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A Way to Kill Time (Jack/Shannon, R)

Title: A Way to Kill Time
Pairing: Jack/Shannon
Rating: R
Summary: Shannon picks up Jack in an airport bar
Word count: 1343
Note: For eponine119, who requested Jack/Shannon for her day as Queen at lostsquee. Thanks to zelda_zee for the beta. ;)

Shannon never paid for her own drinks if she could help it and an airport bar was no different than any other bar. She had just enough time to get a buzz on and maybe a bit more before the plane took off and she was not about to waste that time with Boone, not when she was going to be stuck with him for another twelve hours or however long the stupid flight was.

She scanned the tiny bar -- just a few stools and a counter, really -- and immediately zeroed in on the dark-haired guy in a suit nursing a screwdriver. Well, nursing wasn't the right word. More like taking a brief pause from downing them in quick succession, she realized as he knocked back the last of his drink and waved down the bartender for another.

A guy who was that free with his money was as good a bet as any. She slid into the stool next to his and gave him her most dazzling smile. He didn't even look her way.

The bartender asked what she'd like. She cast one more glance at Screwdriver Guy and said, pointedly, "What he’s having, thanks. That looks good." The bartender nodded and poured another, setting it in front of her with a crisp napkin and a brisk nod. She gave him her credit card, told him to start a tab. If she was lucky, it wouldn't be used at all.

Screwdriver Guy finally gave her a cursory glance. He was older than she'd thought at first. Touch of gray at the temples. Lines around the eyes. He looked like he hadn't slept -- or shaved -- in days, but he was still handsome in a rugged way that definitely appealed to her.

"Rough day?" she asked, nudging his foot with hers.

He gave a brief snort that might have been a laugh. "You have no idea."

At the sound of his voice, recognition finally dawned. "Oh, hey, I saw you at the ticket counter. They must have really messed up your flight. They did that to my brother and me. We were supposed to fly first class..."

She told him the whole story, annoyed but not yet discouraged that he didn’t seem to be listening to a word of it. "So why all the drinks?"

That odd sound came again and he shrugged his (really quite nice) shoulders. "Why not?"

"Oh," she said, at a momentary loss for words, so she sipped at her drink. "Yeah, sure."

A beat passed with nothing but the background buzz of the airport and the horribly Muzaked version of "Every Breath You Take," to fill it.

Shannon subtly swiveled on her chair, surveying her other options. She had far too much time to kill and this guy wasn't coming through for her at all, which was a shame. He was tall and built in a way that was so not like Boone and she could really go for that right about now. She shut her eyes, trying to block out the memory of Boone's hands on her, Boone inside her... when she realized her drinking companion was finally talking to her.

".... Australia to find him. And I did. At the morgue. He'd drunk himself to death," he said with a bitter laugh as he downed the rest of what had to be his fourth or fifth drink. "Like father, like son, right?"

"Oh," Shannon said, her hand going to her mouth. For the first time she saw his reddened eyes and pallor as overwhelming grief. "I'm ... I'm so sorry." She patted his arm, not knowing what else to do. "My father died two years ago. Traffic accident." Her words were flat, all her flirtatiousness gone. "I'd give anything to have him back."

Again came that bitter laugh. "I wasn't on the best of terms with mine. He hated me, in fact," he said, eyeing her for her reaction, as if she would recoil from a man whose own father despised him. His shoulders shook and he seemed to be laughing at his own little joke, until it became apparent that he was crying, not laughing.

She leaned in without thinking and kissed him. He stopped crying in his surprise and after a moment of stunned resistance, kissed her back.

"I have half an hour," she whispered in his ear, rubbing her hand on his thigh in case he couldn't figure out how she wanted to kill that chunk of time with him.

She signed her tab -- the bartender was an observant one and brought it right over -- and they left the bar. There was a handicapped bathroom right around the corner and she led him into it, taking his hand in hers. She locked the door and he was up against her, his legs between hers. He wasn't too drunk, she noticed appreciatively, her hand going to his already prominent erection. He groaned into her touch, his eyes closed tight as if he feared she might take her hand away if he opened his eyes.

She couldn't get his belt open fast enough, couldn't slip her panties down quick enough it seemed, but finally, she had her legs wrapped tight around his waist and he was fucking her right into the door. God, it felt good to have him slamming into her, hard, deep, almost to the point of pain, his breath already ragged, his hands digging into her hips. He was strong, able to hold her up without effort, and she willed her body to wipe out all memories of last night as she clung to his back, as she clutched at his muscular ass. This was the kind of man she fucked. Not little boys. Not little boys like Boone.

She didn't even know the name of this man fucking her as roughly and desperately as if it would be the last thing he ever did, and part of her wanted not to know anything else about him.

But when she felt her orgasm building inside her -- he was riding her high and hard enough for her to come -- she gasped in his ear, "What's your name?"

