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Strategy (Sawyer/Sayid) NC-17

Title: Strategy
Pairing: Sawyer/Sayid
Summary: Sayid wanted to talk strategy and that was fine by him.
Rating: NC-17
Spoilers: One of Us
Note: Early birthday fic for themoononastick. *mwah!* Also written for this week's Lost Riffs prompt: "anticipation, cold, knife." Huge thanks to zelda_zee for the beta.





They followed Juliet back to the camp, not bothering to be discreet about it. It was hardly a secret that they regarded her as their enemy, as someone whose every move needed to be watched and questioned.

She had been telling the truth about what was in the case and as they saw her hand it over to Jack, watched him open it up and nod, it seemed she’d been telling the truth about that as well. Jack shot her a smile and led her towards Claire’s bedside. Sawyer’s stomach clenched at the sight. Jack. Trusting her. It was so many kinds of wrong, he didn't know where to begin.

Sawyer let out an audible huff of frustration and Sayid turned to look at him, shaking his head. His eyes held a dark warning of violence, one that Sawyer knew must be mirrored in his own.

“Come. There is nothing more we can do tonight.” Sayid leaned closer, his voice dropping to a mere rumble in his throat. “Not here.”

Sawyer nodded. Sayid wanted to talk strategy and that was fine by him. Better than sitting here, like Kate, watching Jack’s and Juliet’s heads bent together. She was standing a few feet off, casting resentful glances in Juliet’s direction.

“We should get Kate in on this,” Sawyer said, starting towards her.

Sayid, with a gentle hand on his arm, stopped him. “She’s better off staying here.”

When Sawyer scowled back, Sayid added, “It’s useful for Kate to keep an eye on her.” He gave Sawyer a meaningful glance and Sawyer looked away. He didn’t need to say it. Kate’s jealousy made her the ideal watchdog. It gave Sawyer small comfort.

Sayid was already walking away. Sawyer took one last look at Kate’s mournful face and followed. He wasn’t sure what was worse, seeing Jack acting like that woman was one of them or Kate’s pinched, hurt expression. He knew just how Kate felt but instead of bringing them closer together, it was only driving them farther apart.

He followed Sayid away from the camp. The two men walked in silence, the only sound the soft crunch of sand under their feet, which gave way to the snap of twigs as they left the beach and struck out into the jungle. The sun was setting and Sawyer didn’t make a habit of going into the jungle at night. But Sayid was leading the way. The man walked like a cat and maybe he could see in the dark like one too. He walked on, as sure of his destination if it were broad daylight.

Finally, he seemed to decide they had gone far enough, out of sight and earshot of the rest of the camp and then he threw his pack down and sat beside it. He rubbed his temples and when he dropped his hand, all Sawyer could see of his face was the glitter of his eyes and the brief flash of teeth when he spoke.

“We have a few choices. We can try to get her alone again, force her to talk. We could ask someone else to occupy Jack, fake a medical emergency.”

“Pretty hard to top Claire’s. That was awful damn convenient,” Sawyer said, settling down next to Sayid on the damp ground.

“The timing was suspicious. I couldn’t help but wonder...”

“If she staged it? So now Claire’s one of them?” Sawyer snorted. “Hardly.”

“She did spend a great deal of time with them. Longer than Jack.”

The idea of sweet, innocent Claire being capable of such a ruse nearly made Sawyer laugh. But then the thought of what might have happened to Jack since his and Kate’s escape brought that cold knot of dread back to his stomach.

“You think they did something to him.” It wasn’t a question.

“We must consider the possibility. He is so changed. Towards Kate. Towards me. It was almost as if he resented that we came to his aid.”

Sayid told Sawyer of what he’d seen of Jack among the Others, how he’d joked and laughed with them. Sawyer tried to picture Jack tossing a football around like he didn’t have a care in the world. That was one mental image that just wouldn’t gel.

