Resolution
Dec. 22nd, 2005 05:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alliecat8Title: Resolution
Sequel to Fixed
Characters: Jack/Sawyer
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Through What Kate Did
Disclaimer: Only mine in my dreams
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halfdutch for ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
lost_hohoho. She asked for "New Year's Eve - instead of celebrating with everyone else, Jack reflects on the past year on the island, either on the beach or by Boone and Shannon's graves." Well, I wrote that and then, all by itself, the fic decided that it wanted to be a sequel to Fixed. (That's the one where Kate puts a message in the bottle for Sawyer to find.) halfdutch, I hope that's okay! You know how much I ♥ you, and I wanted to give you a happy ending! :D
Many, many thanks toeponine119 for beta-ing and for lost_hohoho.
Resolution
“Count your blessings.”
Jack thought that if he heard those words one more time, he’d explode. Why they’d all suddenly turned into such a bunch of sentimental optimists, he couldn’t imagine, but he blamed Rose. The New Year’s party had been her idea, a reaction to the sad Christmas they’d just endured, a Christmas marked not by joy and peace but by grief and fear and thoughts of missing children. “Tonight,” Rose had said, “we’ll think about what we still have, not about what we’ve lost. We need to start the new year with hope in our hearts. Hope gives us strength to face what’s to come.”
Easy for her to say, Jack thought as he walked away from the desperate little party, the bonfire on the beach and the pitiful groups of people trying to smile and remind one another of miracles. The miracle of their survival. Claire’s miraculous return and Bernard’s reunion with Rose. The new bonds that had formed between the survivors, relationships that would never have been if not for this strange new life. Jack turned away from the sight of Sun and Jin holding hands, of Charlie and Claire playing with the baby, of Sawyer and Kate lost in conversation as they so often were these days, the air around them thick with the intimacy of shared secrets. Let them count their blessings, he thought. Let them forget, for one night, that they’re cursed. Jack, who couldn’t forget, would begin the new year as he’d ended the old one, remembering what they’d lost.
He stopped by Shannon’s grave because hers was the last, and if he’d been counting his blessings he would have been grateful that the second fifty days had been uneventful compared to the first. Instead, in darkness lit only by cold moonlight, he sank to his knees. He thought, as he often did, about Shannon’s funeral and how muted his grief had been by all the loss that had come before. Loss had been the theme for his year even before the island, losing Sarah had been the beginning and then his parents had turned away from him as well; they were lost to him already even before his father’s death. And then the plane had gone down and he’d lost his whole world, only to find it replaced by one in which loss was a way of life, seven weeks and seven deaths and, as they laid yet another of their own to rest, his weary mind had been too numb to focus on yet another loss. Instead, his thoughts strayed again and again to the night before and to what he’d thought he’d found.
He’d thought that Sawyer was all about loss. Sawyer, who begged Jack to let him die after he was stabbed, who insisted on sailing away on the raft, who slipped away into a fever-induced coma in the jungle. But Sawyer never stayed lost. Somehow he always came back. Jack had watched him that night, watched as he fought to live, and Jack knew then that Sawyer would always, always find his way back. Here, Jack thought, was something that he wouldn’t lose. Something that, maybe, he could hold onto.
Then Sawyer had asked for Kate, had said that he loved her. And later, when Kate pulled away from Jack’s embrace, her eyes were filled with regret. He’d gone back to the hatch later to find Sawyer on his feet, Kate’s arms around him, and Jack knew that the game was over. He knew that, once again, he’d lost.
He could hear laughter from the beach, a baby’s cry, and the occasional burst of song. Sounds of life, while Jack kept company with the dead. In the moonlight he could just make out the numbers on his watch, almost there now, almost to the time that they’d agreed to call midnight, though there was no way to really know.
He’d thought he was alone. He needed to be alone, so he tensed when a figure emerged from the shadows. It paused, first by Scott’s grave, then Boone’s, then came to kneel in front of him beside Shannon’s. “Sticks,” Sawyer said quietly, as he always did when he touched the crude cross rising from the sand. “You think about her a lot, Doc?”
Jack shrugged, looking at the ground, not wanting to make conversation. “I think about them all.”
Sawyer grunted. “Ain’t a night for lookin’ back. You need to be at the beach, not up here all by your lonesome.”
