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26 January 2009 @ 01:10 am
fic, Lost: And We Stood At World's End (Jack/Boone), PG13  
Ouch, why does the stuff I write for the battle just get LONG? Well, I got carried away. And I guess I should really re-post some stuff here soon-ish.

Title: And We Stood At World's End
Rating: PG13
Characters/Pairing: Jack/Boone
Word counting: 2269
Disclaimer: .... ha, if they were mine this would have happened.
Spoilers: for Something Nice Back Home and the S5 premiere (AU from there).
Summary: Blue eyes look straight at him from the hospital bed, wide and watery and a pair of soft, pink lips parts a couple of times. His face is covered in blood, his leg too, he’s wearing the same clothes he wore that day and a couple of nurses are trying to put pressure over the wound. Jack stops dead in his tracks, not believing what he sees.
A/N: written for the battle at lostsquee for the prompts hospital and resurrection. Using for lostpicksix 17, hurt/comfort. Implies that someone pushes that damned plane down sometime in the next episodes. Title stolen from a line in one of Mr. Springsteen's new songs.

Kate left with Aaron the previous day and Jack is desperately trying to hang on to his ethics.

His ethics say he can’t just have a pill now, in his office, when he could be called any second. Now after what happened with his father he can’t be as careless and stupid and just not professional. Of course he is the reason for which he desperately needs at least one now; Jack saw him this morning in the corridor, dressed in his scrubs, with a file in his hand, looking straight at him. He feels sick if he just thinks about him and his hand is in his pocket, searching for the bottle. He touches it, takes it out, turning it between his fingers. Just one. Just one and maybe he’d feel fine enough to…

There’s a knock on the door and Jack puts the pills quickly on his desk, covering them with a couple of random files. It doesn’t look as neat as it usually is, but it’s fine.

“Come in,” he says, and a nurse, what’s her name, he just can’t remember, opens the door in a hurry.

“Doctor Shephard? You’re needed.”

“For what? Is it an emergency? I said that today I wanted to be left…”

“Extremely. I mean, yes, it’s an emergency. Sorry to call you, but it’s a question of life or death and it looks like the patient’s spine might be hurt and there’s no one else around qualified enough to…”

“Fine, fine. Let’s go and tell me what’s going on.”

He leaves the room, the nurse trailing behind him.

“Someone found him in a back alley near here. He didn’t have a single document on himself so we don’t know the name. There wasn’t no sanitary card either and it’ll be a problem because he’ll probably need a blood transfusion. He has a crushed leg, probably some spinal damage and a collapsed lung. We think that he has to be in his early twenties and… doctor Shephard? Are you okay? You seem a bit pale, if…”

Jack bites his lip and shakes his head. Surely today someone was having fun making him go crazy. Too fucking similar to…

He shakes his head again.

“Don’t worry, I just… I remembered something. Come on, let’s go. You said crushed leg and collapsed lung?”

“Yeah. He’s in the ER, someone is getting the operating room ready now and…”

“Fine. Let’s just see…”

Jack opens the door and suddenly he feels thankful for not taking the pills, even if it can’t be.

Blue eyes look straight at him from the hospital bed, wide and watery and a pair of soft, pink lips parts a couple of times. His face is covered in blood, his leg too, he’s wearing the same clothes he wore that day and a couple of nurses are trying to put pressure over the wound. Jack stops dead in his tracks, not believing what he sees. It can’t…

“Doctor Shephard?”

“Get that room ready. Oh, and for the blood, find some A negative.”

“How do…”

“I know him. But later, okay?”

The nurse leaves and the other two say they will check if the operating room is ready; Jack is suddenly alone with him and as Boone blinks at him, a weary smile forming over his lips, Jack has to know. Why he’s there, what happened, why he’s recognizing him, just...

“What… how…”

“They… someone… I don’t know…”

Jack startles; same voice, same tone, same everything.

“They’re… time traveling. Or something. Someone pushed the plane down… and… I don’t know what it was but… but I remember you there and then I opened my eyes and I was lying some place and they brought me… they brought me here and…”

Jack didn’t catch much; but that’s it. Suddenly he realizes he was given a second chance to fix at least him and he’s about to say it but then the door opens and the operating room is ready; the nurses move the bed quickly and Jack follows it. He asks if the anesthetist is ready; when they’re in the room, under that lamp, his hands are steady as he washes them and puts the gloves on and someone comes in bringing A negative blood. Boone is already drifting away, but Jack hopes he heard him as he said I swear I’m going to fix you this time. He doesn’t want to make the same mistake twice, not now.