Sawyer, in turn, recounted how he’d seen Juliet operate, how she’d tasered him without blinking an eye, how she'd shot Pickett. “She’s a cold one. Sure, she helped us escape, but she’s got some endgame of her own. I’d as soon trust her as ... well, never.”

“Does Jack have a reason to trust her so implicitly?”

”Search me,” Sawyer sighed, stretching out his legs. He glanced up. The moon suddenly shone through the canopy of leaves overhead, casting the jungle and the two of them in a silvery light. “He sure as hell never trusted me.”

A second ago, he might not have caught Sayid’s quick smile, but he could see it plainly now. “Ahh, but you went out of your way to antagonize him.”

“Someone had to. Uptight, self-righteous sonofabitch.” Sawyer’s throat was tight. It felt like the man he was talking about, the one he’d enjoyed baiting and kidding, the one he’d gotten surprisingly damned fond of, was gone for good. One week and the guy was just gone. Sure, he walked like Jack and talked like Jack, but something was off and it wasn’t just the way he ushered her around like fucking royalty. Something had turned Jack against Kate and that hurt Sawyer almost as much as it hurt her.

“You suppose they told Jack? The things she said...” Sawyer didn’t want to meet Sayid’s gaze.

“They are well informed,” Sayid said after moment’s pause. “It is a technique I have used myself. Know your enemy. Know them so well that you know which buttons to push to make them bend and which to make them break.” His voice hadn’t changed but it sent a chill through Sawyer. “When you know a person that well, you can convince them that they are someone else. You can keep at it until they no longer know who they are. Until they need you to tell them.”

He’d been unable to picture a carefree, happy Jack but a cold, heartless Sayid was a man he’d seen all too well. He couldn’t believe he was sitting here, strategizing with Sayid. It felt like a lifetime ago, but his fingers ached at the memory of those tiny little bamboo slivers, and he rubbed them on his rough denim of his jeans.

Somehow, somewhere along the way, Sayid had stopped being an enemy and become an ally. Things changed, sure. But for Jack to cozy up overnight to someone who had caused the three of them nothing but suffering, that he couldn’t understand. Not from what he knew so far.

“He looks ... there wasn’t a mark on him.”

Sayid shrugged. “Fear is a great motivator. Starvation. Humiliation. But I am just speculating. Jack, for all we know, is just choosing a very unfortunate time to believe in the essential goodness of strangers. I do wonder how they know these things. My past is not so secret, I imagine. But what she said about you...”

Sawyer froze, like he had when Juliet had coldly thrown it in his face. He’d just let her take the case out of his hand, shock flooding through him that anyone knew. How could she possibly know?

A wave of nausea hit him, hard, like it had that night. He bent over, suddenly certain he was going to be sick. “Don’t see how...” he said between gritted teeth. “Middle of fuckin’ nowhere...” No point in denying it. The whole thing came crashing down on him. He had somehow learned to live with it, but now Jack knew and They knew and Sayid knew and it was just like living it all over again, the blood, the death rattle sounding harsh and loud from Duckett’s chest as Sawyer stood there in the rain and watched him die, and, like a little boy, wished to God he could just take it back.

He was vaguely aware of a hand on the back of his neck. The fingers curled into his hair, petting him as you would a sick child. “Sawyer.” Sayid didn’t seem to know what to say, but his touch was soothing. The nausea seemed to be passing but Sawyer couldn’t move.

When Sayid spoke, his voice was soft. “I know what it is to live with guilt. You killed one man? I tortured dozens. I broke their spirits. Maimed their bodies. Destroyed their lives. I told myself it was all for a purpose, that it was my duty. But ...” His voice trailed off. Even years later, it seemed, he hadn’t been able to justify it to himself. Or had just stopped trying.

“It was somethin’ I had to do,” Sawyer insisted, glad now for the darkness. “My whole life, I looked for that man. And then when I found him, he was the wrong one. The wrong one.” He choked. He wasn’t going to spill his whole life story. He didn’t need to explain himself to Sayid.