Go away, Sawyer, Jack thought. “It’s almost midnight. Won’t Kate be looking for you?”
Sawyer sighed, sounding mildly exasperated, for some reason. “Kate’s the one that made me come after you,” he said. “Said you shouldn’t be alone when the clock strikes.”
“So she sent you?”
Jack heard a soft snort, and looked up to see that Sawyer was giving him a strange little grin that looked both irritated and…affectionate? He said, “You know, I love that girl—“
“So you’ve said,” Jack interrupted, hating the morose way it came out.
“Love her,” Sawyer repeated, to Jack’s annoyance, “and I know she’s just tryin’ to help, wants to fix everything, but she sure don’t know how to mind her own business, does she?”
“What’s she done now?”
Sawyer hesitated, and the longer he did the stranger it seemed, because Sawyer wasn’t usually the hesitant type. Finally he took a deep breath and blurted out, “She made me make a New Year’s resolution.”
“Oh.” Jack couldn’t help but laugh. New Year’s resolutions were definitely not Sawyer’s style. “Want to tell me what it is?”
“No.” Sawyer rubbed his chin and let his hair fall into his eyes, the way he did when he had something to hide. “Gonna tell you a story instead.”
Great, Jack thought, and glanced at his watch again. No way Sawyer could make it back to the beach in time now. They’d be ringing in the new year together, telling stories, no less. Not what he’d had in mind, at all.
Sawyer glanced up at him through his shield of hair, and Jack could see the faint shine of his eyes in the moonlight. “You remember,” he began slowly, “back before the raft sailed? You remember that bottle?”
“The one with the messages?”
“Yeah, that one.” Sawyer wasn’t much of a storyteller; he kept clearing his throat and pausing like he was having trouble choosing his words. “The messages. You didn’t write one.”
“No.” Jack hadn’t written one because he couldn’t think of anyone to write one to.
“You wanna know how I know that?”
Jack let out a short laugh. “Let me guess. You read them.”
“’Course I did. Not much else to do out there on the water.” Dimples flashed, and Jack thought that Sawyer was never prouder of himself than when he was acting like a scoundrel. He went on, “Kate wrote one, though.”
“Yeah?” That surprised him, a little. Kate didn’t seem like a letter-writer, somehow. “I’d ask you who she wrote to, but it’s none of my business.” He wondered if Sawyer could make out his pointed glare in the dim light.
Sawyer wasn’t paying attention. He was scowling at some random point above Jack’s right shoulder, instead. “She wrote it to me.”
Oh, good. He wasn’t just starting the new year with a story, he was getting a romance story, at that. He kept quiet, hoping that if he didn’t encourage him, Sawyer would just shut up.
No such luck. “Since, like you said, it’s none of your business, I won’t tell you what she said. All I’ll say is, she was right. And she’s been all over my ass since the day I got back, tellin’ me to do something about it.”
Jack sighed, feeling weary. “I’m not following you, but look, Sawyer –“
“So she made me make a damn New Year’s resolution,” Sawyer all but bellowed. “What time is it, Doc?”
“Uh.” Jack started to look at his watch but then it became unnecessary as the chanting began to drift up from the beach.
“Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven….”
Sawyer got such a determined look on his face that Jack might have jumped up and run, if he’d had time.
“Six. Five. Four….” and then Sawyer moved, surging forward and planting his knees on either side of Jack’s thighs. “Three. Two….” and Sawyer’s hands went around Jack’s neck, pulling him in, and, “One.”
It took a couple of seconds to register the fact that Sawyer was kissing him, and a couple of seconds more for Jack to realize that he was kissing Sawyer back, and that it felt so good. So good to open his mouth beneath Sawyer’s, to taste the whiskey and cigarettes that Sawyer hadn’t had in months but were a part of his essence just the same, to hear Sawyer’s soft moan of satisfaction and need, to feel the heat that rose between them as their bodies pressed against one another. Jack wanted this, he’d wanted it for so long, but it didn’t seem possible that it was happening now. Not now, after Sawyer had chosen Kate. But Sawyer’s mouth was getting hungrier and his hands were starting to move over Jack’s body, and Jack suddenly understood that somehow, everything had changed. It dimly registered that they were kissing beside someone’s grave, and the thought disturbed him enough that he slid his hands between them and pushed Sawyer away.