This time he knows; he knows each wound, he knows that he didn’t fall from any place but that the leg was crushed. He has the right blood type and as much as he needs, he has the right equipment, he knows what he has to do. Like hell he isn’t going to fix this.

--

It takes four hours and it’s not easy, but in the end he does fix him. They’ll keep him under observation, sure, but Jack doesn’t think there’s any mortal danger. The leg is fine even though it will take therapy before he walks again; they hooked him to a breathing machine to aid the punctured lung, there will be lasting scars but it doesn’t matter. He did it. He did it and he almost cries when he gets out of the operating room; he feels relieved and happy and satisfied with himself and fine and he hasn’t thought about Kate or his father for a second. He doesn’t feel the need to take a pill like before, either.

“Doctor Shephard?” the first nurse asks suddenly.

“Yes?”

“You said you knew him. Maybe you could give us a hand for the file. We should also find someone to pay for…”

Jack suddenly realizes that according to their lie, Boone died on the island. For a second, he feels like the world is crashing down on his shoulders, but then clears his throat and decides to buy time.

“I’m paying.”

“What…?”

“Don’t worry, I’m covering the expenses here. It’s… fine, but now I’m feeling tired and I’d really rather do this later. Is it possible?”

“Sure, doctor Shephard. As you wish.”

She leaves and he breathes in relief. He doesn’t know what he should do. Call Sabrina Carlyle? From what he saw of her after they were back, maybe it’s not time yet. He needs to have a talk with Boone before doing anything.

They’re time traveling. Or something.

Suddenly Jack wishes he knew how to go back. Oh, were they wrong.

--

He gets into Boone’s room two days later, cringing at the John Doe written over the file in his hand. Blue eyes stare into his and he isn’t hooked to the breathing machine anymore. He smiles. Jack smiles back.

“Hey. How are you feeling?”

“Like a plane fell on me and I was still recovering, but… I guess fine.”

“Good. Did you have any… I don’t know, headaches, nausea…”

“I was out most of the time. Guess not.”

“Listen, how do you know that… they pushed the plane? And… who are they?”

Boone shrugs, his hands fidgeting in his lap, a still fresh scar over his forehead.

“I just… I had some… you know, some kind of flash between… between… I guess dying on the island and this. The first was… Sawyer and some other people I don’t know pushing the plane down and then… someone, John maybe, I don’t know, saying you had to go back, but… well, guess I need to catch up.”

He smiles weakly and Jack sits on a chair and tells the whole story as straight as he can. There’s a second of silence when he’s done. But now he feels even more ashamed.

“I’m… sorry. We shouldn’t have lied, but it wasn’t like we had… much other options. It was gone. How were we supposed to find it again? Now… I don’t know where Sayid is, Kate just… left, Hurley’s back at the institution and who knows where Desmond is. I just…”

“Wait a second. I need to… woah. I mean, fuck. When I was around it was easier.”

“What…?”

“There weren’t crazy psychos, there wasn’t any Dharma or whatever it is, you didn’t know Scottish guys pushing buttons first and seeing Charlie die after, the island wasn’t going anywhere, John was… okay, let’s leave that be. Claire was still pregnant, what the hell, and she surely wasn’t your sister. And the biggest problem was the polar bear, not an army of mercenaries.”

Jack has to crack a smile, there; he realizes he kind of misses the polar bear times. Indeed.

“So according to your lie I’m… I died over there? In the name of plausibility?”

Jack feels like running out of the room, but Boone doesn’t exactly look angry.

“I’m sorry. We just…”

“Jack. Don’t say I’m sorry. Just answer.”

“Yeah.”

“Did someone decide or you all came up with it?”

“I… someone, Kate maybe, said that we should have added at least three other people surviving at the beginning, possibly ones who were… who had died already and… and… Hurley said Libby, Sayid and Desmond said Charlie and I said you. I’m… well, maybe I should leave and…”

“Jack. Don’t be stupid now. I’m not mad at you. I could never be. Not after… well. And… listen, I don’t know what’s supposed to happen now but…”

“Maybe I should call your mother?”

“No. If she believes I’m dead… well. If… if you need to be back there or I need to be back there too, fine. This isn’t over and we both know it.”

“Yeah. Guess we do. So, what do you…”

“Tell them I don’t remember anything. If they gathered that you know who I am, you met me a year ago or so at some place where we both donated blood and we had a chat since you were on the bed next to mine. So you know my type but not my name. I’ll fake it until I’m out.”

Boone is looking at his hands and not at him and the lump in Jack’s throat is so heavy that he can barely breathe.