“It doesn’t matter.” Sayid was saying. His hand brushed Sawyer’s face and Sawyer flinched. Sayid took his head in his hands and forced it up to to face him. “They don’t really know you. They are using their knowledge of our pasts as a weapon. Next time, we will be ready.”

Sayid gently tucked a stray lock of hair behind Sawyer’s ear. "They don't know you," he said softly and then he breathed Sawyer’s name again, like a question, as he leaned in.

The anticipation of Sayid’s lips on his was more of a shock to Sawyer than the kiss itself. The ache of sorrow and despair changed into a different kind of ache as the warmth of Sayid’s mouth spread through him with a jolt.

Sayid held him fast, his hands buried in Sawyer’s hair as if to stop him from bolting until Sayid decided he was done with his slow exploration of Sawyer’s mouth. At first, Sawyer just gave in, let his jaw slacken, too overwhelmed to do anything but follow where Sayid led, just lie back as Sayid straddled him, as he felt the hardness of Sayid’s cock against his own.

Without his realizing it, his hand was fisting in Sayid’s shirt and with that realization came the urgent need to be touching Sayid, skin on skin. His hand went to the hem of Sayid’s T-shirt -- hovering at the waistband of his pants -- before sliding up and under the ribbed cotton.

Sayid broke the kiss, his breath hitching in his throat as Sawyer’s fingertips traveled over his stomach, following the line of hair trailing down his abdomen, teasing his hand upward until his palm was centered over Sayid’s heart. He could feel it beating as hard as his own. He kept it there for a moment, a pause to make sure this connection was real. The heat from Sayid’s body, his breath, hot on Sawyer’s cheek, the fingers twined in his hair were surely real. Nothing else might have existed in this moment but the two of them, hushed as if the next word either spoke might send the other running.

Sayid drew back, the moonlight bright enough for Sawyer to see the unasked question in his eyes.

“Yes,” Sawyer sighed, arching up and Sayid bent again to kiss him. This time, there was nothing gentle about his kiss. He ravaged Sawyer’s mouth, teeth scraping and bruising his lips, his tongue swiping over the roof of his mouth with an impatient little hiss as he pushed deeper, thumbs digging into the pulse point just under the hard line of Sawyer’s jaw, seeking more control, more access, until Sawyer yielded.

He ground his hips against Sawyer, breath coming faster as Sawyer rose to meet his challenge. There was no more hesitation, just hands grappling with buttons and tugging impatiently at bothersome fabric. A brief, shared laugh as they got in each other’s way in the rush to undo Sawyer’s jeans and then Sayid was gripping his cock tight and Sawyer’s head fell back because it felt so goddamn right.

“Sawyer.” He’d never heard his name like that on Sayid’s lips, a low half-growl that had him panting as much as the motion of Sayid’s hand.

He clutched at the hair on Sayid’s chest, now bare and damp with sweat, tugging harder when Sayid grunted in encouragement. He sat up halfway, wanting that connection again, needing to bury his hands in Sayid’s hair, pull him down into a breathless kiss, a slow slide of tongues that rivaled the slickness of Sayid’s palm, the exquisite flick of a wrist mirroring the darting, ticklish tip of Sayid’s tongue. Sayid slowed suddenly, as if he only wanted to feel the pulse of Sawyer’s cock in his hand, feel it throb and know that Sawyer was groaning with the need for him to continue.

Sawyer nearly cried out when Sayid released him. With a lazy grin that Sawyer had never seen before, Sayid took Sawyer’s left hand in his, guiding it down his torso, until they were both clasped around the stiffness of Sayid’s cock. Sayid’s mouth fell open, his eyes squeezing shut as Sawyer picked up the rhythm from him, their gasps overlapping, each touch, each noise urging the other one on. Sayid hitched his hips closer and then his hand reclaimed Sawyer, encompassing both of them. Sawyer gasped, his fingers wrapping around Sayid’s and then they were both thrusting hard, foreheads pressed together as they brought each other, gasping, to completion.

