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14 May 2009 @ 01:05 am
two fics for au_abc, one for that meme, both Lost, both weird pairings.  
Errrm. *hides about the second one, but it was time I re-posted it*.

Title: Pretty Sights
Rating: R
Pairing: Shannon/Juliet
Words: 1927
Summary: “I’m glad I died in my own clothes. That jumpsuit? The more time I look at it the more I’d just want to take it off.”
Spoilers: until 5x15. The rest is speculation for the finale, but I'm sure it's not going to happen. But it was convenient.
Disclaimer: haaa, no, not mine.
A/N: for lenina20 who wanted ghost for the alphabet meme; using for au_abc, killed. Obviously, character death implied, but I swear it's as light as it goes. Sorry, but dead person/alive person was becoming too easy. ;)

It ends with her hand clasped around James’ before everything becomes a white, blinding light; Jack did it, she thinks, and then it’s over.

--

It starts when she opens her eyes and a clear, blue sky meets her stare; there’s soft earth beneath her, but it doesn’t stick to her fingers. Juliet blinks and sits, taking her surroundings in; it’s the island, of course, but nothing like what would any place look like after a nuclear explosion.

“About time,” a very female, very bored and very near voice says, and Juliet jerks to her left. Standing next to her there’s a tall young woman, who wears a pink short skirt that leaves most of her long, tanned legs exposed, whose feet are bare and clean as her hands, whose hair is long and looks golden under the sun’s rays and whose mouth is set in a scowl. “I was starting to get seriously annoyed here.”

“What… what is…”

“You’re dead, my friend.” The woman crouches next to her and Juliet doesn’t try to keep the gasp. The thought had passed through her head, but she hadn’t dared asking. “And, sorry to say, you and your friends put us in a damned sorry mess.”

“Me and my friends…?”

“I’ll make things short. See, I died about a month after the crash. Yes, I was on the plane if you were wondering. Let’s not say the circumstances, I’m still ashamed at how lousy it was. Anyway, before you people did that freaking mess and started going back to the future, we were… I can’t exactly say alright because you know, we’re dead, but whatever. We were all in the same place and we could see you and you couldn’t see us and you got the drill. Then, after you started that, we ended up in freaking different times the first round, but since we’re dead, we stayed.”

Juliet can’t exactly follow the explanation, but nods anyway. Maybe she’ll make sense of it when it’s over.

“In the sense, some of us are here, some are there, for all I know I could be the only one who ended up alone. Whatever. I think we’re in the twenties right now. Now, how did you die?”

“I… I believe… an atomic bomb exploded. It was in order to…”

“I don’t want to know. It obviously didn’t work, since you’re here and you’re dead. Well, it looks like we’re stuck for good and I hope as fuck you’re good company. Because I was really starting to get bored out of my mind. By the way, I’m Shannon.”

“I’m… I’m Juliet.”

“I can’t exactly say it’s a pleasure, but whatever. Right. Will you stand up or are you planning to stay there all day?”

Juliet stands up, realizing that she’s wearing the Dharma suit she put back on when they returned to try to stop Jack. Shannon notices and looks at her a couple of times.

“Also, Juliet? That thing you’re wearing is awful.”

--

“So we’re… ghosts?”

“Pretty much, yeah. And it sucked before, but now it’s worse. Hell, there was company at least before.”

Juliet keeps on following her and doesn’t answer; she can’t say that she never had a thing to do with the whole time-traveling business, and it’s not like it matters now. Right? She just wishes she hadn’t died on this godforsaken island because now it means that she really won’t ever leave.

“How many of you are there?”

“Were there, you mean. Uhm. About thirty or so. I guess that everyone else who died with you is with them now. Anyway, there’s not much around here. This time is especially stupid. The only interesting thing is watching that Richard undress.”

What? Richard Alpert? He’s here?”

“As far as I know, he has been here for ages. I don’t have an idea. But surely he’s a pretty sight. His friends not really, but there’s no one else around. Damn, I get so bored sometimes that I even miss that idiot of… anyway. There is their camp,” Shannon says gesturing towards a small bunch of tents, “and that’s pretty much all the entertainment.”

“And what do you usually do, except for watching Richard undress? Haunt them?”

