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[slybrunette]

Title: Epiphanies
Fandom: Lost
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Sawyer (implied)
Word Count: 427
Rating: PG
Summary: AU, post-island. One would think that after three years together they would stop witholding things.

He watches Jack’s hands on the black and white keys of the piano, lifting and resting, hitting all the right notes to a song he doesn’t recognize yet feels familiar with.

 

Those hands save lives. They saved his.

 

Sawyer’s never seen him play before. It’s another one of the things Jack must try to hide from him, like the Nirvana CD he accidentally left in the car, or the pictures of family and friends that Sawyer’s never met, hidden in the drawer by their bed. Remnants of Jack’s life before this – before him. Concealed pieces to the puzzle that is Jack, one that he still isn’t finished putting together, and probably never will.

 

And it’s not that Jack knows everything about him, he’s more closed-off than Jack is most days, but it’s that Jack tries to hide it. Even if it’s not really intentional, it’s all subconscious on some level.

 

He thinks they’re getting too old for this. For hiding. One would think that after three years together they’d just stop withholding things. After all the shit they’ve been through in just these few years their pasts don’t seem to matter much.

 

It has to matter to Jack though, otherwise he wouldn’t have told Sawyer that he was going to the drugstore a block away from the hotel, instead of stating his true intentions. Otherwise he wouldn’t be standing here watching him, wishing that they were back upstairs in their room, tangled in crisp white sheets.

 

The melody stops abruptly as Jack hits the wrong note, and it breaks him out of his thoughts just in time to hear: “Sawyer?”

 

His eyes focus on Jack, the half-surprised, half-embarrassed look he’s giving him, but he gives no reply. He just stares straight ahead.

 

Jack looks back at the piano, seems to put something together in his mind, and says, “My mom’s quest to make me the well-rounded student. She made me take piano lessons until I was thirteen.” His hands hover over those keys briefly, before he turns back to face him. “It’s not something you really forget.”

 

There’s no hesitation accompanying that little tidbit of information, it’s just put on the table like it’s nothing. It makes Sawyer wonder if maybe it’s not that Jack’s hiding things, it’s just that Sawyer never asks. Maybe he’s afraid that then Jack will start asking him questions. Maybe he’s just never thought to ask.

 

Maybe, since he’s never had a relationship last this long, he’s starting to see problems that aren’t really there, simply because he expects them to be.

Comments

[halfdutch.livejournal.com]

Ahh, this was lovely, a little melancholy, a little hopeful. I like the idea that he's not sure if Jack is hiding things from him or he just needs to start asking the questions. And I always love Jack playing the piano. :)

[halfdutch.livejournal.com]

Oops, I meant to use this icon, not that it really matters! ;)

[slybrunette.livejournal.com]

I'm with you on the piano part. And I started this off as something that was going to be angst galore so I tried to give it a bit of a hopeful ending.

I'm glad you liked this, and thanks for reading!

(And I love that icon btw)