Sayid uttered something low and incomprehensible when he came, the fingers of his other hand digging cruelly into Sawyer’s hip, biting down at the tender skin of Sawyer’s neck. Sawyer, following just a moment or two after Sayid, felt the orgasm rip through through him like a sharp knife of pleasure, gutting him from his groin to his throat, laying him open, flushed and hot and gasping. Breath bled out of him, a slow, sure inrush of well-being filling him instead.

Sayid lie on top of him, solid and heavy, heart pounding through his chest, murmuring softly in a way he probably wasn’t even aware of himself.

Sawyer found himself brushing damp strands of hair from Sayid’s face, slack and content where he'd collapsed onto Sawyer’s chest.

They didn’t move for several minutes, just getting their breath back, prolonging the moment, not wanting to break this unexpected connection. Sawyer’s skin started to cool, and he shivered. Sayid sat up finally, reaching for their scattered clothing. He handed Sawyer his shirt and jeans and they each dressed in silence.

Sawyer cleared his throat, not at all sure what to say, so he said nothing.

“It was the night before the flight?” Sayid said at last.

“What was?”

“Your ... the man you shot. Is that what she said?”

Sawyer stiffened. So they were back to that. “Yeah?” He packed as much Just fuckin’ drop it hostility as he could into his one-word response.

“I always wondered why ... why you let things go so far over the inhalers, why you seemed to want to be tortured.”

“Ah.” Sawyer snorted, shifting uncomfortably. “Well, there you go. Now you know everything about me.”

”I didn’t say that.” Sayid’s voice was crisp, contrite and a rebuke at the same time. “It’s just ... I am sorry I hurt you. I had sworn never to hurt anyone again. And now it seems it is all that I can do.”

“Don’t be too hard on yourself. It’s a rough world,” Sawyer sniffed. “And this place is maybe just a little rougher than most. You’re a handy guy to have around.”

“Yes?”

Sawyer recognized the hopeful note in Sayid’s answer. He knew just what to say now.

“Yeah, you’re real handy in all kinds of ways,” Sawyer said, grin firmly in place. He was on familiar ground now. For a man who’d taken the upper hand, Sayid was displaying a surprising vulnerability after the fact. He just needed a little sweet talk, a little encouragement. “Good thing we’re on the same side.”

“Yes, it is a good thing.”

Sayid wore the faintest smile as he clapped his hand on Sawyer’s knee. Sawyer’s hand closed over his, and he let it linger there, warm with promise.

This wasn’t over yet. Not by a long shot.

Comments

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ficangel
Apr. 17th, 2007 08:27 pm (UTC)
Ooooh, I like this a lot. What a great way to restart the S/S renaissance.
halfdutch
Apr. 18th, 2007 02:19 am (UTC)
Thank you, hon. The resurgence of Sawyer/Sayid has been one of the (only?) good things to come out of S3.
bachlava
Apr. 17th, 2007 08:41 pm (UTC)
Wow. Sawyer/Sayid has always struck me as a really difficult (if really hot;) pairing to make work - although I've really only seen good writers even attempt it, so the corpus of fic for it is really jewel, tiny but brilliant. I am tempted to overextend this metaphor ridiculously and thank you for adding another... face? ... to the jewel. (I'm a humanities student; all I know about jewels is that they're sparkly and I can't afford them.)

I think it's especially tricky to make the pairing work within "One of Us" canon - the glimpses we saw were enticing and frankly yummy, but it was also very much a case of Sawyer pining after Kate and Sayid... well, Sayid just being sexy as always. And pining for Jack. Or something. But you've managed to take the microscopic bit of emotional and character feasibility they gave us in the episode and stretch it into a really good, substantive scenario. Excellent work looking at the complications of Sawyer's feelings toward Kate - he still wants her, but he's also come to care about her independently of that. I loved how you've developed that whole dynamic and explored Sayid's involvement in it. Your characterization of how they would approach the, um, hot part, on technical and emotional levels before and after the fact, also struck me as spot on.

