|kat_scratches (kat_scratches) wrote in ficbits,|
@ 2007-08-04 09:10:00
|Entry tags:||charlie/sawyer, lost, nc17|
Lost fic "Reciprocal" (NC17)
Summary: Charlie has an interesting little chat -- and then some -- with Sawyer. Set immediately between the episodes “Fire + Water” and “The Long Con”, so if you’re not up-to-date with season 2, it could be considered spoilery.
A/N: Many thanks to why_me_why_not for the beta! Also this is the 3rd in a loose series of fics, following Tidal (Jack/Charlie) and Fix (Sawyer/Charlie). You don’t need to read those before reading this one… but it might help. Feedback will be fed cookies!
It’s difficult for Charlie not to flinch as Jack cleans the area around his stitches. The pain, still so fresh, is exquisite, and a muscle twitches under his eye as he fights to keep still.
“Quit flinching,” Jack says absently as he dips a bit of salvaged gauze into a chipped cup half full of water. His eyes are focused intently on the wound, dabbing gently at it with the gauze. “I’m only cleaning it, Charlie.”
“Hurts,” Charlie mutters. He shifts uncomfortably under Jack’s gaze. Though the doctor’s eyes are bright and alert, his face is drawn and tired-looking, and Charlie wonders how long it’s been since Jack last slept.
“What was all that about?” Jack asks suddenly. “This morning. With Sawyer. And you.”
Charlie starts, eliciting an aggravated sound from the doctor. “Nothing,” he says, too quickly.
“You sure about that?”
“Yeah. Of course,” Charlie says. He can feel the heat rising to his cheeks and wills himself not to blush. “He just wanted to see how I was… doing.”
“And that doesn’t bother you?” Jack asks. “That he’d suddenly take an interest in you? It’d sure worry the hell out of me.”
Took an interest, muses Charlie, absently scratching the bridge of his nose. Now there was a euphemism if ever he’d heard one. As it was, he had a few things of his own to say to Sawyer about that.
Jack sighs and sits back on his heels. “Do you want this to get infected?” he asks.
Charlie mutely shakes his head. He doesn’t need Jack to remind him that things like antibiotics are precious here, on this uncharted bit of rock somewhere in the bloody South Pacific.
“Then be still,” Jack says, and Charlie is.