Conception - Part 36
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diandrahollmanConception
By Diandra Hollman
Feedback: Would love it! Here or at diandrahollman@yahoo.com
Rating: PG-13 (or whatever the TV rating for the show is...14?) for this chapter.
Keywords: Slash, Jack/Sawyer, Mpreg and a pretty good share of roughing up of Jack just because.
Spoilers: Series follows cannon, sometimes loosely, sometimes very closely, from the Season One finale through season four.
Disclaimer: See prologue. They're not mine. I just like to play with them occasionally.
Author's Notes: See prologue. There is no cannon here.
Again, Christine is mine. Jack and Sawyer's undying love for each other belongs to fandom. :)
Previous chapters
*******
The next time Sawyer woke alone in bed he had only a moment to panic before registering the chair beside the head of his cot with Jack’s backpack perched on it. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and extracted the piece of paper Jack had left half-hidden under it.
‘Went to find Claire,’ it said simply. ‘Love you.’
Sawyer smiled, crawled slowly out of bed, and began gathering his scattered clothes from the floor of the cabin.
*******
He found them at the port railing, watching a couple of whales swimming in the distance and talking quietly.
Sawyer crept up quietly and slid his hands around Jack’s waist from behind, pulling their bodies flush and nuzzling the doctor’s neck.
“Really, must you always feel my brother up while we’re talking,” Claire asked lightly, her eyes twinkling with amusement.
Sawyer sighed dramatically and slowly withdrew his arms. “Alright then, I guess I’ll go back to my room.” He smirked as Jack twisted around in his arms and kissed him enthusiastically. “That’s better,” he murmured against Jack’s lips.
Jack hummed and pulled Sawyer back against him, soaking in his warmth in the cool morning air. “We were just talking about the kids.”
“I may think twice about sitting my new nephew,” Claire added with a wink.
Sawyer’s eyebrow raised slightly and he looked at Jack. “Really?”
“He’s two,” Jack defended. “They don’t call that age ‘terrible’ for nothing. Though he’s always been more difficult than Chrissy or Aaron...”
Claire sighed. “I can’t believe I missed three years of my son’s life.”
“Join the club, sister,” Sawyer muttered. “So...you adopted Aaron?”
Jack’s fingers faltered in their rhythmic circles on Sawyer’s back. “No. When we got back we kind of had a lot of public attention. We said Aaron and Christine were Kate’s to avoid turning it into a circus.”
‘Freaks and all,’ Sawyer thought and held back a wince.
“When my pregnancy started to show I basically went into hiding. Kate wore pregnancy pads when she went out in public – the kind actors use to fake pregnancies – and we passed JJ off as hers too. When Widmore died and we could finally admit we weren’t the only survivors we told everybody we lied about Aaron to protect him and Claire and turned him over to Claire’s mother.”
“Wait...” Sawyer felt his head spin a little. “Thought you said your momma was dead.”
Claire shook her head, a rejuvenated smile spreading across her face. “She was in a coma. I guess she woke up.”
“She approached me at dad’s funeral,” Jack added.
“So everyone thinks Chris and...JJ are Freckles’ kids?”
Jack shrugged. “Why wouldn’t they?” He brushed a wind-blown strand of hair from Sawyer’s eyes. “We’ll tell the kids the truth when they’re older, but right now they’re too young to understand where babies even come from, much less how they are different.”
“So I don’t suppose you’ve tracked down Chrissy’s daddy then.”
Jack froze, his breath faltering.
Sawyer misunderstood his hesitance. “Yeah, yeah, I know. *I’m* her daddy, but I ain’t been around and I figure the guy oughta know he knocked you up.”
“I...” Jack made a sputtering, coughing noise, closed his eyes, took a deep breath and tried again. “I can’t. He’s dead.”
Sawyer’s expression softened a little, though he couldn’t help but feel a small measure of relief to know that he wouldn’t have to compete with Christine’s “real” father. “You found ‘im,” he said lamely.