Okay, enough rambling... Bottom line: We Are Impressed, and you are totally getting an official DharmaInitiative Dad in a Box. Alternatively, a free plot bunny to love and cuddle: Sayid and Sawyer totally have Teh Hott Sweaty Mansex while they watch Juliet get fed to a polar bear; optional threesome with Jack. (*is silly.*)
bachlava
Apr. 18th, 2007 12:24 am (UTC)
That should be "really like a little jewel," but I am too brilliant to figure out my own keyboard. Go me.
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themoononastick
Apr. 17th, 2007 09:24 pm (UTC)
Squeeeee! *tacklehugs* THANK YOU, babe, I love it! :D

Not only is it spectacularly hot and yummy (I got stuck rereading one particular paragraph over and over again *g*) but I love the way you've taken that little sliver of something from the episode and woven it in here, expanding it so that this makes such perfect sense and is now, in my mind, exactly what happened after they got back to the beach. I'm also very much in love with the shifting powers within it, Sayid taking the lead and then being unsure afterwards and Sawyer knowing just what to say - that dynamic works so well for them, just gorgeous.

Thank you again, hon *mwah!*
♥ ♥ ♥
halfdutch
Apr. 18th, 2007 03:02 am (UTC)
YAY! I'm so glad this meets with your approval, hon, esp. since it's only my second go at these two. But when canon hands them to us on a platter, I can only comply! Whatever else you want to say about Lost right now, them teaming up is a very good thing indeed.

I'm not sure where that dynamic came from but I did like the idea of Sawyer regaining his trademark seductive mojo at the end there, just as I do like the idea of Sayid plunging in and only afterwards thinking maybe he shoudn't have. For the longest time, I thought of Sayid as being rather "proper" and couldn't see my way into sexing the man up. Little did I know I had to let him get things started! :)

Happy (early) Birthday! I would love to write these two again so if you have any prompts ... :)
gottalovev
Apr. 17th, 2007 10:12 pm (UTC)
I really hoped that someone would expand those scenes, and I am so happy that you are the one to do it! yay!

this is fabulous, I love their interaction. their worry about Jack, then the shift about discussing the bomb Juliet dropped. I loved Sawyer's reaction, him getting almost physically ill at the thought. We all know that behind his acting all tough, he's vulnerable and it was a great touch.

the two of them pairing? that is a lovely place for me, reading it was all shades of hot. ♥
halfdutch
Apr. 18th, 2007 03:11 am (UTC)
Thank you! I knew someone had to seize those scenes and run with them and I really wanted to play with how they would react to knowing each other's secrets. And, of course, that and their concern over Jack, I figured would be enough to bring them closer together. :) I'm really enjoying seeing Sawyer get some meaty scenes that don't revolve around Kate and of course Sayid has been on a great roll lately so them together was just POW!

I'm so glad you liked what I did with them here, that Sawyer would keep his front up with Juliet but let his guard down around Sayid because yeah, I think he would be horribly shaken to know that one of the worst moments in his life is being used against him. And then Sayid just has to step in to comfort him, of course! ;)

Thanks again, hon!

piratenista
Apr. 18th, 2007 12:55 am (UTC)
That was soooo good! Loved where you took them. I found reading this as satisfying as eating a really good meal with the perfect glass of wine. Absolutely satisfying. Thanks!
halfdutch
Apr. 18th, 2007 03:13 am (UTC)
Oh wow, thank you! :) That is wonderful fb indeed! I am loving these two being on the same side!
cynthia_arrow
Apr. 18th, 2007 02:01 am (UTC)
Oh, we needed that fic.

You managed to keep them both in character (and subtly handle the torture issue) while still providing the kind of flashes of vulnerability we need to see but are so hard to pull of with either man, much less while they're together.

And it was hot. Also very important. :)
halfdutch
Apr. 18th, 2007 03:17 am (UTC)
Oh, thank you!

