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Title: Steve McQueen Never Wore a Motorcycle Helmet
Pairing: Jack/Sawyer
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Sawyer refuses to wear a motorcycle helmet
Note: Written for lostsquee queen uhzoomzip, who wanted Jack & Sawyer and motorcycles. A little snarky, a little sexy, a little angsty and a lot schmoopy. (And more than a little rushed.) And I think I can use this for the.fanfic100 "Independence" prompt.

“Steve McQueen never wore a motorcycle helmet,” Sawyer groused, straddling his Harley. He shook his head, sending his beautiful golden locks flying, as if to emphasize what a crime it would be to cover them up.

“Sawyer,” Jack began, hands on hips as he stood in the door to the garage, hating that he sounded like he was giving a lecture. Why did he always had to be the voice of reason? “Why don’t you use the helmet I got you?” He pointed to the two full-face helmets sitting neatly on their designated shelf. Jack had picked them for their safety rating, choosing white because it increased visibility. Sawyer had hated them both on sight and refused to wear either one.

“Ninety eight percent of motorcycle fatalities happen because of a lack of a helmet.” Jack was saying, sounding like a broken record. He walked over to the bike, the better to admonish Sawyer with just how serious he was.

“Gosh, you got statistics on your side and everything,” Sawyer smirked up at Jack as he caressed the handle bars in a decidedly obscene manner. “Kind of defeats the whole purpose of ridin’ though, don’t it?” He leaned closer to Jack, expertly keeping his balance as he did so. “Kinda like forcin’ a man to wear a condom. Where’s the fun in that?”

Jack frowned but Sawyer’s dimples and seductive, low drawl and the mention of sex had already given him a raging hard-on. Somehow with Sawyer, every conversation came back around to sex. It’s not like he ever thought about much else when Sawyer was so close, smelling sinfully like musk and cigarettes and leather.

Getting angry with Sawyer only led to sex that much faster, made it rougher and hotter. Jack wondered if that’s why they fought so hard, so often. He tried to remember the next part of his argument as Sawyer’s hands roamed from his bike to Jack’s leg, tracing the inseam of his jeans all the way up to his crotch.

That night Sawyer didn’t ride his motorcycle without his helmet -- he didn’t ride his motorcycle at all. Instead he rode Jack until they were both covered in sweat and gasping and swearing, until both their bodies gave out and they collapsed blissfully, argument forgotten, into damp sheets.

The next night, Jack was ready. When Sawyer went out for ride, a brand new helmet was hanging by its strap from one handlebar.

“What the hell is that?” Sawyer demanded, pointing at it like Jack had placed a dead rat on his baby.

“It’s your new helmet,” Jack grinned, shoving Sawyer towards the bike. “German style. Very sleek. You’ll barely know you’re wearing it.”

Sawyer continued to eye it suspiciously from a distance so Jack took the liberty of bringing it to him. “See? It’s black and it won’t cover all your hair or that gorgeous face. And you can still eat all the bugs you want.”

Sawyer had to laugh at that and he grudgingly took it and placed it on his own head. He adjusted the chin strap and walked over to the motorcycle so he could examine himself in one of the side mirrors. “I dunno...”

“Clooney wears one just like it,” Jack said, placing a hand on Sawyer’s shoulder as he admired his reflection in the mirror. “Very hot. And see, your hair looks great in it.”

Sawyer turned this way and that, frowning slightly. It was true. Plenty of his blonde hair peeked out, quite attractively, underneath, flipping up slightly at the ends.

“I still say McQueen wouldn’t be caught dead in one of these. Especially a German one. He spent all of The Great Escape tryin’ to get away from the Nazis, not join ‘em!”

Jack sighed. “Even if no one can see your face -- and they still can -- you’re still the hottest piece of ass on a Harley in San Francisco County. That what you want to hear? You pull up on that thing, helmet or no helmet, and every one, man or woman, uncrosses their legs and wants to buy you a drink.”

Sawyer sniffed and finally nodded. “Okay, Doc Safety. I’ll give ‘er a whirl. But this is just to get you off my back, you miserable tightass.”

“You’re welcome,” Jack laughed, leaning in for a kiss and then he had to hurry to get his own helmet on because Sawyer had already revved his bike and raced off down the hill, his usual farewell whoop of joy clearly audible over the roar of the motor.


