Conception Alternate - Part 7/7
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diandrahollmanOnce again, I apologize for the amount of time it has taken me to finish this story. Since this was supposed to be an alternate scene, technically it should blend back into the original "Conception" here (sometime after Jack arrived back at camp), but it's taken on a life of it's own, so maybe it should be allowed to stand on it's own. I'll leave it up to the reader to decide.
E-Mail: diandrahollman@yahoo.com
Rating: TV-14
Keywords: Slash, mpreg, labor, Jack/Sawyer
Spoilers: Ha! Yeah, right.
Disclaimer: They don’t belong to me, but I suppose technically they belong to fandom now that Darlton and Bad Robot and ABC are done with them.
Dedication: To everyone who stuck with me through the original epic story. To the Powers That Be and the fandom of the greatest, most ground-breaking and mind-boggling show in recent broadcast television history, possibly ever. Yes, I might be getting nostalgic. *curls in a ball and sobs*
Author's Notes: This started as an alternate scene to Christine’s birth in my story “Conception” that takes place in an alternate universe where A) Jack is able to give birth without a c-section and B) Jack escapes the Others at the same time as Sawyer and Kate or is still pregnant when they go back for him (you decide). It sort of grew into a short story of its own.
Previous chapters here
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They moved slowly the next day, Sawyer and Sayid carrying Jack between them on a crude stretcher which Jack nearly rolled right off of in his sleep. Kate and Juliet acted as sentries, walking close to Jack so they could check on him every few minutes or so, but keeping most of their attention on the jungle, weapons held at ready to defend their group from any threat.
They stopped when they reached a small river. While Sayid and Juliet set up camp and restocked their water supply, Kate helped Sawyer bathe Jack. Juliet had insisted it would help with his healing stitches as well as keep him cool and comfortable.
Jack revived when he was in the water and blinked up at them, crouched over him in their underwear. The late afternoon sunlight coming through the trees created a halo effect around their heads. It was such a strange sight that it made him giggle.
"Just relax, Doc," Sawyer murmured.
Jack felt the arms supporting him tighten a little - Sawyer's. Which meant the hands running the wet cloth over his arms belonged to Kate. "'m I dreaming?"
"No, baby."
"Look like angels," he muttered as his eyes slid shut. He was tired and that light shining through the trees was making his eyes hurt.
He missed the worried look Sawyer and Kate exchanged.
Kate gently rested the arm she had been washing on Jack's upper abdomen. "Jack, are you in pain?"
He was quiet for a long time. Long enough for them to wonder if he hadn't fallen back into unconsciousness.
"Doc," Sawyer called softly.
"'m here," Jack said in a small voice.
"That's good. C'n you open your eyes for me, baby?"
"Light hurts."
"It's okay," Kate said, reaching to support his neck with one hand while she ran the cloth gently over his hair and face. "You don't have to. Do you have a headache?"
Jack hummed an acknowledgement, relaxing into Sawyer's arms, focusing on the feel of Kate's soft hands and the blessedly cool water they smoothed over his skin. He drifted for a while, feeling like he was floating, listening to their voices as they murmured to each other, unconcerned with the actual words they were saying, just letting the soothing sounds lull him.
He was half asleep when he was lifted from the water and carried back to shore. Gentle hands coaxed him to take pills, the voices making encouraging noises as he complied. He thought he felt Sawyer's lips brush his forehead as he drifted back to the inviting, pain-free darkness of sleep.
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The next time Jack was aware of his surroundings he could hear waves crashing on the beach. He blinked as the inside of Sawyer's tent swam into focus, struggling to keep his eyes open. He heard a noise on the other side of the tent and strained to make out what it was. Sawyer slept with his back to the chunk of fuselage that made up the far wall of the shelter, half curled around a tiny bundle in the blanket-covered sand.
Christine. The noise he'd heard had come from his daughter.
She made the noise again and Sawyer came awake with a start, looking around frantically for a moment before his eyes settled on Jack. A slow smile spread across his face. "You're awake." His voice was rough.
"Yeah," Jack rasped.
Sawyer grunted and moved to sit up. Christine whimpered in protest. "Yeah, I know, darlin'," he muttered. "Come on." He half-shuffled toward Jack with Christine cradled in one arm and laid her gently on his chest, face down.
Jack instinctively reached for her, wrapping his hands over her tiny body protectively. She snuffled and drifted to sleep almost immediately, her ear pressed to his chest, drooling onto his skin.
"Guess that's all she needed," Sawyer murmured, running his fingers along her face reverently.
Jack finally looked at Sawyer, taking in the exhaustion practically coming off him in waves. "How bad?"
Sawyer shook his head and reached for a blanket, pulling it around both Jack and Christine. "This okay?"
Jack nodded.
Sawyer cradled Jack's face between his palms and kissed him - a desperate kiss full of relief and a barely restrained sort of rough possessiveness. "Don't you ever do that t'me again," he said in a low, strained voice, his forehead pressed to Jack's, warm breath spilling over his face.
Jack freed one hand from the blankets and reached for Sawyer, tangling weak fingers in his hair, pulling him in for another, gentler kiss. His mind was still too sluggish to form the sort of response he would like to give Sawyer - that he couldn't make such a promise, but he understood the stress and emotional pain he had gone through with this experience and he would gladly do anything in his limited power to keep him from going through it again. So he simply nodded.
Sawyer curled up against him, one arm slung across his waist just below Christine's swaddled feet, head pillowed on Jack's shoulder, and drifted into an exhausted sleep.