“Are you crazy? I can’t even begin to haunt someone. That was Boone’s thing. And Charlie’s. And Jack’s dad. And Ana’s, I think. Sure as hell not mine. And anyway, don’t use that superior tone. Watching Richard undress is actually fun. You should try it sometime.”

--

After two days Juliet gives up and follows Shannon into Richard’s tent at six in the evening. Richard is always the same, except for the nineteenth century fashion clothes, and Juliet feels ashamed and would gladly call it off until Shannon reminds her that they’re ghosts and she should just get used to it.

And then, well, she has to concede it; it’s indeed a very, very, very pretty sight. She’s just glad that Richard won’t ever know, and she wonders how old he is exactly for a second before realizing it doesn’t even matter.

--

“Shouldn’t we just… try to get back?”

“To when, if you please? And how would you do it? If you haven’t noticed, we can only relate to what’s dead, not with them. Where would you start anyway? It’s as fucked up as it is, I don’t need it becoming even more complicated. Whatever.”

Juliet bites her tongue and swallows the answer down; she’d like to argue back just for the sake of it, but she doesn’t have much of an argument to oppose, especially when she has been dead for a week and Shannon for four months.

--

“Maybe someone survived and they could set things right.”

“With a nuclear bomb gone off? Unless the explosion sent them back to the future, no way. And if you’re here, I doubt that they got much luck.”

“Where does this back to the future thing come from?”

“Charlie always used to say it.”

Juliet thinks she remembers him, even if they probably talked once or twice in the time they both were at the camp; suddenly, she feels alone.

“Do you miss them?”

“Why, I miss even that crazed con man who said that he was Locke’s dad. Considering how fucking nuts he was, he probably wasn’t lying.”

--

“Doesn’t it ever get tiring?” Juliet asks as they observe Richard drying his shoulders. Two weeks and she thinks she could describe Richard’s body with her eyes closed, and she doesn’t know if it’s insane or just plainly stupid.

“It won’t until I figure out what he does to his eyes. Fuck, I tried for years to paint my eyelashes like that but I never came even close.”

“I think he was born with it.”

“Well, he still is a very pretty sight. And I can assure you, the rest of the lot aren’t as nice.”

--

“You know something?”

“What?” Juliet asks as they sit against a tree in a small clearing.

“I’m glad I died in my own clothes. That jumpsuit? The more time I look at it the more I’d just want to take it off.”

Juliet shrugs; it’s not exactly fashion, sure, but she got used to it.

“I mean, really. Whoever designed clothes for you people had no freaking fashion sense.”

“Well, you adjust to it.”

“You do? Really? I couldn’t. Jesus, I might even be glad I died then. At least I didn’t have to put through that kind of crap. And anyway, you know what? That thing looks especially awful on you.”

Juliet blinks before looking at Shannon again. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, before you so graciously arrived, the only pretty sight around here was your pal down there. Now, I think you’d be a very pretty sight yourself, but with that thing? Jesus. I hope that you took it off with Sawyer.”

“Of course I did!” Juliet blurts, feeling uncomfortable; the fact that Shannon knows most of the people she knew from the crash still feels so weird.

“Good, because from what I remember of the man, he wouldn’t have appreciated. Though well, if he wore one of those things too, he really must have got hit in the head.”

“Well, if it’s such a problem, why don’t you take it off?”

Juliet suddenly feels bold, but truth is, she doesn’t have much to lose, everyone is probably lost to her forever and she’s dead and stuck on this island; at least, she can try to feed Shannon her own medicine. At least Ben isn’t here, she thinks shuddering.

“You don’t know what you’re saying.”

“Oh, I don’t?”

“You don’t, but if you’re so sure, it’ll be my pleasure.”

And then Shannon stands on her feet with such grace that Juliet finds herself staring at her unable to take her eyes off those long legs walking in her direction as Shannon’s hips sway just slightly and a hand softly takes the zipper of her jumpsuit between her fingers.

“As you wish,” Shannon says, and brings it down until the end. Then looks at her shirt and lets out a strangled laugh.

“You really were searching for it, didn’t you?”

“For what?”

“Jesus, if you knew how many times my brother went and harassed me about Star Trek’s red shirts…”

“Wait, was your brother dead, too?”

“Yeah. Guess it runs in the family. Anyway, might be red, but definitely suits you more than this thing.”