It was a fucking good thing, an amazing stroke of luck, Jack thought as he sat in the emergency room, that Sawyer had picked tonight of all nights to wear a helmet. It could have been so much worse, he told himself, echoing the doctor’s words. As it was, Sawyer suffered only a broken arm, three broken ribs and a fucked-up knee.There was some swelling in the brain, but the doctors couldn’t say if there’d been any permanent damage. Jack prayed, even though he knew no one was listening, that Sawyer would be okay.

Jack had seen it all happen in slow motion ahead of him: Sawyer’s bike suddenly swaying to one side and then flipping over, sending him flying right into a lamp post with a sickening crunch. Jack was just seconds behind him and when he got there, Sawyer was unconscious but still breathing, his arm bent at an ugly-looking angle. The new helmet cracked, but it had done its job. Sawyer was alive.

Jack hovered over Sawyer in the recovery room, kissing his scraped-knuckles, waiting for him to wake up to prove that he really was okay.

When Sawyer woke, he was a little punchy at first, but the first thing he asked about was his bike.

“It can be fixed,” Jack smiled, eyes pricking with tears of relief.

“Good,” Sawyer said with a weary smile, eyes closing already. Very quietly, so quietly Jack could barely hear him, he added. “Thanks, Jack.”

”For what?”

”The damn helmet,” he sighed. “Saved my life, didn’t it?”

“Yeah, I think it did,” Jack said, squeezing his hand.

”Shit. I’m gonna ... have to do everything ... you say from now on, won’t I?”

”Maybe,” Jack laughed, bending to kiss Sawyer’s forehead.

“Like give up riding?” Sawyer squinted at him with one eye. He sounded sarcastic but there was an underlying fear there.

Jack didn’t answer right away. He couldn’t imagine Sawyer without his Harley. He couldn’t ask that of him, even now. He sighed. “No, that’s up to you. Wouldn’t want to come between a man and his bike.”

Sawyer’s hand was still clasped between his and now Sawyer squeezed back. “I owe you... “ He seemed to want to say something else but he didn’t have the strength.

“Save it,” Jack said, tucking Sawyer’s hand back under the covers. “You can tell me later.”

Sawyer was already out. Jack settled into the chair next to his bed, determined to get some sleep himself. Sawyer’s bike would be ready for him by the time he was well enough to ride, he vowed. He’d get him a new helmet too. Maybe a blue one, to match his eyes.


( 31 comments — Leave a comment )
Jul. 27th, 2007 05:07 am (UTC)
It's a damn good thing that Jack got Sawyer's stubborn ass to listen to him. Of course he wouldn't wear a helmet, but it's a damn good thing he did. And that he has Jack to take care of him.

Great job, hun. ♥ I loved it.
Jul. 27th, 2007 05:15 am (UTC)
Thank you! It's a bit rushed but I'm trying not to let the luau stress me out this year. But I'm already so behind in my fic reading, there's so much great stuff being written! So thank you doubly for reading this and for loving it! ♥

Jul. 27th, 2007 05:56 am (UTC)
I love that a lot of us were like..they have to have helmets, and Sawyer's excuses NOT to wear one are pretty down the line, do we know them or do we know them.

Thank god Jack is persistent, and no matter what he says, Sawyer listens and gives in..it could have been so much worse, but I have to say, how Jack would have harped on him if he hadn't worn it and it was worse...oh, putting on that helmet not only saved his life, but saved a lot of grief..from Jack.

I love the prompts already, and we are only two days in!!
Jul. 27th, 2007 06:01 am (UTC)
Thanks, hee, we did think a lot alike! :) I prefer everyone else's motorcycle fics (that I've read) to this one but wow yes, everyone is writing so much, it's great!
Jul. 27th, 2007 06:03 am (UTC)
Aw, Sawyer. And Jack. Blue to match his eyes. *sigh*

Loved this.
Jul. 27th, 2007 06:24 am (UTC)
Oh, thank you, hee. It's just a little something but I wanted to do my bit for the outgoing queen!
Jul. 27th, 2007 06:24 am (UTC)
You weren't kidding, this is one jam packed little ficlet!