I guess I was working through a lot of my own issues about what's going on with Jack through them. And of course, I wanted to explore what kind of effect Juliet's revelations would have on them, since that's the kind of thing we're not going to see in canon, which led to that shared vulnerability. I agree, writing these two is hard and it's always eluded me before. This is only my second time writing them but canon is cooperating so nicely, I had to try again! :)
haldoor
Apr. 18th, 2007 07:05 am (UTC)
oh wow... I've been pretty much staying away from any fic that's spoilerish as it's hard to read stuff when you don't know what's happening on the series, but I have to say I couldn't resist a little S/S and boy was it worth it! Oooh, if this is a sign of some more slashiness in the show, yay for me in the upcoming department!

Oh, very very hot, btw, and I love the vulnerability of Sayid here - he's often portrayed as so aloof and self-controlled, so it's nice to see a bit of fear in there too!
halfdutch
Apr. 21st, 2007 07:53 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much! And awww, you braved spoilers to read this! *hands you a Lost fic medal of honor*

I definitely seized on this interaction between them in this episode because a) they're the only ones making sense right now and b) it was damn hot!

And I'm so pleased to think I got Sayid right. He is a tricky character to write because he is so controlled. I was just happy to have hit upon a dynamic that would allow them to get, ahem, closer. :)
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frightened
Apr. 18th, 2007 09:40 am (UTC)
Oh. Oh. Lovely angsty boys, there.

as Sawyer stood there in the rain and watched him die, and, like a little boy, wished to God he could just take it back.

That line just broke my heart. I do love Sawyer when he's just not as heartless as he'd like to be. He's so broken.

Also:

“Yeah?” He packed as much Just fuckin’ drop it hostility as he could into his one-word response.

“Ah.” Sawyer snorted, shifting uncomfortably. “Well, there you go. Now you know everything about me.”

You've captured his defensiveness perfectly there. Canon, if canon were consistently written that well, which it isn't. Like the "don't you feel sorry for me" in 'Confidence Man'. Aw, Sawyer and all his 'don't you dare get past my nasty armour cos I can't deal with that'-ness.

And aw, Sayid:

“I always wondered why ... why you let things go so far over the inhalers, why you seemed to want to be tortured.”

”I didn’t say that.” Sayid’s voice was crisp, contrite and a rebuke at the same time. “It’s just ... I am sorry I hurt you. I had sworn never to hurt anyone again. And now it seems it is all that I can do.”

And aw, Sawyer:

"Don’t be too hard on yourself. It’s a rough world"

And there's that sweet forgiveness he said he was all out of.

Oi! Writers! MORE SCENES BETWEEN THESE TWO! 'All The Best Cowboys...' was good but it wasn't enough, dammit.

This is GREAT fic.
halfdutch
Apr. 21st, 2007 07:51 pm (UTC)
Oh wow, thank you! I'm overwhelmed! :)

I do love these two teaming up and I'm glad I took the idea and ran with it since that may be all we're getting for now. :-/

And I totally agree, Sawyer is both more caring and more vulnerable than they sometimes give him credit for. But damn if the boy isn't desperate for some lovin.' If there's one good thing that's come about from S3, it's that Sayid has come back into his own as a character, whenever he's had screentime that is. And when Sawyer has something to do besides pine over Kate and be the comic relief, then I'm a happy girl, so their interaction was definitely a highlight! ;)

Thank you so much for this glowing feedback!
deej240z
Apr. 18th, 2007 09:42 pm (UTC)
Wowey wow wow! That was all kinds of hotness. This was terrific! And fresh. I like the dynamic you've created between these two. If only we could have more on the show so your muse may be peeked again to write more!
halfdutch
Apr. 21st, 2007 07:48 pm (UTC)
Oh, i didn't even think you liked this pairing! But hey, when the show hands you lemons, make lemonade, eh? They practically gave this to us on a platter and since they're bound and determined to wreck all my other ships for good, might as well.

