Lost fic: Maelstrom
Jun. 19th, 2009 05:30 pmTitle: Maelstrom
Fandom: Lost
Characters: Sawyer/Juliet
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 540
Spoilers: Through the S5 finale "The Incident"
Disclaimer: Only mine in my dreams
WARNING: This is a dark, awful fic. It shouldn't be allowed to exist, but I was advised to "get it out of my head" so I did. Read at your own risk, and don't blame me. Feel free to lynch my muse, though.
Written for
thequillstation's Great Minds Think Alike? challenge, inspired by Bob Dylan's song, "Shelter From the Storm."
I woke up, hurt and lost in the dark. It all came back too fast, Jack and the bomb and that crazy nightmare magnetic storm. Losin’ her. Then there’d been a flash and now I was awake and broken, all alone.
Where was I? Obviously not on the plane, or landin’ safe at LAX. Not dead, no, I just wished I was dead, and God don’t care about my wishes. Was I still on the island? Maybe in a cave somewhere, or maybe underground? I thought about her again and knew she wasn’t here. Nobody was here. Where did they all go?
After a while I figured out that I was in an empty place, no light or sound, no walls or doors, nothin’ but myself and all the time in the world to think. My body was black and blue, cut and bleeding and I thought about Jack, who I beat half to death – and then I turned around and rushed in to save that son of a bitch, and it got her killed. I don’t remember much after that but I remember him draggin’ me away, there in the storm before the blinding light. Why did he have to save me? Why didn’t he just let me go?
I sat there in the dark and I knew I’d been here before. Once upon a time I’d loved somebody who was bright and beautiful, who nursed me when I was hurt, and when everything went wrong and my father stormed into our house she told me she’d keep me safe, told me it’d be okay. She lied. She lied and she left me there in the dark under the bed, and nothin’ was okay again for a long, long time.
Yeah, everything comes back around. I loved Juliet more than I’ve ever loved anybody, more than she ever knew. I needed her, she was my light, my comfort from the storm, but she left me just like my mama did. All of her light and her love, gone. I didn’t hate her for it, though, how could I blame her? It wasn’t her fault. I sat in the dark and it was all I could think about, how it wasn’t either of their faults. And just like before, when I was hidin’ under that bed and hurtin’ inside like a motherfucker and she wasn’t there anymore to take away the pain, I found something else to make it go away. I found rage, rage blacker than the dark, and that’s what kept me alive.
It’s what will keep me alive now, too. Somehow I’ll get out of this place. I know I will, because there’s nothin’ here, no food or water and without them I’ll die, and God won’t let me die. He’s not that merciful. So I know I’ll find my way out, and then I’ll do what I have to do. I’ll find him. Wherever I am, and wherever he is, I’ll find him. I’ll cross oceans or deserts. I’ll cross the whole world. I’ll even cross time if I have to, and I’ll hunt him down and I'll kill him. I’ll make Jack pay for what he did. It’s the only comfort I’ll ever have again.
Fandom: Lost
Characters: Sawyer/Juliet
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 540
Spoilers: Through the S5 finale "The Incident"
Disclaimer: Only mine in my dreams
WARNING: This is a dark, awful fic. It shouldn't be allowed to exist, but I was advised to "get it out of my head" so I did. Read at your own risk, and don't blame me. Feel free to lynch my muse, though.
Written for
I woke up, hurt and lost in the dark. It all came back too fast, Jack and the bomb and that crazy nightmare magnetic storm. Losin’ her. Then there’d been a flash and now I was awake and broken, all alone.
Where was I? Obviously not on the plane, or landin’ safe at LAX. Not dead, no, I just wished I was dead, and God don’t care about my wishes. Was I still on the island? Maybe in a cave somewhere, or maybe underground? I thought about her again and knew she wasn’t here. Nobody was here. Where did they all go?
After a while I figured out that I was in an empty place, no light or sound, no walls or doors, nothin’ but myself and all the time in the world to think. My body was black and blue, cut and bleeding and I thought about Jack, who I beat half to death – and then I turned around and rushed in to save that son of a bitch, and it got her killed. I don’t remember much after that but I remember him draggin’ me away, there in the storm before the blinding light. Why did he have to save me? Why didn’t he just let me go?
I sat there in the dark and I knew I’d been here before. Once upon a time I’d loved somebody who was bright and beautiful, who nursed me when I was hurt, and when everything went wrong and my father stormed into our house she told me she’d keep me safe, told me it’d be okay. She lied. She lied and she left me there in the dark under the bed, and nothin’ was okay again for a long, long time.