“So did you. We buried him on the island.”
Sawyer stared dumbly at Jack. “What?”
“It was Boone,” Jack said softly.
Sawyer heard Claire gasp, reassuring him that he wasn’t the only one Jack had kept this secret from. “Boone. The skinny kid you damn near killed y’rself tryin’ to save?”
Jack flinched and nodded slowly.
“Oh, Jack...” Claire’s hand fell lightly on Jack’s arm, unsure, but wanting to lend what support she could.
Sawyer’s arms fell slack, slipping from Jack’s waist to hang limp at his sides. “You slept with him?”
Jack clung to Sawyer’s neck, preventing him from backing away. “No! Well, yes, but it was just that one time. Before the island. I was drunk and desperate and he wanted to experiment. I didn’t know his name. I thought I would never see him again. When I did...we both agreed not to talk about what happened. We would pretend it *didn’t* happen.”
“Why didn’t you tell me he was Chrissy’s daddy,” Sawyer demanded.
“I didn’t know...”
“Yes, you did. Right after she was born. You said her daddy was some guy ‘t fucked you in a gay bar. Said you didn’t know him. You lied.”
Jack’s mouth opened and closed impotently, unable to think of anything to say. Mostly because Sawyer was right. Jack shouldn’t have lied to him about that – no matter how good his intensions may have been.
“Know what? Forget it.” Sawyer reached up and pried Jack’s arms from around his neck, backing away. “I ain’t talkin’ about this in front of your sister.” He dropped Jack’s hands unceremoniously and turned, heading back toward their cabin.
“Wait,” Jack blurted, moving to follow, but Claire’s arm around his shoulders stopped him.
“Let him go,” she murmured. “Give him some time.”
Jack sagged into her loose hug and nodded dejectedly, blinking back a couple tears.
TBC
By Diandra Hollman
Feedback: Would love it! Here or at diandrahollman@yahoo.com
Rating: PG-13 (or whatever the TV rating for the show is...14?) for this chapter.
Keywords: Slash, Jack/Sawyer, Mpreg and a pretty good share of roughing up of Jack just because.
Spoilers: Series follows cannon, sometimes loosely, sometimes very closely, from the Season One finale through season four.
Disclaimer: See prologue. They're not mine. I just like to play with them occasionally.
Author's Notes: See prologue. There is no cannon here.
Again, Christine is mine. Jack and Sawyer's undying love for each other belongs to fandom. :)
Previous chapters
*******
The next time Sawyer woke alone in bed he had only a moment to panic before registering the chair beside the head of his cot with Jack’s backpack perched on it. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes and extracted the piece of paper Jack had left half-hidden under it.
‘Went to find Claire,’ it said simply. ‘Love you.’
Sawyer smiled, crawled slowly out of bed, and began gathering his scattered clothes from the floor of the cabin.
*******
He found them at the port railing, watching a couple of whales swimming in the distance and talking quietly.
Sawyer crept up quietly and slid his hands around Jack’s waist from behind, pulling their bodies flush and nuzzling the doctor’s neck.
“Really, must you always feel my brother up while we’re talking,” Claire asked lightly, her eyes twinkling with amusement.
Sawyer sighed dramatically and slowly withdrew his arms. “Alright then, I guess I’ll go back to my room.” He smirked as Jack twisted around in his arms and kissed him enthusiastically. “That’s better,” he murmured against Jack’s lips.
Jack hummed and pulled Sawyer back against him, soaking in his warmth in the cool morning air. “We were just talking about the kids.”
“I may think twice about sitting my new nephew,” Claire added with a wink.
Sawyer’s eyebrow raised slightly and he looked at Jack. “Really?”
“He’s two,” Jack defended. “They don’t call that age ‘terrible’ for nothing. Though he’s always been more difficult than Chrissy or Aaron...”
