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09 July 2009 @ 03:53 pm
fic, Lost: Are We Going To The Same Place? If So, Can I Come? (Jack, Sawyer), PG  
*is catching up with luau stuff*

Title: Are We Going To The Same Place? If So, Can I Come?
Rating: PG
Characters: Jack, Sawyer
Words: 1463
Spoilers:for the S5 finale. (Also in the summary, so I wouldn't read that if you didn't see said episode.)
Summary: Jack takes another sip and he's unable to take his eyes off Sawyer. Or James. Or Jim. Fuck knows how should he call him, especially since standing to reason Jack has never met a Jim LaFleur. Even if he remembers meeting him thirthy-something years ago.
Disclaimer: nothing here is mine if you were wondering.
A/N: (late) fic for Queen siluria at lostsquee who requested bad weather. Er, well, I have no excuse for this except that I always wanted to write Nirvana!fan!Jack goes to Seattle. Title stolen from a Pearl Jam song since we're talking grunge. I think I did my research right, but since I dunno if some stuff here would require trips to Wikipedia, Sub-Pop = Nirvana's first record label, Crocodile Cafe = venue where I think everyone who can be labeled as grunge has played sometime between late eighties and mid nineties. Er, okay, I think I'm done blathering.

Jack is completely and utterly drenched as he runs into the first Starbucks he sees and closes the door behind him; water pours down in a small pool at his feet, falling from his coat and damn, maybe he shouldn’t have gone to Seattle in autumn of all seasons. He knew that there was going to be rain and a lot of it, but... well, it wasn’t something he was going to postpone. Even if he shouldn’t have had any reason to, not when Oceanic Flight 815 hadn’t crashed.

The problem is, or maybe isn't, that everyone remembered everything. He doesn’t know if Daniel had known that. Jack never tried to search for him though; maybe some things are better left alone, or so was his opinion anyway.

He shrugs and coughs, already foreshadowing the cold he’s going to catch; not that he minds. For now, it was totally worth it. He moves from the entrance along with three or four other people, everyone dripping water all over the floor as he does; he hears thunder outside and rains falls down harder on the shop’s windows. Jack goes straight to the counter and asks for whatever they have which has the less sugar in it, takes his coffee, the heat from the cup pleasurably heating his cold skin, then heads for the nearest free spot. He takes the coat off, realizing that the upper part of his shirt is wet, too. He just hopes his hair starts to dry soon, which should be actually not that much of a feat considering the heat in the shop. Talk about temperature difference, he thinks as he takes a sip. His eyes are closed when he hears someone sitting in front of him; he doesn’t mind, the place was half-full anyway and...

“Well, of all the places in the world I’d have never thought I’d find you here.”

Jack’s eyes snap open; for a second he wonders if he has mistaken the voice, but... not really. Sawyer is sitting in front of him, some disgusting frappuccino thing in the cup he’s holding, his hair falling all over his face, as wet as Jack’s (actually, even more since it’s longer than Jack remembered when he saw him in LAX lest). His jacket is drenched, too, as Sawyer pulls it out and folds it over his chair.

“I could say the same thing,” he answers. Jack takes another sip and he's unable to take his eyes off Sawyer. Or James. Or Jim. Fuck knows how should he call him, especially since standing to reason Jack has never met a Jim LaFleur. Even if he remembers meeting him thirty-something years ago.

“Well, I was gettin’ sick of sun, beaches and all that jazz. Y’know. Change of scenery.”

“So you live here?”

“More or less. For now. Maybe. And you still haven’t answered.”

“You never asked anything.”

“Doc, don’t be a smartass here. Ain’t your thing either. I said this ain’t the place I’d have figured to find you in.”

“It’s... complicated.”

“Why, is it because of something that never happened?” Sawyer’s voice darkens a bit, and Jack takes a long breath. His left hand trembles under the table.

“Yeah. I suppose someone told you about what... what I was up to in the last year before we... didn’t come back, right?”

“Yeah, and ‘twasn’t anything fun. And what does it have to do with Seattle?”

“I wanted to visit Sub-Pop.”

Sawyer stops drinking from his frappuccino and stares at Jack like he’s gone completely batshit crazy. Which, Jack figures, maybe isn’t that far out.

“Sub-Pop. You. What, you became a Nirvana fanboy?”

Jack half smiles and Sawyer honest-to-God rolls his eyes. Jack is kind of surprised here; considering how they left each other last time and how they didn’t leave each other on the island before the bomb went off, it’s strange that Sawyer is still here at all.

“I wouldn’t joke about that.”

“Shit, Jack, it’s so fucking obvious. I mean, dammit, Nirvana? You ain’t much original, y’know that?”

“What can I say, I started late. And anyway, I just... back then, I just... wanted to go here. Never did. And then... well, I know it never really happened, but still. What’s so fun?”

“Nothin’. It’s just... fuck, I’d have expected Charlie to do this crap, not you.”

“Who tells you that Charlie hasn’t done it already?”

“Whatever. Point taken. So, you liked that?”

“Hell, yes. Why, what’s so fun again?”