And then Shannon lowers it definitely and Juliet finds herself naked from the waist down; Shannon smirks and suddenly a cool hand is over her stomach, tracing slow circles with soft, long fingers. It creeps up, just until where her heart is, and there’s no beating; it’s not like it isn’t the same thing for Shannon anyway. Juliet takes a breath even if she doesn’t need to breathe and then Shannon’s mouth is on hers, soft and sure and insisting; Juliet doesn’t even try to say no, it’s nice and sincerely any alternative to their latest hobby is welcomed. She shivers as Shannon brings her closer and kisses her deeper, not losing a beat and not leaving her an inch of control; Juliet doesn’t ask herself why does it almost feel as if they were alive while the three behind her back feels like a piece of plastic would have felt when she was alive, and she just gives in and lets Shannon kiss her senseless. She turns into her touch when an arm grabs her waist and sighs and grinds against Shannon as a hand with incredibly skilled fingers trails up her thighs, lets those fingers have their wicked way inside her as Shannon kisses her still and drinks all of her moans. She doesn’t even last much, it’d have been impossible, and the fun thing is that she doesn’t think about James or about Jack either as she comes. There’s only Shannon’s knowing smirk impressed in her mind as she keeps her eyes closed and welcomes the fingernails of Shannon’s other hand digging into her hip.

--

“Don’t you dare put that thing back on,” Shannon says after as she smoothes down her skirt.

“… should I go around only in my shirt and underwear then?”

“And what do you care? It’s not like we feel cold. And I’d be the only one seeing you anyway. And… oh, whatever, if it really bothers you, if we ever meet the others, you’re allowed to put it back on.”

Juliet smirks, nods and doesn’t pull the zipper up.

End.

Title: Dreams
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Jack/Charlie/Sawyer
Words: 1197
Summary: The only reason Charlie isn't freaking out is that this has to be a dream.
Spoilers: as long as you know that Charlie used drugs, you're safe.
Disclaimer: haaa, no, not mine.
A/N: this originally was for lostsquee's fic battle ages ago for the prompt tentacle sex. But it's all toestastegood's fault. ;) *coughcough* using for au_abc, mutants. And yeah, you read tentacle sex and yes, it's what it is.

The only reason Charlie isn't freaking out is that this has to be a dream. It must be, because there's no sodding way this could really happen. So he doesn't freak out. Why should he, if this isn't happening?

No doubt that, for a dream, this feels indeed real.

See, he's laying on a bed. A wide bed, covered in satin black sheets, and he doesn't think he ever slept in a bed like this. The mattress is soft and comfortable, even if not too soft. Just the way he likes it, which also brings higher the odds that this is a dream since it's hard to find a bed which has the mattress you like.

Now, here comes the problem: until we were at the bed, nothing that strange. The point is that he's lying naked, the satin cool and soft and luxurious against the skin of his back. And he's lying naked with his legs spread wide, and that's the first odd thing.

The second odd thing is someone holding him steadily by the shoulders; the third odd thing is that this someone is a man. Charlie doesn't know him, he's pretty sure; he doesn't know any American bloke in his mid-thirties with dark, short hair, warm brown eyes which are right now filled with something very close to lust (and it's another proof that this is a dream because he can't distinguish any source of light but can see everything perfectly). This bloke has to be pretty tall and has some arms, long and lean, his muscles strong, his biceps covered with some strange, fascinating tattoos. He's keeping his hands (long fingers, like a pianist's, and Charlie can distinguish a pianist's fingers thank you so much) over Charlie's shoulders, massaging them slowly. It's really a pleasant sensation and Charlie can't help moaning and arching up into the man's touch, not really worried (after all it's not like he never had experiences with men before) and just enjoying it for what it is.

Especially since the oddest thing is still to say.

Because in front of him, kneeling on the bed between his legs, there's another man, and he's naked, too. His voice is low and the bloke is definitely American, an accent thick and charming; his voice is dripping with charm as his face comes closer to Charlie's hear and whispers ain't this a nice view indeed, blond bangs brushing the skin on Charlie's face, green eyes flashing in the dark, a dimple showing up at the right corner of his lips when he smiles.