Yeah, everything comes back around. I loved Juliet more than I’ve ever loved anybody, more than she ever knew. I needed her, she was my light, my comfort from the storm, but she left me just like my mama did. All of her light and her love, gone. I didn’t hate her for it, though, how could I blame her? It wasn’t her fault. I sat in the dark and it was all I could think about, how it wasn’t either of their faults. And just like before, when I was hidin’ under that bed and hurtin’ inside like a motherfucker and she wasn’t there anymore to take away the pain, I found something else to make it go away. I found rage, rage blacker than the dark, and that’s what kept me alive.
It’s what will keep me alive now, too. Somehow I’ll get out of this place. I know I will, because there’s nothin’ here, no food or water and without them I’ll die, and God won’t let me die. He’s not that merciful. So I know I’ll find my way out, and then I’ll do what I have to do. I’ll find him. Wherever I am, and wherever he is, I’ll find him. I’ll cross oceans or deserts. I’ll cross the whole world. I’ll even cross time if I have to, and I’ll hunt him down and I'll kill him. I’ll make Jack pay for what he did. It’s the only comfort I’ll ever have again.
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Date: 2009-06-19 11:10 pm (UTC)GAH!
*weeps*
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Date: 2009-06-20 04:04 am (UTC)THIS from a Jack/Sawyer lover, too. *gulp* I'm sorry!
*clings*
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Date: 2009-06-20 12:59 am (UTC)although the ending...>:( no killing Jack! Do you think he really blames him? *cries* did I ever tell you my realization that since Juliet wanted to undo it all and so did Jack and Sawyer loved Juliet, ergo...Sawyer loves Jack? if not, this is probably not an appropriate place.
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Date: 2009-06-20 04:10 am (UTC)Do you think he really blames him?
Yes, tragically, I *do* think Sawyer blames Jack. He blamed him already, even before Juliet died, so how much MORE is he gonna blame him now? But they can get through it, I know they can, and hopefully emerge stronger people. And maybe even stronger friends.
Maybe this'll be the prologue to a longer fic, what do you think?
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Date: 2009-06-20 03:48 pm (UTC)I was thinking about Jack, too. About how, in the finale, they showed him in the operating room and then afterward, instead of being grateful to Christian for teaching him the "count to 5" trick, for giving him a valuable coping mechanism, he whined at him for putting him "in a time out." Wanting to erase the island is just another example of that -- of wanting to reject everything that the island and the people on it have taught him about himself. He wants to go back to being the man he was the day he got on the plane, and that man was, imho, just as emotionally stunted as Sawyer.
I can see a fic -- maybe even a whole book -- where Sawyer sets out on his vendetta and Jack is running from him and they're learning (or re-learning) things about themselves along the way. I'm even thinking it could be my NaNo project. Thoughts?
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Date: 2009-06-20 11:02 pm (UTC)I tend to think that Jack was fine when the plane crashed and has become less good since then. but I think I'm wrong --they just took more time to show us how troubled he was.
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Date: 2009-06-20 11:09 pm (UTC)And yeah, Jack was troubled when he got on the plane. He just covered it up a lot longer and better than Sawyer did. This time around I'm gonna focus on Jack's dark side as much as Sawyer's. Should be interesting (for me, anyhow).
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Date: 2009-06-20 03:12 pm (UTC)And I mean that in a 'this is well written but just sad' kind of way. Poor Sawyer.
*off to pet my puppies or something cheery now*
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Date: 2009-06-20 03:49 pm (UTC)*sends hugs and cookies*
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Date: 2009-06-20 09:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-20 10:41 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-21 12:43 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-22 05:09 pm (UTC)It could be canon, but it's too good (wink!)
I do fear that Sawyer is going back to a darker place, only much darker, now, because he had grown, and had known love and had learned to give love in return before it was snatched away...again.
Your idea for a series is so good...I'm glad that it won't let you go.
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Date: 2009-06-23 02:32 am (UTC)I agree that there's the potential for Sawyer to go to a really, really dark place after finding love again and starting to believe and to heal, and then having it violently ripped away, again. It's almost too sad to think about; that's why this fic was so hard to write.
Thank you for saying that about the series. I have a really good feel now for where it could go, and I can tell it's one of those ideas that won't let go of me until I write it, so once again, thank you for the encouragement. ♥
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Date: 2009-06-22 09:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-06-23 02:41 am (UTC)I'm SO glad you liked it in spite of what it was. Thank you so much! ♥
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Date: 2009-09-21 11:58 pm (UTC)no subject
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