Sawyer is half-smiling over the frappuccino, the wet hair still plastered all over his forehead, even if it’s starting to dry.

“You even bought yourself a flannel shirt. Well, well, ain’t you the one full of surprises?”

“That was because it’s cold.”

“Yeah, sure, whatever. So, what’s your next stop on your grunge tour?”

“Uh. For the next four hours, probably checking out some shops. For this evening...”

Jack checks into the inner pocket of his coat, where thankfully his wallet stayed dry. He opens it and carefully places a ticket over the table, wondering about Sawyer’s reaction.

“You bought tickets for fucking Mudhoney at fucking Crocodile Cafe.”

“It’ll close in 2007. I read that some two weeks before, you know, going back. And I thought, crap, now I’ll never get to go there, and now that I can, I will.”

“Mudhoney. Jesus Christ. Mudhoney.”

“What do you have against Mudhoney?”

“They’re noise. Though I guess that ain’t really the point.”

“It isn’t,” Jack answers earnestly as he drinks the last of his coffee.

“What are you up to? With the exception of pullin’ grunge stunts,” Sawyer asks then, his voice suddenly a lot more serious.

“Not much. I... I got in contact with Penny Widmore the day after we landed. You know.”

“Yeah. Good point. Y’know if...”

“No. I didn’t ask to call and maybe they’re hiding. If she did that.”

“And?”

“I’ve been checking Miami newspapers.”

“... me too.”

There’s silence for a while as Sawyer finishes his coffee, hair half dry and half wet, something glinting in blue eyes whenever they meet Jack’s for a couple of seconds; Jack doesn’t say that checking Miami newspapers didn’t bring any news and Sawyer doesn’t either. It hangs between them for the length of time the silence lasts, even if it strangely isn’t as uncomfortable as it should be by all rights.

“You hope she’s gonna turn up sometime?”

“Well, we didn’t crash, I never was there, I never operated on Ben. If he does die... I just have this idea that it might be too late. Or too early anyway. But nothing stops me from checking, right?”

“Same here. Checking won’t hurt, huh?”

Jack shakes his head and puts the ticket back in place. He really should shut up, except that he can’t. When did he become the talkative one?

“Hey. I mean. Last time we saw each other... it wasn’t... you know. I mean, I get it if you’re...”

“Doc. There ain’t no point. I fucked up, you fucked up, I dunno if the fact that it worked is a fuck up or not, but if there’s one thing I learned is that holding a grudge for somethin’ that didn’t even happen is nonsense.”

Jack nods and looks out of the window; the rain isn’t showing any sign of stopping.

“You know, if you live here, I’d have thought you would at least bring an umbrella with you.”

“Yeah, well, not my style.”

“Right. I figure it’s not. Well, it’s... it’s been good to see you.”

Sawyer raises an eyebrow.

“Really,” Jack adds, suddenly feeling like this is the most intimate conversation he has ever had in his life, and when the corner of Sawyer’s mouth raises slightly he feels just relieved. It’d be nice if he knew exactly why, but he won’t overthink that.

“Well. Good to know. You goin’?”

“Yeah, I guess. I have, uh, a list.”

“Of record shops?”

“... yeah.”

“Christ, you really are full of surprises. When you said that gig is?”

Jack checks the hour, then shrugs.

“In four hours or so. Why, do you...”

“Just shut the fuck up, Doc. It’s depressing enough that you’d go there twenty years too late at least, but at least if I go with you it won’t be as fucking pathetic.”

Jack shakes his head and nods, unable to avoid the small smile stretching over his lips on its own; he steps back into the pouring rain leaving the door open and Sawyer reaches his side out on the streetwalk.

“So, at least you know where you need to go now?”

“I checked a map at my hotel.”

“Of fucking course,” Sawyer mutters before following him down the road as it starts raining harder. Jack, almost surprisingly but maybe not, doesn’t really mind.

End.
 
 
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southernwolfesouthernwolfe on July 9th, 2009 02:19 pm (UTC)
Oh wow! Amazing! I LOVE it. You've captured them both perfectly!!!
the female ghost of tom joad: lost jack **janie_tangerine on July 9th, 2009 03:33 pm (UTC)
Oh, thank you SO much! ♥
siluria: Lost_boys_hugssiluria on July 9th, 2009 08:46 pm (UTC)
Hun, this really is fantastic! Not only do you have so many nods to canon, but you have a wonderful Lost-esque impossible meeting, great dialog, and one of those fuzzy warm happy endings... oh and Starbucks ;) Thank you so much!!! xxx
the female ghost of tom joad: ILUjanie_tangerine on July 9th, 2009 09:26 pm (UTC)
Aw, thank you so much! ♥ I can't avoid canon even when I try, can I? *cough* Seriously, the idea wasn't going to go away anytime soon so much glad to hear it pleased you! And ha, Starbucks is always good to have around, isn't it? *cough again* Thanks again!!
Allie: Charlie's musicalliecat8 on July 10th, 2009 03:57 am (UTC)
Ahhhh, lovely, darling! Y'know, I was a Nirvana fan back in the day, and it made me think, when you mentioned Charlie and I realized that in this scenario he would've been "brought back to life," I wish there was some way we could turn back time for Kurt Cobain and bring him back, too!