Suddenly he stands up on his knees and the other bloke, the one with dark hair and strong arms, moves forward and they kiss, a slow, lazy kiss with tongue and moans and Charlie feels his cock getting harder at the bare sight, especially since he isn't looking in front of him where the oddest thing (and last one on the list, thankfully) is.

Because the blond beautiful man's left arm is... well, normal. The other one... well, it's a bit like those sodding Lovercraft short stories Liam used to read him in order to scare the bloody hell out of him when he was six. It's a tentacle. Just... a tentacle. Charlie wishes he could describe it any other way, but well, it is. It just... is. If he thinks about how that might feel against his skin, since it hasn't even touched it, well, it's kind of a turn off; he brings his eyes back up, fixing his stare on the blond man's tongue tracing Mr. Nice Arms' lips. When they part, the blond says something like mm, Jack, that was just it and so at least he knows one name. And then Jack says come on, Sawyer, let's give him the attention he deserves, and Charlie shivers as Sawyer kneels over him and kisses him without warning, his tongue demanding and oh, he tastes so good; Charlie surrenders suddenly, being aware that Sawyer is practically fucking his mouth just with his tongue and not really caring. He can't remember anyone kissing him like this recently and it just feel so good. So good.

Sawyer then parts but stays close, winking at him. His right ar... tent... whatever it is rises up and he looks at Jack. Charlie can't realize what that meant but suddenly a hand (long, pianist fingers) lies over his eyes and he should be freaked out by the sudden darkness but he doesn't, especially because a pair of thin lips cover his just after and it can't be Sawyer, since this someone is kissing him from behind (like in that Spiderman movie, he thinks before reasonable thought leaves him) and he tastes different. Even if it's still good. Just different.

He spreads his legs wider when that low voice, smooth as silk, tells him to do so; and then his gasp dies in Jack's kiss as he feels something slowly stretching him open, and it isn't fingers. But it doesn't matter; it doesn't exactly feel uncomfortable (maybe also because he can't see it), it's warm even, and slick, too, and he figures it's definitely an advantage in this case. And then Jack leaves his mouth be for a second before his tongue plunges into his mouth again and oh, Charlie whimpers underneath his other arm keeping him firm, and then it's not stretching anymore but oh, that... that... that is going all the way and it doesn't hurt much at all. It just fits, for how stupid and weird and odd it can sound, and then it's thrusting inside him as it would happen if he was having sex the usual way, slow at first and faster then, retreating and then plunging forward, and Charlie has to meet it, his hips following the pace as Jack keeps on kissing him like the world was going to end or something. A hand wraps around Charlie's cock, Sawyer's left he thinks, and starts stroking him fast and hard (those two wankers don't really know what mercy means, do they?) and then Sawyer's lips hover on his ear and he's almost purring come on, just give it to me, won't you? and Charlie comes with a muffled cry against Sawyer's hand and there's a last thrust and he figures Sawyer's coming too. Jack's hand not covering his eyes suddenly disappears and the body behind his shivers, but then the hand is gone and Charlie wakes up on his bed in the he-never-knew-how-to-pronounce-it five star hotel in Finland.

He feels a bit disoriented for a second until he hears noises from the next room. Right. Sure. Liam. DriveShaft. Finland. Third tour. And fuck, fuck, fuck, he knows he shouldn't have taken those... pills or whatever they were which Liam told him he had to try.

He should make a vow of shortening the sex, drugs and rock n' roll trio to a more safe duo of sex and rock n' roll, but the problem is that as whacked out and mad and odd and weird and just stupid that dream was, well, he had kind of liked it. Bollocks, he really needs to get a grip.

End.
 
 
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Phelipa: always_a_boomcharladayphelipa on May 13th, 2009 11:58 pm (UTC)
Hee.
I love the Shannon/Juliet one! (Haven't had a chance to read the other one yet!)
“Also, Juliet? That thing you’re wearing is awful.” I love it! Of course Shannon would point out the ridiculous Dharma Jumpsuit ;)
I love the line you threw in there abour Richard, "I think he's born with it." - I can almost hear the second half of the maybelline commercial, hehehe.
I also really liked the ending paragraph - they're quite cute together :D
the female ghost of tom joad: lost faradayjanie_tangerine on May 14th, 2009 08:09 am (UTC)
Ha, the other one is the craziest thing ever crazied. I think. But when I wrote it originally they said it wasn't that disturbing, lol.