“How… why… are you really sure that… fuck, I’m so…”

“Jack. Don’t say it again. Just don’t. You did what you thought was the best thing and I’m fine with it. Really. I’d never want to… just…”

“What?”

Boone’s voice is barely a whisper when he speaks. “Do you have anywhere you need to be?”

“No, I don’t,” he answers, and it’s true. This would be his day off. He had thought he’d use it to try patching things up with Kate two days ago, but now he doesn’t really feel any need to go searching for her.

“Would you mind just… staying a while? It’s just that…”

And suddenly it hits Jack in all of its force. Shannon is dead. And if Boone isn’t supposed to remember anything any family he might have or eventual friends aren’t a choice. When you come back from the dead and find out that everyone you were close to is either gone or you can’t talk to them… Jack suddenly shivers and feels like crying again for at least the third time in ten minutes.

“No, I wouldn’t. It’s my day off.”

“What? Oh… you shouldn’t have… but well, could you…”

“Yes,” he cuts in, and Boone nods, still not looking at him. Jack brings his chair closer to the bed; his hand doesn’t exactly follow his brain when it moves forward and grabs Boone’s; but Boone holds back with a surprising strength for someone who was dead three days ago. Thanks, he whispers, his voice shaking; Jack has to repress the sudden instinct to just join him on the bed and crush him to his chest. The injuries. He can’t do that with a leg which is held up together for a miracle and forty fresh stitches over Boone’s chest. He wishes he could, though. He wishes he could so much it hurts. And then Boone at least turns his face in Jack’s direction and there’s a lonely tear falling over one cheek; Jack’s thumb of his free hand catches it, wiping it away. He swallows when his eyes meet blue ones again, so clear and wide and blue that Jack thinks he could drown in that stare which among the other things just shines with joy. Jack can’t remember the last time someone looked at him this way.

“What can I say, Jack Shephard, you’re one who maintains his promises even when he’s… he’s technically freed from them, right?”

“I’m a committed person,” Jack replies, unable to repress the smile blooming over his lips.

“Yeah. Of course you are, probably to some insane point, but I wouldn’t really want you any other way. Don’t you just ever change.”

Jack just grips the hand in his even tighter, fully conscious that it’s probably the first time someone ever told him such a thing, even if what is really making him feel touched here is knowing that Boone really means it.

What happens after is just a flowing motion; he doesn’t know why suddenly Boone’s face was closer or why his own bent down or how they kissed while Jack still clasps Boone’s hand in his own and cups his face with the other one, feeling his fingers trembling and not caring. It’s a long kiss, slow, not exactly bold on either side; they part more often then not but then they’re kissing again after two seconds without any word spoken between them whatsoever. It’s fine, Jack thinks. There isn’t the need. There really isn’t at all.

End.

 
 
feeling: satisfiedsatisfied
on rotation: kingdom of days - bruce springsteen
 
 
 
elliotsmelliot: Booneelliotsmelliot on January 26th, 2009 01:41 am (UTC)
What an interesting take on it all! Thanks Sawyer for doing something to that plane, and thanks for no more course correcting. The world is a little better with Boone in it.

.He doesn’t feel the need to take a pill like before, either.

I fully support Jack's new addiction! Great work!
the female ghost of tom joad: lost boone ---> XQ________janie_tangerine on January 26th, 2009 08:41 am (UTC)
I was totally going crazy with the whole course correcting stuff and then I figured, let's do the contrary. Worked much better I have to say. ;) The world is indeed a better place! *supports Jack with you* Thank you so much, glad you liked it! ♥
halfdutch: Jack by wgphalfdutch on January 26th, 2009 02:21 am (UTC)
Oh, sweetie! ♥ This was amazing! I love it so!!!! ♥ some more. The concept is brilliant and I love how you've carried it out, how Jack *does* get to save Boone this time around! Oh, wow, this could so totally happen on the show now. Except for the kissing, ha! Oh, this is just perfection!
the female ghost of tom joad: lost post!nirvana!jackjanie_tangerine on January 26th, 2009 08:44 am (UTC)
You flatter me way, way too much. ♥ Thank you so much!, I'm so happy that you liked it! I had been trying to find a way around the whole course-correction thing on the island but it definitely worked better like this. Now how I wish it happened on canon, too! *sigh* I can do without the kissing as long as it does happen. ;) ♥ Thaaanks so much again!
Janicejaydblu on January 26th, 2009 04:20 am (UTC)
This is great, I love how Jack gets a second chance to save his true love! I mean, Boone. It's a good thing he resisted the urge to pop the pills. Really nice conversation and emotion flowing between them too, once the surgery was completed (well, with Jack, you'll have emotion). The ending is really sweet too.
(I love your smirky Ian icon, btw).
the female ghost of tom joad: lost jack/boone shipper denialjanie_tangerine on January 26th, 2009 08:47 am (UTC)
My moodtheme is awesome. Did I say halfdutch (she made it) is awesome? Because she is. ;)

