Another Life - Part 8
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diandrahollmanHappy Holidays! Here's some Jawyer fluff/mild angst. Not in that order. :D
Another Life
by Diandra Hollman
E-Mail: diandrahollman@yahoo.com
Date Finished: ? I'm working on it.
Rating: PG-14, with scattered moments of R.
Keywords: slash, Jack/Sawyer, Alt!Verse
Spoilers: Nothing really detailed or time specific. This just lives in the sideways verse of season 6. Sort of (see author's note).
Disclaimer: I don’t own them. I'm not really sure anyone *technically* owns them anymore but Darlton blah blah Bad Robot blah ABC blee blee don't sue.
Dedication: To![[info]](https://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif)
ellel for inspiring me to write this story. And to the cast and creative team behind one of the best damn shows ever televised. You will be missed.
Author's note: Much as I loved the finale and thought it was totally appropriate this story will henceforth assume that Daniel's "let's detonate a hydrogen bomb" plan worked and follow my crackpot version of quantum suicide theory. In other words, when the bomb went off, our characters were split into two different universes. One where the bomb didn't go off, and one where it did. Both universes are very real and neither is purgatory.
Previous entries
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“Daniel has a theory about dreams.”
Ford glanced at David, twisted half-sideways in the passenger seat. “Who the hell’s Daniel?”
“His piano teacher,” Jack answered from the back seat. Ford caught him rolling his eyes in the rear view mirror.
“He says there’s an infinite number of parallel universes, right? And they’re all different in some way, like you could be a cop in one and a criminal in another. He thinks sometimes when you dream, you *see* those other universes.”
Ford frowned. “So you think your dad is seein’ me kill him in another universe?”
“Not *you*,” David corrected. “Some other version of you. He calls you Sawyer...maybe that’s your name there.”
Ford snorted. “This Daniel guy...he some sorta new age hippee?”
David flustered. “It makes sense, doesn’t it? I mean, if there are multiple universes and multiple versions of you in those universes, your memories could – I don’t know – get mixed up somehow with their memories.”
Ford laughed. “Well, I don’t dream much, but believe me the dreams I’ve had weren’t no *memories*. Least not of anythin’ that ain’t happened to me in *this* universe.” He thought of a recent dream he’d had featuring Jack handcuffed to the bars of his precinct’s holding cell, moaning like a porn star as Ford fucked him. Pure wishful fantasy, though the idea of recreating *some* elements of it was appealing. “’sides, why would I want to kill your dad?”
David shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe he was trying to kill you in that universe.”
Ford glanced at Jack in the rearview mirror again. He wasn’t looking at either of them – his eyes fixed on something outside the window. Ford tried to imagine being so enraged that he could take the man’s life, but it was impossible. Jack was frustrating and yes, Ford could readily imagine wanting to smack him upside the head, but the idea of wrapping his hands around Jack’s neck and squeezing until the life left his warm, gentle eyes made Ford sick. And the thought of Jack trying to kill him seemed even more ridiculous – parallel universe or no. “I could never hurt your daddy,” he said softly.
Jack’s eyes met his in the rearview mirror for a moment, then slid away quickly. “Pull in here,” he directed as they arrived at the hospital.
Ford pulled up to the door he’d indicated and put the car in park. “Guess I’ll see you Monday then?”
Jack nodded, already opening his door. “C’mon, David.”
David climbed from the car reluctantly and followed his father into the hospital entrance.
Ford sighed, then headed toward the parking garage. Might as well check in with Miles as long as he was there.
*********
Ford had just reached the door to his apartment that evening when his phone rang. He tucked the six pack he’d just bought on his way home under his arm and fished the phone from his pocket. “Ford.”
“Uh...it’s Jack,” the voice on the other end said awkwardly.
Ford froze, his key halfway into the lock, and smiled. “Doc?”
“David thinks he may have left his iPod in your car.”
Ford’s smile faltered. “Oh...” He finished unlocking the door and pushed it open, telling himself it was ridiculous to think Jack would call him for social reasons. “Okay, well...I can drop by your office on Monday after work...”
“Actually...do you have plans for dinner?”
“Dinner,” Ford repeated, kicking the door shut behind him.
Jack sighed. “Claire is helping me make dinner and she insists I should invite you.”
Ford’s lips twitched. “Claire.”
“Yeah, but if you’re busy...”
“No,” Ford interrupted before Jack had a chance to talk himself out of it. “I ain’t busy. What time do you want me there?”