And damn, I was sorely disappointed in this week's ep to see no Sayid and everything seemingly back to "normal" and no more reaction of any kind to the Juliet situation, except on a ridiculous soap opera romance level.

I would love to see more S/Sd interaction but I think I'm going to sit out Lost for a bit until they're done with the filler eps and get down to some finale-type action.

Anyway, thank you for reading and so glad you enjoyed it!
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zelda_zee
Apr. 18th, 2007 10:29 pm (UTC)
I really love this fic. I think the small changes you made to it really perfected it. I'm so glad you stuck with it. :)

I love the moment at the end when Sayid confesses that he had always wondered why Sawyer let things go so far. It seems what happened back in CM just has to carry through into any S/Sd fic, you can't get away from it.

I also loved the part where Sayid describes understanding the technique of knowing your enemy well enough to break them. That just sounds so very much like Sayid to me, it really struck me as being perfectly in character.

I'm glad you took that sudden connection between them and went with it. It's been a long time since these two have had any real canon interaction and I'm glad someone mined it for what it offered. And you got to work through some Jack issues at the same time!

Finally... hawt! Yeah, S/Sd hot, angsty jungle!sex! Sooo good! *sighs happily*
halfdutch
Apr. 21st, 2007 07:45 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much for your help on this one. Gah, writing Lost fic anymore is such an emotional rollercoaster. Just like watching the show! And yes, this definitely helped me work through some Jack issues!

Anyway, I'm so glad you liked this since I always look to you as the Sawyer/Sayid expert! And I agree, writing this pairing always does harken back to the events of CM, if these two are getting together for the first time. I think in a lot of S/Sd fics, that gets glossed over and since any interaction of consequence seems to disappear without a trace on the show, I always love to explore the repercussions something like that would have in real life. I think my favorite fics I read always touch on the ongoing issues from their pasts and what's happened since the crash. It's those kind of reverberations that seem sorely lacking on the show. (Sorry, can't seem to get off that topic!)

Anyway, I kind of can't believe I was the first person to take this new dynamic and run with it but I'm glad I did and thank you so much for the handholding.


theladylucilla
Apr. 23rd, 2007 02:22 am (UTC)
Loved it! Very hot.
I see I'm not the only one who was very happy to see Sawyer & Sayid team up in 'One of Us'. It was about damn time!
halfdutch
Apr. 23rd, 2007 05:41 am (UTC)
Thank you! Seeing them team up made me very, very happy! I hope we get more of that before the season is out, but if not, well, I'll take the crumbs.
ellie_pierson
Apr. 23rd, 2007 02:39 am (UTC)
Sawyer and Sayid are just made for each other. That particular episode was just proof of that. They just wander into the jungle after Juliet and seem to be in synch with each other.
halfdutch
Apr. 23rd, 2007 05:42 am (UTC)
Sawyer and Sayid are definitely on the same wavelength right now and I love that. They make a great (and extraordinarily hot!) team! ;)
lillyjk
May. 2nd, 2007 01:59 am (UTC)
honey, you write these boys together really well. *nudges* they have so much in common and that line about Sawyer wanting to take back ...

The whole thing came crashing down on him. He had somehow learned to live with it, but now Jack knew and They knew and Sayid knew and it was just like living it all over again, the blood, the death rattle sounding harsh and loud from Duckett’s chest as Sawyer stood there in the rain and watched him die, and, like a little boy, wished to God he could just take it back.



oh I do love it when the boys angst!
halfdutch
May. 3rd, 2007 08:16 pm (UTC)
*loves*

Thank you for the kind words, hon. Canon shoving these two together again (more than ever, really!) is the best thing about S3.

If these two got to talking, I know they'd find they have a lot in common and a lot of raw hurt that needs soothing. And of course, in fic, that always leads to teh pr0n. ;)
danakszoul
May. 20th, 2007 07:55 am (UTC)
That was just... gah. Gorgeous in every conceivable way.

=^_^=
Anneko
halfdutch
May. 20th, 2007 04:05 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much! :)
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