Sawyer groaned. “Don’t make me stop, Doc.” He leaned in so that his forehead rested against Jack’s. “You don’t want me to stop.”
Dazed, Jack pushed himself backward, trying to put some distance between them. “Wait,” Jack said, unnerved to hear that he was panting a little. “Just wait, okay?” He stared at Sawyer, trying to process what had just happened. “Kate told you to do that?”
“Kate knew I wanted to.” Sawyer sat back on his heels and looked at Jack, and the expression on his face was the last thing that Jack had expected to see. Sawyer didn’t look amused like this was some kind of a joke, or worried that he’d done the wrong thing, or angry that Jack had pushed him away. Sawyer looked so open and hopeful that it took Jack’s breath away, but he also looked…smug. He looked knowing. “She said you wanted me to. Turns out she was right.”
“But you and Kate are—“
“Friends. That’s all.” Sawyer got to his feet, put out his hand to pull Jack up, too. “C’mon, Doc, it’s a new year. We wasted the old one. We need to make up for some lost time.”
Turning away from the graves, Jack thought about loss one last time. He thought about Sawyer, and how he kept almost losing him. Losing him to death, losing him to the ocean, losing him to Kate. But Sawyer never stayed lost. Somehow he always came back. As he followed Sawyer into the jungle, Jack made a resolution of his own. The new year wouldn’t be about loss. Sawyer was the one thing in his life that he wouldn’t lose. This time, finally, he’d found something that he could hold onto.
End
TBC
Sequel to Fixed
Characters: Jack/Sawyer
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Through What Kate Did
Disclaimer: Only mine in my dreams
A/N: Written for
halfdutch for lost_hohoho. She asked for "New Year's Eve - instead of celebrating with everyone else, Jack reflects on the past year on the island, either on the beach or by Boone and Shannon's graves." Well, I wrote that and then, all by itself, the fic decided that it wanted to be a sequel to Fixed. (That's the one where Kate puts a message in the bottle for Sawyer to find.) halfdutch, I hope that's okay! You know how much I ♥ you, and I wanted to give you a happy ending! :DMany, many thanks to
eponine119 for beta-ing and for lost_hohoho.Resolution
“Count your blessings.”
Jack thought that if he heard those words one more time, he’d explode. Why they’d all suddenly turned into such a bunch of sentimental optimists, he couldn’t imagine, but he blamed Rose. The New Year’s party had been her idea, a reaction to the sad Christmas they’d just endured, a Christmas marked not by joy and peace but by grief and fear and thoughts of missing children. “Tonight,” Rose had said, “we’ll think about what we still have, not about what we’ve lost. We need to start the new year with hope in our hearts. Hope gives us strength to face what’s to come.”
Easy for her to say, Jack thought as he walked away from the desperate little party, the bonfire on the beach and the pitiful groups of people trying to smile and remind one another of miracles. The miracle of their survival. Claire’s miraculous return and Bernard’s reunion with Rose. The new bonds that had formed between the survivors, relationships that would never have been if not for this strange new life. Jack turned away from the sight of Sun and Jin holding hands, of Charlie and Claire playing with the baby, of Sawyer and Kate lost in conversation as they so often were these days, the air around them thick with the intimacy of shared secrets. Let them count their blessings, he thought. Let them forget, for one night, that they’re cursed. Jack, who couldn’t forget, would begin the new year as he’d ended the old one, remembering what they’d lost.
He stopped by Shannon’s grave because hers was the last, and if he’d been counting his blessings he would have been grateful that the second fifty days had been uneventful compared to the first. Instead, in darkness lit only by cold moonlight, he sank to his knees. He thought, as he often did, about Shannon’s funeral and how muted his grief had been by all the loss that had come before. Loss had been the theme for his year even before the island, losing Sarah had been the beginning and then his parents had turned away from him as well; they were lost to him already even before his father’s death. And then the plane had gone down and he’d lost his whole world, only to find it replaced by one in which loss was a way of life, seven weeks and seven deaths and, as they laid yet another of their own to rest, his weary mind had been too numb to focus on yet another loss. Instead, his thoughts strayed again and again to the night before and to what he’d thought he’d found.