"Jack," he grunted, the name distorted by his groan of release, his hips stuttering against hers. He didn't pull out immediately, just kept rubbing his hands over her thighs, his face buried against her neck until he got his breath back.

She hadn't come after all but it didn't matter.

He didn't meet her eye as she slid off him, just hiked up his boxers and pants and redid his belt as if it were requiring all his concentration.

She balanced on one heel as she pulled her panties back up and straightened her skirt. She glanced at the mirror, smoothing her hair. Not too rumpled. Boone, that idiot, would never suspect a thing.

"I ... thank you," Jack said awkwardly, watching her in the mirror. "I don't know your name either."

"Oh, it's ... Lisa," she lied, as if it mattered. She'd never see this guy again. "That was great," she said, and that wasn't a lie. She reached into her purse for her lip gloss.

He stood there for a moment, watching her touch up her lips. "I'm sorry about your father," he said and she froze.

"Yeah, me too," she said, cringing at how insincere she sounded. "I mean, about your dad."

A flicker of regret passed over his face, for this encounter with her just now or what, she didn't know. He disappeared into the single stall, which was annoying because she'd wanted to use it. She thought she might wait but then she heard him sobbing softly. She'd already used up her one way of dealing with men who cry. The airport was full of restrooms. She could use the next one.

She closed the door softly behind her and glanced at her watch. She still had time for another drink. There must be another bar in this part of the airport.


( 27 comments — Leave a comment )
Jul. 11th, 2008 03:59 am (UTC)
Oh, gosh. And I could totally see that happening in canon too. It just leaves a bitter taste in my throat, but in a good way.
Jul. 11th, 2008 04:12 am (UTC)
Thank you, babe! Glad it seemed plausible. And then how awkward would it be on the island? Thanks for reading!
Jul. 11th, 2008 04:03 am (UTC)
Oh, Shannon. So shallow, pre-island. (And on island, could be argued.) You do a lovely job with her here, not really a bit sympathetic and that's what I love. Thank you so much for writing fic for me!
Jul. 11th, 2008 04:16 am (UTC)
I wasn't at all sure if anyone had written this scenario with this pairing before but I'm glad it made a suitable luau gift. :) And yeah, Shannon wasn't really the most sympathetic person back then, was she?
Jul. 11th, 2008 04:46 am (UTC)

You did NOT just write Jack/Shannon with an inkling of Shannon/Boone.

And they did NOT just have sex in the airport.

Jul. 11th, 2008 04:52 am (UTC)
\o/ Oh yes I did! ;D

I was sure someone had written this scenario before, but I guess maybe not?

And whee, I think that's my first fic-related "SHUT UP"
Jul. 11th, 2008 05:04 am (UTC)
Now see, if he had met her in the bar instead of Ana, it would have been so much BETTER.

You know, I've always kind of thought that Shannon and Jack really weren't all that different, and I really like the way you showed how they are both dealing with their lives in pretty much the same way here..he's trying to forget the loss of his father, she's trying to forget the loss of her step-brother, because I really don't think she ever saw Boone the same way after they slept together. The memories are what are killing them at the moment..and they both need a diversion.

As always, this is PERFECTION!
Jul. 12th, 2008 02:03 am (UTC)
OMG, it would have SO MUCH better if it had been Shannon instead of Ana. I still hate that scene as it aired, it was just so out of character for both of them. Ugh!

And yes, good point about her having lost Boone, in a sense. It does seem like they'd both be vulnerable enough to come together at that point.

Thanks for the kind words, hon! I'm happy to be writing *something* again!
Jul. 11th, 2008 05:11 am (UTC)
Wow, you did an amazing job here. It seems totally plausible and I never thought I could get into Jack/Shannon, but it totally worked. lostsquee Luau, you are BLOWING MY MIND.

Again, really excellent job!
Jul. 12th, 2008 02:04 am (UTC)
Oh wow, thanks so much! Very glad this pairing worked for you. I like them together but I haven't written them a whole lot, so thank you. And the luau is going gangbusters, isn't it? \o/
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Jul. 12th, 2008 02:06 am (UTC)
Oh wow, thank you so much! That scene in the airport bar with Ana always bugged me so much -- it's so hard to believe Jack would be all lighthearted and flirty after that scene at the ticket counter! Thank you so much for your kind words here. I miss Shannon and it's always enjoy revisiting her in fic.
Jul. 11th, 2008 09:02 am (UTC)
That was SO perfect pre-island Shannon. As shallow and bitter and everything she should be. And completely on canon with her attitude in the airport, with the chairs, the baggage/Sayid thing and all. I loved how you got the connection over them both losing their father and your Jack was also absolutely IC, while the writing was really flawless. Now I wish he had met Shannon instead of Ana indeed ;) the regret flicker at the end was a great touch, while the last line? Sooo Shannon.