Jack closed his eyes and listened to sound of his daughter's breathing, felt Sawyer's own warm breaths spill across his throat, until he too succumbed to a healing sleep, safely cocooned in the warmth of the two people who meant the most to him.
THE END
E-Mail: diandrahollman@yahoo.com
Rating: TV-14
Keywords: Slash, mpreg, labor, Jack/Sawyer
Spoilers: Ha! Yeah, right.
Disclaimer: They don’t belong to me, but I suppose technically they belong to fandom now that Darlton and Bad Robot and ABC are done with them.
Dedication: To everyone who stuck with me through the original epic story. To the Powers That Be and the fandom of the greatest, most ground-breaking and mind-boggling show in recent broadcast television history, possibly ever. Yes, I might be getting nostalgic. *curls in a ball and sobs*
Author's Notes: This started as an alternate scene to Christine’s birth in my story “Conception” that takes place in an alternate universe where A) Jack is able to give birth without a c-section and B) Jack escapes the Others at the same time as Sawyer and Kate or is still pregnant when they go back for him (you decide). It sort of grew into a short story of its own.
Previous chapters here
***************
They moved slowly the next day, Sawyer and Sayid carrying Jack between them on a crude stretcher which Jack nearly rolled right off of in his sleep. Kate and Juliet acted as sentries, walking close to Jack so they could check on him every few minutes or so, but keeping most of their attention on the jungle, weapons held at ready to defend their group from any threat.
They stopped when they reached a small river. While Sayid and Juliet set up camp and restocked their water supply, Kate helped Sawyer bathe Jack. Juliet had insisted it would help with his healing stitches as well as keep him cool and comfortable.
Jack revived when he was in the water and blinked up at them, crouched over him in their underwear. The late afternoon sunlight coming through the trees created a halo effect around their heads. It was such a strange sight that it made him giggle.
"Just relax, Doc," Sawyer murmured.
Jack felt the arms supporting him tighten a little - Sawyer's. Which meant the hands running the wet cloth over his arms belonged to Kate. "'m I dreaming?"
"No, baby."
"Look like angels," he muttered as his eyes slid shut. He was tired and that light shining through the trees was making his eyes hurt.
He missed the worried look Sawyer and Kate exchanged.
Kate gently rested the arm she had been washing on Jack's upper abdomen. "Jack, are you in pain?"
He was quiet for a long time. Long enough for them to wonder if he hadn't fallen back into unconsciousness.
"Doc," Sawyer called softly.
"'m here," Jack said in a small voice.
"That's good. C'n you open your eyes for me, baby?"
"Light hurts."
"It's okay," Kate said, reaching to support his neck with one hand while she ran the cloth gently over his hair and face. "You don't have to. Do you have a headache?"
Jack hummed an acknowledgement, relaxing into Sawyer's arms, focusing on the feel of Kate's soft hands and the blessedly cool water they smoothed over his skin. He drifted for a while, feeling like he was floating, listening to their voices as they murmured to each other, unconcerned with the actual words they were saying, just letting the soothing sounds lull him.
He was half asleep when he was lifted from the water and carried back to shore. Gentle hands coaxed him to take pills, the voices making encouraging noises as he complied. He thought he felt Sawyer's lips brush his forehead as he drifted back to the inviting, pain-free darkness of sleep.
***********
The next time Jack was aware of his surroundings he could hear waves crashing on the beach. He blinked as the inside of Sawyer's tent swam into focus, struggling to keep his eyes open. He heard a noise on the other side of the tent and strained to make out what it was. Sawyer slept with his back to the chunk of fuselage that made up the far wall of the shelter, half curled around a tiny bundle in the blanket-covered sand.
Christine. The noise he'd heard had come from his daughter.
She made the noise again and Sawyer came awake with a start, looking around frantically for a moment before his eyes settled on Jack. A slow smile spread across his face. "You're awake." His voice was rough.
"Yeah," Jack rasped.
Sawyer grunted and moved to sit up. Christine whimpered in protest. "Yeah, I know, darlin'," he muttered. "Come on." He half-shuffled toward Jack with Christine cradled in one arm and laid her gently on his chest, face down.
Jack instinctively reached for her, wrapping his hands over her tiny body protectively. She snuffled and drifted to sleep almost immediately, her ear pressed to his chest, drooling onto his skin.
"Guess that's all she needed," Sawyer murmured, running his fingers along her face reverently.
Jack finally looked at Sawyer, taking in the exhaustion practically coming off him in waves. "How bad?"
Sawyer shook his head and reached for a blanket, pulling it around both Jack and Christine. "This okay?"
Jack nodded.
Sawyer cradled Jack's face between his palms and kissed him - a desperate kiss full of relief and a barely restrained sort of rough possessiveness. "Don't you ever do that t'me again," he said in a low, strained voice, his forehead pressed to Jack's, warm breath spilling over his face.
Jack freed one hand from the blankets and reached for Sawyer, tangling weak fingers in his hair, pulling him in for another, gentler kiss. His mind was still too sluggish to form the sort of response he would like to give Sawyer - that he couldn't make such a promise, but he understood the stress and emotional pain he had gone through with this experience and he would gladly do anything in his limited power to keep him from going through it again. So he simply nodded.
Sawyer curled up against him, one arm slung across his waist just below Christine's swaddled feet, head pillowed on Jack's shoulder, and drifted into an exhausted sleep.
Jack closed his eyes and listened to sound of his daughter's breathing, felt Sawyer's own warm breaths spill across his throat, until he too succumbed to a healing sleep, safely cocooned in the warmth of the two people who meant the most to him.
THE END