He’d thought that Sawyer was all about loss. Sawyer, who begged Jack to let him die after he was stabbed, who insisted on sailing away on the raft, who slipped away into a fever-induced coma in the jungle. But Sawyer never stayed lost. Somehow he always came back. Jack had watched him that night, watched as he fought to live, and Jack knew then that Sawyer would always, always find his way back. Here, Jack thought, was something that he wouldn’t lose. Something that, maybe, he could hold onto.
Then Sawyer had asked for Kate, had said that he loved her. And later, when Kate pulled away from Jack’s embrace, her eyes were filled with regret. He’d gone back to the hatch later to find Sawyer on his feet, Kate’s arms around him, and Jack knew that the game was over. He knew that, once again, he’d lost.
He could hear laughter from the beach, a baby’s cry, and the occasional burst of song. Sounds of life, while Jack kept company with the dead. In the moonlight he could just make out the numbers on his watch, almost there now, almost to the time that they’d agreed to call midnight, though there was no way to really know.
He’d thought he was alone. He needed to be alone, so he tensed when a figure emerged from the shadows. It paused, first by Scott’s grave, then Boone’s, then came to kneel in front of him beside Shannon’s. “Sticks,” Sawyer said quietly, as he always did when he touched the crude cross rising from the sand. “You think about her a lot, Doc?”
Jack shrugged, looking at the ground, not wanting to make conversation. “I think about them all.”
Sawyer grunted. “Ain’t a night for lookin’ back. You need to be at the beach, not up here all by your lonesome.”
Go away, Sawyer, Jack thought. “It’s almost midnight. Won’t Kate be looking for you?”
Sawyer sighed, sounding mildly exasperated, for some reason. “Kate’s the one that made me come after you,” he said. “Said you shouldn’t be alone when the clock strikes.”
“So she sent you?”
Jack heard a soft snort, and looked up to see that Sawyer was giving him a strange little grin that looked both irritated and…affectionate? He said, “You know, I love that girl—“
“So you’ve said,” Jack interrupted, hating the morose way it came out.
“Love her,” Sawyer repeated, to Jack’s annoyance, “and I know she’s just tryin’ to help, wants to fix everything, but she sure don’t know how to mind her own business, does she?”
“What’s she done now?”
Sawyer hesitated, and the longer he did the stranger it seemed, because Sawyer wasn’t usually the hesitant type. Finally he took a deep breath and blurted out, “She made me make a New Year’s resolution.”
“Oh.” Jack couldn’t help but laugh. New Year’s resolutions were definitely not Sawyer’s style. “Want to tell me what it is?”
“No.” Sawyer rubbed his chin and let his hair fall into his eyes, the way he did when he had something to hide. “Gonna tell you a story instead.”
Great, Jack thought, and glanced at his watch again. No way Sawyer could make it back to the beach in time now. They’d be ringing in the new year together, telling stories, no less. Not what he’d had in mind, at all.
Sawyer glanced up at him through his shield of hair, and Jack could see the faint shine of his eyes in the moonlight. “You remember,” he began slowly, “back before the raft sailed? You remember that bottle?”
“The one with the messages?”
“Yeah, that one.” Sawyer wasn’t much of a storyteller; he kept clearing his throat and pausing like he was having trouble choosing his words. “The messages. You didn’t write one.”
“No.” Jack hadn’t written one because he couldn’t think of anyone to write one to.
“You wanna know how I know that?”
Jack let out a short laugh. “Let me guess. You read them.”
“’Course I did. Not much else to do out there on the water.” Dimples flashed, and Jack thought that Sawyer was never prouder of himself than when he was acting like a scoundrel. He went on, “Kate wrote one, though.”
“Yeah?” That surprised him, a little. Kate didn’t seem like a letter-writer, somehow. “I’d ask you who she wrote to, but it’s none of my business.” He wondered if Sawyer could make out his pointed glare in the dim light.
Sawyer wasn’t paying attention. He was scowling at some random point above Jack’s right shoulder, instead. “She wrote it to me.”
Oh, good. He wasn’t just starting the new year with a story, he was getting a romance story, at that. He kept quiet, hoping that if he didn’t encourage him, Sawyer would just shut up.
No such luck. “Since, like you said, it’s none of your business, I won’t tell you what she said. All I’ll say is, she was right. And she’s been all over my ass since the day I got back, tellin’ me to do something about it.”