He was tall and built in a way that was so not like Boone and she could really go for that right about now. She shut her eyes, trying to block out the memory of Boone's hands on her, Boone inside her... when she realized her drinking companion was finally talking to her.

This was also a line I loved. I really like how you stressed the difference, even if here I could object to Shannon's taste since I'd have given something to be in her place ;) I hope Boone was having another drink in another bar though right now ;) I loved this one!
Jul. 12th, 2008 02:08 am (UTC)
I really wish he had met Shannon instead as well! That whole Ana scene was so tacked-on and odd, I thought! And Jack being so flirty and carefree was also very, very strange!

And ha, I'm not discounting Boone's charms, of course! Just trying to put myself in Shannon's mindset there. Very glad you liked this one!
Jul. 11th, 2008 02:18 pm (UTC)
This was excellent! I really liked the pacing of Shannon putting herself out there, trying to forget, only to always fall back into her own thoughts.
Jul. 12th, 2008 02:10 am (UTC)
Thank you! You're right, even in offering Jack some comfort, she's still being very selfish. It really was all about her back before the crash, wasn't it? Glad you liked this!
Jul. 11th, 2008 05:36 pm (UTC)
This is a really great idea, and a wonderful scenario! I'm rather envious of your muse :)
Jul. 12th, 2008 02:10 am (UTC)
Oh wow, thanks so much! I actually haven't been writing as frequently so that's so nice of you to say! ♥
Jul. 12th, 2008 02:20 am (UTC)
Can this be canon? Please.

This is perfect pre-island Shannon, and the scenario is awesome.

Love it!
Jul. 12th, 2008 06:19 am (UTC)
Oh wow, thank you! I would love it to be canon! I never, ever liked that tacked-on scene with Ana Lucia -- this seems much more fitting, to me. Thanks so much reading and such lovely fb!
Jul. 12th, 2008 06:55 pm (UTC)
I am so far behind on Luau stuff so I hope a late comment is okay :)

I think you really captured Shannon's voice and motives. I could definitely see this happening on the show. I'm curious how both would have reacted to seeing each other again on the island if it had! I always thought Jack and Shannon made good sense. He was interested in blond women in need of a hero and she liked guys who could take care of her. Add to that the bonding over their fathers, and yeah, it could have happened. I really wish it had, but alas, Kate and Sayid stepped in instead. At least I can enjoy them together in fic and you did an amazing job getting them together. Plus, as a Diane Lane fan, I will forever enjoy quickies in bathroom stalls ;-)

I was never anti-Ana Lucia, but I think this scenario would have been much more interesting to watch play out than what we ended up with on the show. Great writing as always!
Jul. 14th, 2008 03:26 am (UTC)
Of course, a comment any time is love! :)

I really like the idea of Jack and Shannon and this seemed like a good time in (sort of) canon for them to cross paths. And yes, who doesn't love a quickie in a bathroom stall after Unfaithful!

I tried to keep an open mind about Ana Lucia but that introductory scene just really rubbed me the wrong way. If they'd introduced her as coming from a vulnerable place (which we later learned about) then maybe her connecting with Jack so quickly wouldn't have hit such a false, forced note! Oh well, bygones!

Anyway, thank you for reading and glad you liked it!
Jul. 12th, 2008 08:37 pm (UTC)
This is perfect pre-Island Shannon. All the details about her were so on the mark - from the way she was sizing up Jack and counting on getting certain things from him, her attitude toward what happened with Boone, how she deals with Jack and her own sadness - before, during and after the sex - it's all so her. Amazing story!
Jul. 14th, 2008 03:27 am (UTC)
Oh, thank you, hon. I always love your Jack/Shannon fics so I'm so pleased that you liked this one. Shannon was such a user but you know that with someone like Jack, she can't help but respond to his vulnerability, at least a little bit!
Jul. 17th, 2008 09:25 am (UTC)
ouch. That was such a waste... they could have worked together, if only Shannon would have found something more inside her. This was so bitter, and selfish - even if they both did it for selfish reasons.
But it felt also completely realistic. Poor Jack. *sighs*
Great fic.
Jul. 18th, 2008 02:26 pm (UTC)
I know, it's not a happy fic. :-/ I like to think that they *almost* connected but at this stage, I don't really see Shannon as capable of that, even though there is that flicker of compassion in here. Sadly, Jack does seem to have the worst luck with women, especially when he's already in such a raw, vulnerable state. I'm glad you liked, despite the downbeat nature of this!
Jul. 19th, 2008 05:08 pm (UTC)
Oh wow. I'm not quite sure if I like Shannon much in this fic, but god does it feel real. And as somehow so...understandable, you know? Well, you probably do, since you've written it.

You've made me ramble a bit; good fic tends to do that to me. :)
Sep. 4th, 2008 01:59 am (UTC)
Oh wow, I've somehow managed to miss this comment until now. Thanks so much for reading, hon. I appreciate such lovely fb! And yeah, Shannon is not at all very nice here, is she?
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