Sawyer to sleep, he was going to be the impatient one. She glanced up at the bunk bed above her head, and decided that there was one last theory still to be explored. Maybe in conceding the game, she hadn’t lost after all. Maybe, this time, they’d all won.
End
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Date: 2006-07-26 03:06 am (UTC)And you know, I love how you wrote Kate here. Her "oh, for crying out loud!" take on things and stepping in to put Jack's hand on Sawyer's body was so fun, and easy for me to see her doing.
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Date: 2006-07-26 02:08 pm (UTC)Kate's pretty no-nonsense, usually. I don't mind writing her, when she's like that. And she actally got some Jack action, I guess...that's a first for me. Go figure.
*watches horizons expand*
Thank you! :D
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Date: 2006-07-26 03:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-26 02:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-26 03:57 am (UTC)And please, see, this is a threesome including Kate that I can actually get behind..she's there..but then again, she's not.
And I loved the line about the curses..southern and ivy league..just too good.
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Date: 2006-07-26 02:11 pm (UTC)Thank you so much for reading and liking! I will catch up on what I've missed today!
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Date: 2006-07-26 05:01 am (UTC)And this was such a fun read, tinged with the strain that their false 'comfort' while in captivity brings. I honestly enjoy Jack's exasperation with Sawyer, the fact that he can be all "fuck it" because it's just the three of them, their bickering, and the fact that Kate is the one who is able to handle them both and get them to quit lying to themselves. This was just excellent! Thank you for it, love.
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Date: 2006-07-26 02:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-27 04:24 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-26 05:33 am (UTC)And you know how you'll read just a phrase and completely wish you had been the one to think of it? This was that phrase for me:
Curses of both the Southern and Ivy League variety
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Date: 2006-07-26 02:21 pm (UTC)On man do I know that feeing! Like, if they'd just given me another day, I'd have come up with that! Harumph! Can you ever forgive me? :DDDDDDDD
I like take-charge Kate a lot, expeciall y when she's taking care of those two. She seems to have a knack. As long as she keeps them moving right along in that directions, I think I can appreciate her.
Thanks, as always, for reading and liking!
...my word for the day ...
Date: 2006-07-26 08:23 am (UTC)Thank you Kate! (well, thank you Allie really) ;-D
I really liked this little fic, it was goood (that's my word for the day LOL) I need to go read your 'Prophecy' fic now...I'll most likely leave you some comments on it in the morning....
g'night
~C~
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Date: 2006-07-26 02:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-07-26 10:26 am (UTC)And for some reason, this sentence completely cracked me up Mrs. Klugh came often to rub ointment on his wounds and offer herbal tea.
Mrs. Klugh and Sawyer?WTF?
You should definitely write the OT3 more often!
*giggles and hugs*
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Date: 2006-07-26 02:32 pm (UTC)You know I signed up to write J/KS 100 times at ff100, didn't you? I've cheated so far and mosly written J/S with a side of Kate, but if I don't have to get any more OT3-is h than this, than I think maybe I can do it. This was OT3 lite, and I can live with that. :D
Thanks for liking!
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Date: 2006-07-26 02:45 pm (UTC)So Kate did the selfless gesture of forcing them to acknowledge the UST, good for her! nice one darling, thank you.
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Date: 2006-07-26 03:51 pm (UTC)And yes, I decided that Kate needed to be rewarded for her selfishness. Out of the spotlight, of course. ;D
Tnank you so much for reading and liking! :)
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Date: 2006-07-27 12:41 am (UTC)Thought I would bust a gut laughing at that little scene, coming in the middle of another of Jack's sanctimonious "explanations" as it did. That's about the best self-contained image ever!
Lovely beginning, as others have said-and Sawyer as hero...always my favorite, because he is, you know, more than Jack.
*smooches*
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Date: 2006-07-27 02:59 pm (UTC)And yes, thank you for recognizing Sawyer-as-hero. Because while Jack runs around making half-assed plans, Sawyer just jumps in and, as my daddy always said, "gets it did." :D
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Date: 2006-07-27 02:47 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2006-07-28 07:12 pm (UTC)Trust Sawyer to get his one chance to play hero in front of his desired audience and at 'help' the enemy at the same time. Poor guy.
Kate is a smart, smart girl.
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Date: 2006-07-29 06:54 pm (UTC)Yeah, even when Sawyer gets to be the hero it never comes out exactly as he'd like it to. Though maybe Jack helped make it all a little bit better. ;)
And hopefully Sawyer slept soundly through what I suspect happened next. :D
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Date: 2006-07-30 01:05 am (UTC)Please, don't let me get writer's block now...
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Date: 2006-10-22 07:52 am (UTC)They don't really need to be rescued if this is their prison, y'know?
You're the best kind of deviant.