The Clooney wears one just like it bit made me giggle and the rest made me awww and the end made me breathe a sigh of relief. Lovely!
Jul. 27th, 2007 06:27 am (UTC)
Oh, hee, it was going to be a lot longer and have more of Jack doctoring Sawyer and more sexy/angsty recovery but then it kind of wanted to end where it did. Because haven't I put through Sawyer enough already? :)

I think the Clooney ref is my favorite bit in the whole thing because yes, I DID research that! And pssh, it's nothing compared to yours and all the other wonderful motorcycle fics I've read so far!

(Have I told you yet how much I adore your Jack icon? :D)
(no subject) - cmonkatiekatie - Jul. 27th, 2007 06:40 am (UTC) - Expand
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Jul. 27th, 2007 08:12 am (UTC)
You don't watch House MD, do you?
Because the first thing I thought when I read your title was that you wrote about House's mouse - whose name is, in fact, Steve McQueen and, being a mouse, could have some difficulties in wearing an helmet. With all the Vincent fics I've read, it didn't seem so impossible.
That is, until I realised this isn't the right fandom *giggles by herself*

anyway, back on track: loved this fic, from the beginning, when you described Sawyer, smelling sinfully like musk and cigarettes and leather. (insert impure thoughts here)

And then, the angsty twist halfway through was completely unexpected to me.
For a moment I feared for Sawyer, but then everything was ok.
and... He’d get him a new helmet too. Maybe a blue one, to match his eyes.
oh Jack, the hopeless romantic!


Jul. 27th, 2007 06:13 pm (UTC)
Ha! No, it's not about a mouse, although didn't Stuart Little have a little motorcycle (and helmet) of his own? :)

And Jack is a hopeless romantic, isn't he? At least in our minds. :) Thanks for reading!
Jul. 27th, 2007 09:15 am (UTC)
So much angst... but so well worth it. And the image of Sawyer riding Jack instead of the bike? Oh yes!!!! thanks for sharing - great stuff!
Jul. 27th, 2007 06:12 pm (UTC)
Glad you liked it! And mmm, boys and bikes = teh hott, yes? Did you READ some of those other motorcycle fics? *fans self*

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Jul. 27th, 2007 12:22 pm (UTC)
"Dead rat". *snicker* You always crack me up. *loves*

And that helmet? Can only be worn by those with The Hawt. Or you just look like a dork. In a not good way. :P
Jul. 27th, 2007 06:10 pm (UTC)
Aww, hee, glad you liked it!

And yes, that helmet is not flattering on the non-beautiful. Which is why it works so well on Clooney and Sawyer, of course!
Jul. 27th, 2007 03:13 pm (UTC)
okay, you've totally made me all flail-y and incoherent with this! how cute is cautious!jack, spouting off statistics and buying white helmets for visibility? and the hotness of them flirting over the motorcycle. *dies*

and then the angst! and the schmoop! poor sawyer - san francisco is a dangerous place for a biker!

i absolutely adore this, sweetie - it hit on both of my requests. thank you so much!
Jul. 27th, 2007 06:09 pm (UTC)
Yay! I was hoping to fit both prompts in here, esp. since I saw everyone else was writing extra hot motorcycle porn, figured I'd go in a different direction. Glad it satisfied the queen!

I had a whole lot else worked out to include about San Francisco, including this bitchin' motorcycle bar, Zeitgeist, I used to go to but they just didn't end up getting there! ;) Oh and yes with all those hills and bridges and grating and sinkholes, SF is a dangerous place to ride!
Jul. 27th, 2007 06:57 pm (UTC)
I love seeing Sawyer being such a vain litle creature here. Usually that kind of behaviour puts me off, but I like to think Sawyer is just playing to get in Jack's nerves.

That night Sawyer didn’t ride his motorcycle without his helmet -- he didn’t ride his motorcycle at all. Instead he rode Jack until they were both covered in sweat and gasping and swearing, until both their bodies gave out and they collapsed blissfully, argument forgotten, into damp sheets.

I love it how the fic moves from a teasing, playful mood to a hot, angry one (like on the section I quoted, that's scorching hot stuff) and then to the serious. It feels natural because it covers all the aspects of their relationship. I'm really fond of the image of Jack kissing Sawyer's wounded knuckles on that hospital bed. That's what it's all about, the caring and the love.

