Lost riffs prompt: water, hands, music, green. Also using for fanfic100 prompt #78, "Where?"
Word count: 215
He knows the song, but he can’t quite place it. He wishes someone would turn up the volume because he thinks he knows the words. Or used to know them, once.
The music fades and there’s just the tickling sensation of water running over his body. He’s lying perfectly still, so it must be the water that’s moving. The water is cold but there’s a warmth in it... hands, rough to the touch but tender in their movement, brush over him. There’s a familiarity to them, but like the music, he can’t put a name to them.
When he opens his eyes, he sees only the dimmest green light, filtered and strange like he’s looking through water. He blinks. Everything is blurry. There’s someone sitting next to him, but he can’t make out the face. “Are we underwater?” his own voice sounds raspy, unused.
He’s met with a surprised laugh. “No, Sawyer. You’re safe.”
“Shit. Thought maybe you were a mermaid.” He sighs, not sure if he’s disappointed or relieved. Already his eyes are closing again. He has to remember to ask Jack about the song next time. He can’t remember it now anyway, not with the sound of Jack laughing over him.
He drifts off, half-certain it is the ocean he’s sinking under.