TBC
Another Life
by Diandra Hollman
E-Mail: diandrahollman@yahoo.com
Date Finished: ? I'm working on it.
Rating: PG-14, with scattered moments of R.
Keywords: slash, Jack/Sawyer, Alt!Verse
Spoilers: Nothing really detailed or time specific. This just lives in the sideways verse of season 6. Sort of (see author's note).
Disclaimer: I don’t own them. I'm not really sure anyone *technically* owns them anymore but Darlton blah blah Bad Robot blah ABC blee blee don't sue.
Dedication: To
ellel for inspiring me to write this story. And to the cast and creative team behind one of the best damn shows ever televised. You will be missed. Author's note: Much as I loved the finale and thought it was totally appropriate this story will henceforth assume that Daniel's "let's detonate a hydrogen bomb" plan worked and follow my crackpot version of quantum suicide theory. In other words, when the bomb went off, our characters were split into two different universes. One where the bomb didn't go off, and one where it did. Both universes are very real and neither is purgatory.
Previous entries
*************
“Daniel has a theory about dreams.”
Ford glanced at David, twisted half-sideways in the passenger seat. “Who the hell’s Daniel?”
“His piano teacher,” Jack answered from the back seat. Ford caught him rolling his eyes in the rear view mirror.
“He says there’s an infinite number of parallel universes, right? And they’re all different in some way, like you could be a cop in one and a criminal in another. He thinks sometimes when you dream, you *see* those other universes.”
Ford frowned. “So you think your dad is seein’ me kill him in another universe?”
“Not *you*,” David corrected. “Some other version of you. He calls you Sawyer...maybe that’s your name there.”
Ford snorted. “This Daniel guy...he some sorta new age hippee?”
David flustered. “It makes sense, doesn’t it? I mean, if there are multiple universes and multiple versions of you in those universes, your memories could – I don’t know – get mixed up somehow with their memories.”
Ford laughed. “Well, I don’t dream much, but believe me the dreams I’ve had weren’t no *memories*. Least not of anythin’ that ain’t happened to me in *this* universe.” He thought of a recent dream he’d had featuring Jack handcuffed to the bars of his precinct’s holding cell, moaning like a porn star as Ford fucked him. Pure wishful fantasy, though the idea of recreating *some* elements of it was appealing. “’sides, why would I want to kill your dad?”
David shrugged. “I don’t know. Maybe he was trying to kill you in that universe.”
Ford glanced at Jack in the rearview mirror again. He wasn’t looking at either of them – his eyes fixed on something outside the window. Ford tried to imagine being so enraged that he could take the man’s life, but it was impossible. Jack was frustrating and yes, Ford could readily imagine wanting to smack him upside the head, but the idea of wrapping his hands around Jack’s neck and squeezing until the life left his warm, gentle eyes made Ford sick. And the thought of Jack trying to kill him seemed even more ridiculous – parallel universe or no. “I could never hurt your daddy,” he said softly.
Jack’s eyes met his in the rearview mirror for a moment, then slid away quickly. “Pull in here,” he directed as they arrived at the hospital.
Ford pulled up to the door he’d indicated and put the car in park. “Guess I’ll see you Monday then?”
Jack nodded, already opening his door. “C’mon, David.”
David climbed from the car reluctantly and followed his father into the hospital entrance.
Ford sighed, then headed toward the parking garage. Might as well check in with Miles as long as he was there.
*********
Ford had just reached the door to his apartment that evening when his phone rang. He tucked the six pack he’d just bought on his way home under his arm and fished the phone from his pocket. “Ford.”
“Uh...it’s Jack,” the voice on the other end said awkwardly.
Ford froze, his key halfway into the lock, and smiled. “Doc?”
“David thinks he may have left his iPod in your car.”
Ford’s smile faltered. “Oh...” He finished unlocking the door and pushed it open, telling himself it was ridiculous to think Jack would call him for social reasons. “Okay, well...I can drop by your office on Monday after work...”
“Actually...do you have plans for dinner?”
“Dinner,” Ford repeated, kicking the door shut behind him.
Jack sighed. “Claire is helping me make dinner and she insists I should invite you.”
Ford’s lips twitched. “Claire.”
“Yeah, but if you’re busy...”
“No,” Ford interrupted before Jack had a chance to talk himself out of it. “I ain’t busy. What time do you want me there?”
TBC