Jack sighed, feeling weary. “I’m not following you, but look, Sawyer –“
“So she made me make a damn New Year’s resolution,” Sawyer all but bellowed. “What time is it, Doc?”
“Uh.” Jack started to look at his watch but then it became unnecessary as the chanting began to drift up from the beach.
“Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven….”
Sawyer got such a determined look on his face that Jack might have jumped up and run, if he’d had time.
“Six. Five. Four….” and then Sawyer moved, surging forward and planting his knees on either side of Jack’s thighs. “Three. Two….” and Sawyer’s hands went around Jack’s neck, pulling him in, and, “One.”
It took a couple of seconds to register the fact that Sawyer was kissing him, and a couple of seconds more for Jack to realize that he was kissing Sawyer back, and that it felt so good. So good to open his mouth beneath Sawyer’s, to taste the whiskey and cigarettes that Sawyer hadn’t had in months but were a part of his essence just the same, to hear Sawyer’s soft moan of satisfaction and need, to feel the heat that rose between them as their bodies pressed against one another. Jack wanted this, he’d wanted it for so long, but it didn’t seem possible that it was happening now. Not now, after Sawyer had chosen Kate. But Sawyer’s mouth was getting hungrier and his hands were starting to move over Jack’s body, and Jack suddenly understood that somehow, everything had changed. It dimly registered that they were kissing beside someone’s grave, and the thought disturbed him enough that he slid his hands between them and pushed Sawyer away.
Sawyer groaned. “Don’t make me stop, Doc.” He leaned in so that his forehead rested against Jack’s. “You don’t want me to stop.”
Dazed, Jack pushed himself backward, trying to put some distance between them. “Wait,” Jack said, unnerved to hear that he was panting a little. “Just wait, okay?” He stared at Sawyer, trying to process what had just happened. “Kate told you to do that?”
“Kate knew I wanted to.” Sawyer sat back on his heels and looked at Jack, and the expression on his face was the last thing that Jack had expected to see. Sawyer didn’t look amused like this was some kind of a joke, or worried that he’d done the wrong thing, or angry that Jack had pushed him away. Sawyer looked so open and hopeful that it took Jack’s breath away, but he also looked…smug. He looked knowing. “She said you wanted me to. Turns out she was right.”
“But you and Kate are—“
“Friends. That’s all.” Sawyer got to his feet, put out his hand to pull Jack up, too. “C’mon, Doc, it’s a new year. We wasted the old one. We need to make up for some lost time.”
Turning away from the graves, Jack thought about loss one last time. He thought about Sawyer, and how he kept almost losing him. Losing him to death, losing him to the ocean, losing him to Kate. But Sawyer never stayed lost. Somehow he always came back. As he followed Sawyer into the jungle, Jack made a resolution of his own. The new year wouldn’t be about loss. Sawyer was the one thing in his life that he wouldn’t lose. This time, finally, he’d found something that he could hold onto.
End
TBC
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Date: 2005-12-23 03:18 am (UTC)Dude! I love Kate as compulsive fixer again, and Sawyer all reluctant with his New Year's Resolution, just because he's being forced to do it. Nawww. *cuddles this fic and the lovely promise of more at the bottom*
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Date: 2005-12-23 11:35 pm (UTC)Thank you for liking this fic. I can't believe I was such a baby yesterday. You're so wonderful for letting me cry on your shoulder.
*BIG HUGS AND KISSES*
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Date: 2005-12-23 04:13 am (UTC)Really super wonderful. So sad at first. But in that stark beautiful way. I was kinda in a mood funk when I read this and it was almost too much.
IN A GOOD WAY
I could feel how horribly alone Jack felt. So when Sawyer surprised him by keeping his promise to Kate I felt his relief.
You are fabulous and I will miss you terribly while I'm gone. Have a great Christmas dear! (And if you write anything email it to my or something. - lol)
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Date: 2005-12-23 11:37 pm (UTC)Thank you for reading, and thank you for liking. Sorry to "get" to you with the sad. I hope the happy ending made it all better. :D
Have a wonderful holiday!
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Date: 2005-12-23 06:24 am (UTC)If I don't have a guy to kiss on New Years, I atleast want to see this.
"You don’t want me to stop.” Please, don't.