Thanks so much, I'm so glad to hear you liked it! Ha, of course he gets the chance to save his true love indeed, it's not my OTP for nothing. And now he can totally do without the pills, there are better addictions to have *cough*. Glad you liked the emotive stuff handling, that was the hardest part actually but you know, it gives you satisfaction.

Edited at 2009-01-26 08:47 am (UTC)
missy_useless: jack/boonemissy_useless on January 26th, 2009 06:46 pm (UTC)
Awwww, I love you! This is so great - I don't think words can describe my love for this. The whole scenario/concept is ingenious (and please, please, please, I want this to happen on the show!). Awesome work; it made me extremely happy.
the female ghost of tom joad: lost jack/boone shipper denialjanie_tangerine on January 26th, 2009 11:07 pm (UTC)
You know I totally love you too, right? ♥ ♥ ♥

Thanks so much, I'm soo glad that you liked it. And seriously, as soon as I found one way which seemed at least plausible I had to go with it. Thanks so much again!! And this NEEDS TO HAPPEN in canon. I can even forgive them if they don't kiss. ;)
weehobbit: LOST -- alpert - glassesweehobbit on January 28th, 2009 12:40 am (UTC)
When Jack remembers that Shannon's dead and Boone can't go to his family.... ! Eeeee, the hurt/comfort!! ♥
the female ghost of tom joad: ;______;janie_tangerine on January 28th, 2009 12:57 am (UTC)
I totally CAN'T resist it. I love h/c. ;) ;) Thanks so much, glad you liked it! ♥
alemyrddin: Jack smilealemyrddin on January 28th, 2009 11:01 am (UTC)
aww. Of course you jumped to the chance of resuscitating Boone! ;)

But this was beautiful, and sweet. I love that Boone, despite being the wounded one, ends up comforting Jack, telling him that he doesn't have to change.

and yes, polar bear times were simpler, weren't they? :)
the female ghost of tom joad: lost jack/boone shipper denialjanie_tangerine on January 28th, 2009 12:06 pm (UTC)
Lol well yes I did. For once that I can try it.. ;)

I kinda of wanted the comfort thing to go both ways so glad that it worked here. And if Jack ever changes I shall be disappointed, indeed. -nod- And yes, when there was the polar bear everything was more simple indeed! ;) Thanks so much, glad you liked it! ♥
faran1078: airportboonefaran1078 on January 28th, 2009 08:06 pm (UTC)
What a great way to reunite these two and give Jack a second chance. with the craziness that's happening on the show now, I could really imagine this happening. Great idea!
the female ghost of tom joad: lost constantjanie_tangerine on January 28th, 2009 09:08 pm (UTC)
Thanks so much! How I wish this happened, too. *sigh* *gets out of shipper denial* And it has indeed become crazy, who knows. Thank you so much, glad you enjoyed it!
teamane: Lost1teamane on March 8th, 2009 12:51 am (UTC)
O.M.G! :D
This is the proof that great minds think alike!

I told you about my Ghost!Boone on your other story (it's named Lost Dream ) and now I see you also though about it and the 'Time leap' or time travelling! We are really Jack/Boone fans. The sequel to my Lost Dream will be something like you wrote in here: Boone appears in the Hospital and Jack is able to 'fix him'. Then I wanted to create an AU about them living together and having all difficulties we can imagine.

I really love this fic of yours too. Like the other one. I can't believe I've missed two fics!
:D
the female ghost of tom joad: lost jack/boone <3 <3 <3janie_tangerine on March 8th, 2009 10:59 pm (UTC)
LOL, totally! I think I need to check yours out, thanks for the link. Will get there asap. ;)

And ha, aren't we really? We need to squish those two together someway, right? I actually spent two weeks on a way more complicated thing to resuscitate him which I never finished, then I thought just screw it and went with him turning up at the hospital because it was waay easier. And ha, great minds think alike indeed, even if when I wrote an AU of that kind I think I spared them difficulties. Yeah, unrealistic but whatever. ;)

Thanks so much, glad you liked it! And ha, this one is my fault because I forgot to cross-post it. ;)