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alliecat8Title: Cold
Sequel to Time Out
Characters: Sawyer
Rating: G
Word Count: 365
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fanfic100’s prompt #67, Snow
Spoilers: Through “…and Found,” + a bit of future spec, no big spoilers
Disclaimer: Only mine in my dreams
A/N: This is pt. 2 of 4. Here is pt. 1
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foxxcub, because I read her Untitled snow fic before I sat down to finish pt. 1, and Sawyer-in-my-head was so impressed that he only wanted to talk about snow, so the muse made me write snow fic, too.
Where he’s from, it never snows. Almost never. It snows in the Smokies, and growing up in his granny’s house in Knoxville, James could see the frosted mountain peaks in the distance. But in the foothills all they ever get is rain. Winter is always cold and gray and bleak.
Every once in a while, though, he’d wake up in the middle of the night and the world would be enveloped in soft silence, blanketed in blue-white light. Sometimes he’d sneak outside in his pajamas, just so he could catch snowflakes on his tongue, so he could run through his granny’s cow pasture and leave his footprints on the smooth white surface. He’d crawl back in bed, shivering, feet numb from the cold, and fall asleep smiling, dreaming of sledding and snowball fights and hot cocoa. It felt like a gift, like someone up there was thinking of him and wanted to surprise him with a little bit of happiness.
Because not all dreams are about blood and pain and loss. Some are about finding pleasure where you least expect it, about bleakness giving way to joy.
Have you ever fallen in love, in a dream? You find someone and you know them instantly, and they know you. You feel all the jagged pieces of you slide into place. All of your empty spaces are filled, all of your broken parts mended. You’re whole, for the first time in your life.
And then you wake up, and you’re alone, and it feels as if someone has given you a gift, and then taken it away.
When Sawyer’s fever finally breaks, a chill like a winter’s breeze seeps under his skin, into his heart. The clear, bright lines of his dream blur as if they are fading behind a curtain of snow. It never snowed on the Island. The Island was all about heat. The heat of flames on the beach, the heat of the sun, the heat of Kate’s hand on his arm, the heat in Jack’s eyes. But now he’s so cold. The dream is fading, lost in the snow, and Sawyer is waking up. He doesn’t want to open his eyes.
TBC
Link to Pt. 3, "Game Plan"
Sequel to Time Out
Characters: Sawyer
Rating: G
Word Count: 365
Written for
fanfic100’s prompt #67, SnowSpoilers: Through “…and Found,” + a bit of future spec, no big spoilers
Disclaimer: Only mine in my dreams
A/N: This is pt. 2 of 4. Here is pt. 1
I'm dedicating this to
foxxcub, because I read her Untitled snow fic before I sat down to finish pt. 1, and Sawyer-in-my-head was so impressed that he only wanted to talk about snow, so the muse made me write snow fic, too.Where he’s from, it never snows. Almost never. It snows in the Smokies, and growing up in his granny’s house in Knoxville, James could see the frosted mountain peaks in the distance. But in the foothills all they ever get is rain. Winter is always cold and gray and bleak.
Every once in a while, though, he’d wake up in the middle of the night and the world would be enveloped in soft silence, blanketed in blue-white light. Sometimes he’d sneak outside in his pajamas, just so he could catch snowflakes on his tongue, so he could run through his granny’s cow pasture and leave his footprints on the smooth white surface. He’d crawl back in bed, shivering, feet numb from the cold, and fall asleep smiling, dreaming of sledding and snowball fights and hot cocoa. It felt like a gift, like someone up there was thinking of him and wanted to surprise him with a little bit of happiness.
Because not all dreams are about blood and pain and loss. Some are about finding pleasure where you least expect it, about bleakness giving way to joy.
Have you ever fallen in love, in a dream? You find someone and you know them instantly, and they know you. You feel all the jagged pieces of you slide into place. All of your empty spaces are filled, all of your broken parts mended. You’re whole, for the first time in your life.
And then you wake up, and you’re alone, and it feels as if someone has given you a gift, and then taken it away.
When Sawyer’s fever finally breaks, a chill like a winter’s breeze seeps under his skin, into his heart. The clear, bright lines of his dream blur as if they are fading behind a curtain of snow. It never snowed on the Island. The Island was all about heat. The heat of flames on the beach, the heat of the sun, the heat of Kate’s hand on his arm, the heat in Jack’s eyes. But now he’s so cold. The dream is fading, lost in the snow, and Sawyer is waking up. He doesn’t want to open his eyes.
TBC
Link to Pt. 3, "Game Plan"
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Date: 2005-11-02 02:48 am (UTC)I love, love, love the part about falling in love in a dream. It's so beautifully written and heartwrenchingly true.