Claire sighed. “I can’t believe I missed three years of my son’s life.”
“Join the club, sister,” Sawyer muttered. “So...you adopted Aaron?”
Jack’s fingers faltered in their rhythmic circles on Sawyer’s back. “No. When we got back we kind of had a lot of public attention. We said Aaron and Christine were Kate’s to avoid turning it into a circus.”
‘Freaks and all,’ Sawyer thought and held back a wince.
“When my pregnancy started to show I basically went into hiding. Kate wore pregnancy pads when she went out in public – the kind actors use to fake pregnancies – and we passed JJ off as hers too. When Widmore died and we could finally admit we weren’t the only survivors we told everybody we lied about Aaron to protect him and Claire and turned him over to Claire’s mother.”
“Wait...” Sawyer felt his head spin a little. “Thought you said your momma was dead.”
Claire shook her head, a rejuvenated smile spreading across her face. “She was in a coma. I guess she woke up.”
“She approached me at dad’s funeral,” Jack added.
“So everyone thinks Chris and...JJ are Freckles’ kids?”
Jack shrugged. “Why wouldn’t they?” He brushed a wind-blown strand of hair from Sawyer’s eyes. “We’ll tell the kids the truth when they’re older, but right now they’re too young to understand where babies even come from, much less how they are different.”
“So I don’t suppose you’ve tracked down Chrissy’s daddy then.”
Jack froze, his breath faltering.
Sawyer misunderstood his hesitance. “Yeah, yeah, I know. *I’m* her daddy, but I ain’t been around and I figure the guy oughta know he knocked you up.”
“I...” Jack made a sputtering, coughing noise, closed his eyes, took a deep breath and tried again. “I can’t. He’s dead.”
Sawyer’s expression softened a little, though he couldn’t help but feel a small measure of relief to know that he wouldn’t have to compete with Christine’s “real” father. “You found ‘im,” he said lamely.
“So did you. We buried him on the island.”
Sawyer stared dumbly at Jack. “What?”
“It was Boone,” Jack said softly.
Sawyer heard Claire gasp, reassuring him that he wasn’t the only one Jack had kept this secret from. “Boone. The skinny kid you damn near killed y’rself tryin’ to save?”
Jack flinched and nodded slowly.
“Oh, Jack...” Claire’s hand fell lightly on Jack’s arm, unsure, but wanting to lend what support she could.
Sawyer’s arms fell slack, slipping from Jack’s waist to hang limp at his sides. “You slept with him?”
Jack clung to Sawyer’s neck, preventing him from backing away. “No! Well, yes, but it was just that one time. Before the island. I was drunk and desperate and he wanted to experiment. I didn’t know his name. I thought I would never see him again. When I did...we both agreed not to talk about what happened. We would pretend it *didn’t* happen.”
“Why didn’t you tell me he was Chrissy’s daddy,” Sawyer demanded.
“I didn’t know...”
“Yes, you did. Right after she was born. You said her daddy was some guy ‘t fucked you in a gay bar. Said you didn’t know him. You lied.”
Jack’s mouth opened and closed impotently, unable to think of anything to say. Mostly because Sawyer was right. Jack shouldn’t have lied to him about that – no matter how good his intensions may have been.
“Know what? Forget it.” Sawyer reached up and pried Jack’s arms from around his neck, backing away. “I ain’t talkin’ about this in front of your sister.” He dropped Jack’s hands unceremoniously and turned, heading back toward their cabin.
“Wait,” Jack blurted, moving to follow, but Claire’s arm around his shoulders stopped him.
“Let him go,” she murmured. “Give him some time.”
Jack sagged into her loose hug and nodded dejectedly, blinking back a couple tears.
TBC
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Date: 2010-07-10 08:25 pm (UTC)Yes, I'm sure Jack has learned his lesson. Though if he ever did it again, I'm sure Sawyer would be perfectly willing to take Jack over his knee. *whistles*
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