Why doesn't it surprise me that I share a fandom with Jack? I'm kinda retro-nerdy like that. ;)

if there’s one thing I learned is that holding a grudge for somethin’ that didn’t even happen is nonsense.”

Now that shows just how much Sawyer has grown up, that he can forgive Jack for something that once made him feel so enraged and devastated. It touched me so much that Jack was looking at the Miami papers hoping to find Juliet (for Sawyer, I'm sure). That's just so sweet.

I adore it that you found a way to combine Nirvana and Jack and Sawyer! You're amazing!
the female ghost of tom joad: lost charliejanie_tangerine on July 10th, 2009 08:13 am (UTC)
Ha, HI fellow Nirvana fan! I love Nirvana to pieces. Which I guess it's why my Jack love gained even more points when he went to the funeral home blasting Nirvana out of his truck, bless him. (I actually had a half-epic thing re Nirvana and Jack which I should seriously finish, but whatever, back on topic.) And don't I wish that too? *misses Kurt*

And much glad that you liked Sawyer here, I wondered if I was stretching it too much but then I figured that if I had them remembering I wasn't going to throw out five seasons of character development out of the window. And aw, yeah, it was searching for Juliet for the reasons you said. ;)

Thanks so much! And ha, well, I'm awesome like that, am I not? (Joking here, I'm not, but.. ;) ) ♥
the story girl: Lost: jack sawyer prettyeponine119 on July 10th, 2009 04:27 am (UTC)
I liked this! Great idea. And oh, the rain, the rain. This made me think about that kind of rain and how much I love it and, yes, the time I got caught in that kind of downpour in Seattle. Reading this made me very happy. :)
the female ghost of tom joad: lost jack/sawyer bitchingjanie_tangerine on July 10th, 2009 08:09 am (UTC)
Oh, thanks so much! And ha, I never got caught in Seattle's downpours but if/when I ever manage to go there and do Jack's itinerary.. well, who knows. ;) Thanks again, glad you liked it! :)
Zelda: Jackzelda_zee on July 13th, 2009 08:37 am (UTC)
EEE! You wrote Jack and Sawyer in my hometown! That's so cool!

It's a fun fic and I really like their encounter, and the fact that Sawyer decides to go with Jack to the show.

It may interest you to know that the Crocodile reopened about a year ago, which made people very happy. It's a dive, but it's a classic around here.

Also, you got it right about the umbrella. Seattleites often go out without umbrellas in bad weather, don't ask me why.
the female ghost of tom joad: lost nirvana!jackjanie_tangerine on July 13th, 2009 09:24 pm (UTC)
Heee, I did! One day I'll visit too though, I want to follow Jack's footsteps. ;)

And thank you so much, I'm really glad you liked it! Especially coming from one who comes from the place. ♥

Oh, that's cool that it's still there! I knew it had closed in 2007 and I think I read on some magazine that it was going to re-open but I didn't know it had. Awesome news, I have to say.

Ha, I don't know if the umbrella thing comes from something I already knew or if it wasn't but it's awesome to hear I got that right.
elliotsmelliot: Jack beardelliotsmelliot on July 19th, 2009 08:05 pm (UTC)
Great idea! It is interesting to see Jack become Nirvana!Jack of a whole different sort. I really liked how their conversation transitioned from music to more serious matters. The whole meeting is like a bittersweet grunge song.
the female ghost of tom joad: lost nirvana!jackjanie_tangerine on July 24th, 2009 11:10 am (UTC)
Thank you so much! Hee, you know that one can be a Nirvana fan also without being a self-destructive person *cough*, but I guess I can't leave Nirvana!Jack alone. Much glad you liked the conversation and the fic! ♥
alemyrddin: Jack Sawyer smirkalemyrddin on July 27th, 2009 03:07 pm (UTC)
aw. this is so cute. I love the idea that they both remember and that they both check the newspapers looking for Juliet.
"This can be the start of a beautiful friendship", you know?
Even the rain is appropriate! ;)
the female ghost of tom joad: ILUjanie_tangerine on July 27th, 2009 11:56 pm (UTC)
Aw, thank you so much, I'm so glad you liked it! And yeah, I figured they would if they did remember. Or I'd want them too.

(And I was totally referencing THAT, go you! ;) )
missy_useless: jack/sawyermissy_useless on August 15th, 2009 07:43 pm (UTC)
Sweetie, I'm so, so sorry for being so late! I am so behind on my reading list - too many fics posted during the last few weeks - and I am just very slowly catching up. Again: Sorry.

And now: What a wonderful fic! Aww. So adorable. It made me feel so good. It is so much fun to see this kind of Nirvana!Jack. Lovely work, Janie! :D
the female ghost of tom joad: lost jack/sawyerjanie_tangerine on August 15th, 2009 10:01 pm (UTC)
Sorry for what? I'm so behind it's not even funny, and on writing too. Don't make me think about that...

And thank you so much!! <333 healthy Nirvana!Jack is always good to have around, right? I'm so happy that you liked it!