Seriously, thanks so much! I had been wanting to write Shannon's opinion on that jumpsuit because you know she'd probably hate it. And joking on Richard that way is easy but never gets old, lol. And yeah, he's born with the Maybelline! Thanks again, glad you liked it!
Shonatoestastegood on May 14th, 2009 01:15 am (UTC)
Oh my god, I could hear your Shannon voice so perfectly in that fic. It was awesome! And, yeah, she would totally perv on Richard given the chance. ;)

And I shall once again cackle at the awesomeness of your tentacle sex. You're brilliant.
the female ghost of tom joad: lost shannonjanie_tangerine on May 14th, 2009 08:08 am (UTC)
LOL, no, I'm not but thanks again. It was a blast to write! ;) Though the one I'm doing you for the kink meme thing will be another one I fear. ;)

And thanks so much! Writing Shannon is such fun. I miss her so much. :( And hey, we'd ALL perv on Richard!
Shona: enchanted - edward (this does not pleasetoestastegood on May 14th, 2009 12:10 pm (UTC)
I had a dream about tentacle sex last night. D: It was very disturbing and I am TOTALLY blaming you for it!
valhalla37valhalla37 on May 14th, 2009 09:55 pm (UTC)
Oh my gosh, both of these had me giggling so hard - especially Shannon's little quips and Charlie's POV. I didn't really know what to expect from either a Juliet/Shannon pairing OR tentacle sex, for that matter, but these were both so great! :D
the female ghost of tom joad: lost -> generaljanie_tangerine on May 15th, 2009 12:43 pm (UTC)
Ha, thanks so much! I had a crack out of the first one (and a scare out of the second back when I wrote it...), but Shannon is such fun. Charlie actually intimidates me but for once I was more intimidated by the prompt. And don't worry, I didn't know what to expect from the tentacles either. :D thanks so much again!
missy_useless: julietmissy_useless on May 15th, 2009 11:13 pm (UTC)
I love your Shannon, and I love the idea of Juliet/Shannon and ooh, that fic made me smile, so thank you. I, too, love her comment on the jumpsuit. Oh, how I miss her. (And gah, I miss Juliet already.) Great fic. :)
the female ghost of tom joad: lost shannonjanie_tangerine on May 16th, 2009 01:28 pm (UTC)
Thanks so much! I have a kick out of writing Shannon. She's so much fun, offing her was some loss. *sigh* And considering the subject I tried to make it as light as possible, so glad that it worked. And don't miss Juliet yet! *hugs* Thanks again, glad that you liked it! ♥
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the female ghost of tom joad: lost julietjanie_tangerine on May 17th, 2009 02:54 pm (UTC)
Oh, don't worry! I was the one posting it at unholy hours too, I can only get it. ;) ;)

Very much glad to hear you liked it! I seriously hope for Juliet that she meets Shannon, if she's dead. Thanks for giving them to me because they were awesome to write and I really should write Shannon more. She's too much fun for her own good. Thanks again,! ♥
elliotsmelliot: Shannonelliotsmelliot on May 18th, 2009 04:16 am (UTC)
Finally Juliet got a partner who is a match for her! This was cute, and I mean that in a good way.

The only interesting thing is watching that Richard undress.

Um, can I hang out with Shannon and Juliet?

Also I think you are the only person who could make tentacle sex make any sense.
the female ghost of tom joad: lost shannonjanie_tangerine on May 18th, 2009 08:40 am (UTC)
Ha, Shannon is indeed a match, isn't she? And thanks! Actually, I was aiming for cute, or at least fun.

And can I come with you three? ;)

And thanks so much. I still don't know how did I write that thing, but if it makes sense then I'll just ignore that small fact. Thanks again, glad you liked these! (Well, I already knew about the second, but still.)

alemyrddin: Jack Sawyer smirkalemyrddin on June 25th, 2009 12:23 pm (UTC)
omg, Jack/Charlie/Sawyer tentacle!sex - how the hell did that happen??
LOL. Just kidding. It was actually weirdly hot. :)
the female ghost of tom joad: lost jack/sawyer ♥janie_tangerine on June 26th, 2009 02:26 pm (UTC)
HEEEE, well, blame toestastegood, she asked for it. ;) ;) Thank you so much though!!