Jul. 27th, 2007 09:15 pm (UTC)
Aww, Sawyer is just trying to get Jack hot! ;) And, okay, yes, he is a vain little creature!

Glad that brief graph filled the hotness quotient and that it all flowed. I'm not so sure myself, LOL!
Jul. 28th, 2007 01:51 am (UTC)
This is great. I love that Jack's worrying pays off, and Sawyer knows it. And I really like Jack's new nickname, Doc Safety.
Jul. 28th, 2007 05:07 am (UTC)
Thank you! I really enjoyed seeing a lot of these motorcycle fics where Jack is the one to take chances and live dangerously but yet I also see him so clearly lecturing Sawyer about safety!
Jul. 28th, 2007 08:00 am (UTC)
Aww, sweetness! This made me feel all warm and fuzzy at the end. Thank god for Jack and his insistence on safety. He knows Sawyer all too well, knows exactly how to get him to put that helmet on, with his well-chosen words of flattery. All true though!
Jul. 28th, 2007 05:35 pm (UTC)
Aww, thank you! This one was better in the idea than the execution but I'm glad you got the warm fuzzies and that you liked how Jack talked Sawyer into wearing the helmet! Who says Jack can't be a sweet talker when he needs to be? :)
Jul. 28th, 2007 10:07 am (UTC)
I love these guys all snarky and flirty, and I love how every argument leads to sex, and how Jack wonders if that's why they argue. That's so totally them. And Sawyer being stubborn, even when he knows that Jack's right, continuing on with his Steve McQueen argument, even when he has the helmet on his head. Damn good thing Jack got him to wear it though.

I really love how you paint that time while Jack's waiting for Sawyer to wake up, kissing his knuckles and praying to someone he doesnt think exists. And that conversation afterwards, Sawyer being almost humbled by what happened, and so grateful to Jack. I think you switched really well from the first half to the second, keeping the tone of their relationship intact. Really good job :)
Jul. 28th, 2007 05:37 pm (UTC)
Merci! :) Makes me happy to hear all these transitions worked! And I'd constantly be picking fights with Sawyer, too, if it lead to teh hot makeup sex! :) (And I couldn't resist the schmoop at the end there!)
Jul. 28th, 2007 10:40 pm (UTC)
Wow, what an ending! That felt strangely longer than it actually was. And the dialogue was perfect, especially the hilarious stuff in the beginning.

Amazing fic!
Jul. 29th, 2007 05:56 pm (UTC)
Thank you! I guess it was an eventful little fic, eh? :) Glad you liked it! Hurrah for snark!
Aug. 5th, 2007 04:28 am (UTC)
I'm using today to catch up with the luau. All of it! Sorry I'm coming in so late (remember when my journal's name used to be "late to the party?" Maybe I shouldn't have changed it!).

Poor Jack, I feel sorry for him for always having to be the voice of reason. It's a role that he didn't ask for, it just automatically landed on his shoulders. Guh, I love it that it makes him mad, though, and being mad just leads to hotter sex. There's a silver lining after all!

Oh, shit, I'm commenting as I'm reading and it freaked me out that Sawyer wrecked the very night he wore his helmet. And Jack seeing it all...*shivers*. I have nightmares about stuff like that, and it could be so much worse. Thank goodness Jack is the voice of reason! And that's true love on his part, understanding that he has to trust Sawyer to still ride because it's just part of who Sawyer is. I need to hug Jack tight.

I need to hug you, too! Thank you for this scary but sweet fic! ♥
Aug. 6th, 2007 03:13 am (UTC)
Oh, sorry to scare you, hon! I've been doing this mix of angst and schmoop lately and it's kind of topsy-turvy, I admit! And I got your initial reaction because you were commenting as you were reading, so hey, I like that!

Thanks so much for catching up and glad you liked this one! It was fun to see all the fics where Jack was the one to cut loose and be reckless in getting a motorcycle but I can also see him being Doc Safety too! I think Foxy's own wife told him not to ride anymore now that they have kids but he still does rock those motorcycle jackets! I figured Jack wouldn't want to curtail Sawyer the same way because, like you said, that's part of who he is.
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