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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
I'm dedicating this to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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: 2005-11-05 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!