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Date: 2005-11-02 03:34 am (UTC)Trust me, Sawyer would romanticize snow. A "real" snow only happens once every three or four years in Knoxville, and when it does, everybody goes bananas. It's a Southern thing. :)
Thank you for loving the dream part. It's SO true, for me, and I wondered if that ever happened to anyone else. Sometimes you never want to wake up....
*is in a really schmoopy mood*
Thanks for reading! :)
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Date: 2005-11-02 03:40 am (UTC)Now that I live in New England... I still like the snow. But not when it lingers. Fluffy white stuff: pretty.
Icy grey stuff: yucky.
But give me summer any day. Course, we wouldn't appreciate it without the sleety Novembers and Februaries.
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Date: 2005-11-02 03:35 am (UTC)I'm with Sawyer: Don't open your eyes!
You so capture that fleeting dream feeling.
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Date: 2005-11-02 05:35 pm (UTC)Thanks, once again, for reading! :D
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Date: 2005-11-02 10:14 am (UTC)But I loved the story! The beautiful imagery, the snow/heat thing, and
Have you ever fallen in love, in a dream? You find someone and you know them instantly, and they know you. You feel all the jagged pieces of you slide into place. All of your empty spaces are filled, all of your broken parts mended. You’re whole, for the first time in your life.
Aww, Sawyer... Can't wait for Part 4.
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Date: 2005-11-02 04:43 pm (UTC)I'm so glad you loved it. I WILL finish pt. 1 today, then it's on to pt. 4. Thanks for reading! :D
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Date: 2005-11-02 05:15 pm (UTC)(ok, talk to me again in February and maybe I'll be singing a different song)
I love this. I love that Sawyer waking up is like trying to hang on to a beautiful dream... I think everyone knows that feeling. That part about finding pleasure where you least expect it was so sweet. *pets Sawyer*
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Date: 2005-11-02 06:33 pm (UTC)I'm glad you love it. I think I've had my fill of sweetness for a while. Bring on the snark! ;D
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Date: 2005-11-02 08:56 pm (UTC)And that is sooo how I felt about snow as a kid. Us poor poor Southerners.
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Date: 2005-11-02 10:39 pm (UTC)Once again, thanks for reading, and thanks for always being so supportive! *big hugs*
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Date: 2005-11-02 09:54 pm (UTC):)
you have to open your eyes,Sawyer-snow is lovely,but Jack is worried and needs you to wake up;)
I barely remember snow:)
Where I live,it never snows-maybe on a very cold winter,in Jerusalem or if you go north,in mountains...So,yeah-I completely understand how beautiful and how happy snow flakes can make you...
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Date: 2005-11-02 10:42 pm (UTC)Awww...lol...so true. :D
I've O.D.ed on sweetness. Get ready for something completely different. ;)
And thanks once again for reading! :D
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Date: 2005-11-03 12:16 am (UTC)Thanks for the dedication! This was just lovely.
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Date: 2005-11-03 01:35 am (UTC)No, I can say with absolute certainty that Sawyer didn't see much snow growing up in Knoxville, because I was growing up there at the very same time. Poor baby. :(
Thanks for reading, and thanks for the inspiration! :D
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Date: 2005-11-03 09:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-11-04 03:33 am (UTC)Yes, that's what I was trying to get across. I'm so glad to know that somebody picked up on it. Poor Sawyer...sigh.
You're wonderful to read and review everything, even when I'm spamming LJ with fic, LOL! This is *not* my usual m.o., usually I go a week or more between fics, but I'm trying to get a head start on the 100 so I don't feel so overwhelmed. I ♥ you for reading! :)
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Date: 2005-11-05 08:05 pm (UTC)You're lucky (?) to have posted at just the right time, when I've got a bit of a break from other duties but not enough time to search through the mountains of fic I have saved to read later. So, you get me spamming your comments. *grin* As someone who has absolutely no writing talent whatsoever, but loves to read, I ♥ you for writing!
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Date: 2005-11-04 07:01 pm (UTC)*friends back*
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Date: 2005-11-09 06:26 am (UTC)If you don't get snow very often (and it doesn't last!) it is magical. It's so fun when it falls but no fun dealing with it for months on end. I've lived where there it snows all winter, and where it snows maybe twice and now where it never snows at all!
And the falling in love in a dream is something I've definitely experienced and your description really captures that. Especially given that Jack is just a dream to him now.
Loving these!
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Date: 2005-11-15 10:43 pm (UTC)See, I myself have never seen snow, so the idea is so beautiful and the metaphor is just...wonderful.
*sings* Walking in a winter wonderland....
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Date: 2005-11-18 04:14 am (UTC)