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Date: 2005-12-23 11:41 pm (UTC)If I don't have a guy to kiss on New Years, I atleast want to see this.
Yesyesyes. I think we should make a resolution that 2006 will be the year of teh mankissing.
Thanks so much for reading, and for letting me whine to you on AIM!
*huge hugs*
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Date: 2005-12-23 06:26 am (UTC)So glad I found it -- just lovely, sweet, angsty kiss. Like the Dejected/Rejected!Jack theme, and how you made it a followup to Fixed.
taste the whiskey and cigarettes that Sawyer hadn’t had in months but were a part of his essence just the same
Nice. Love the end, the theme of loss, the lyrical way you describe Sawyer being found.
And do you really want fb from bad fic readers?
I'll be gone for a week soon, at my folks, where I simply cannot read smutty fics on their computer, uh-uh no way.
LJ's become addictive -- will be a strange week!
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Date: 2005-12-23 11:43 pm (UTC)You won't miss any smutty fic from me, my smut writer is broken. >:( But I am so glad that you read and liked this one!
Have a wonderful visit with your folks. I'll miss you!
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Date: 2005-12-23 09:55 pm (UTC)And then, awww, a sweet New Year's surprise. I always love it when Sawyer literally has to grab Jack and kiss him because we love Jack but he can be a but dense, LOL. Wonderfully sweet and hopeful but of course, not too sweet.
Thanks so much for writing this. It was lovely and everything I hoped for and more. And now off to finish Christmas shopping!
*smooch*
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Date: 2005-12-23 11:49 pm (UTC)And yes, somehow, knowing that this one was for you, I just had to let Sawyer work his way in there somewhere. ;)
I wanted to write your first request, about pre-island J/S in the hospital, but this one is what came out when I sat down to type. I'm still playing with ideas for the other one, though...and maybe the post-island New Year's one, too. I loved all three prompts. Who knows, when the Christmas rush is over, I might have more presents for you! :D
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Date: 2005-12-24 12:16 am (UTC)Things I loved:
1. Use of the show's events
2. Hesitant!Sawyer
3. Jack thinking the story's about Kate
4. "Don't make me stop, Doc." (I love it when Sawyer's needy like that.)
Loved it. Glad
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Date: 2005-12-24 02:11 am (UTC)Poor Jack. *pets him* I'm sure a hug from Sawyer will make it all better. ;)
Thank you for reading! I'm so glad you liked it. I love your stuff lots, too. My smut muse has been under the weather lately, so I'm glad I've got yummy stuff like your fics to hold me over 'til my pr0n-writing hiatus is over. :)
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Date: 2005-12-24 12:39 am (UTC)O_O Btw, Hadn't seen your new layout yet. That is all kinds of sexy!!
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Date: 2005-12-24 02:12 am (UTC)Thanks so much for reading!
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Date: 2005-12-24 05:46 pm (UTC)And her writing a letter to Sawyer is simply brilliant-yours explanation of wtf she was looking for in the message bottle makes a lot of sense,while the actual scene is still very weird to me.
“C’mon,Doc, it’s a new year.We wasted the old one.We need to make up for some lost time.”
you're so right,Sawyer...;)
♥
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Date: 2005-12-24 09:54 pm (UTC)I'm really glad you love this Kate. You will be seeing more of her. ;)
♥
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Date: 2005-12-24 10:42 pm (UTC)You will be seeing more of her. ;)
That's great!:D
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Date: 2005-12-24 07:08 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-24 09:55 pm (UTC)*SMOOCH*
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Date: 2005-12-24 08:47 pm (UTC)I particularly loved this line:
So good to open his mouth beneath Sawyer’s, to taste the whiskey and cigarettes that Sawyer hadn’t had in months but were a part of his essence just the same.
That, is simply gorgeous. Wonderfully done, hon. :)
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Date: 2005-12-24 09:58 pm (UTC)Thank you so much for reading! *hugs*
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Date: 2005-12-24 08:54 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-24 10:01 pm (UTC)Word. ;)
So glad you loved it! Thanks so much for reading!
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Date: 2005-12-26 11:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-12-27 01:27 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2008-12-08 09:18 am (UTC)I just had to come back and reread this one after compiling a list of holiday fics at
Edited to fix the icon!
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Date: 2008-12-12 06:34 pm (UTC)