New Fic: "Whisper Through Skin" - Gayfeather Thickspike
New Fic: "Whisper Through Skin"

Title: Whisper Through Skin - 1/3

Fandom: Lost

Pairing: Jack/Sawyer

Warning: Adults only, language and sexual situations. Spoilers for S2, speculation for S3.



Sawyer doesn’t even know it’s happening until it’s over.


Fear and rage, bound and gagged, then the startling light and the more startling and painful noise; Michael gone, deal made and game over but then he’s confused – he watches Hurley leave and starts to shake his head in question, he looks at Kate, at Jack, and his confusion heightens at what he sees, because it’s not what he expects.


Then the hood, and he’s hot, struggling and snarling around the gag, blinded yet still he fights against the rough hands around his arms and bruising on the back of his neck, then there is one ear-ringing blow to the side of his face which stuns him. From that point he just breathes but his body is still stiff, still trying to resist, then he notices.


He has no idea how far he’s been led when the realization sinks in, so heavy it pushes him to his knees and so frightening he does his best to stay there, kneeling, thinking maybe if they just gave him one second he can shake it off.


They don’t give him the chance.


He feels the cool of recycled air, smells the staleness of it, then he’s shoved on to what feels like a cot and the hood is ripped off and the gag follows, and he shakes his head, blinks his eyes and breathes deeply – this little bit is a precious freedom of its own – but he already knows everything is gone.


The loss is more powerful than any he’s ever felt before and he falls forward and vomits, can’t stop it, not even when it’s been reduced to dry heaves and then a pin prick, sharp but short on his upper arm, and he feels a drug-induced sleep dragging him into darkness even more obscene than that in which he had already been immersed.




Again he’s grabbed and again he fights, harder this time but against fewer pairs of hands, one pair smaller than those which he’d struggled against earlier, then he’s forced down on to the bed and someone is in his face, shouting, he knows, then suddenly scents and touches combine in his head and he knows.


“Stop it, fuckin’ stop it, can you understand me? Listen to me for a goddamned second, there’s somethin’ you need to know!”


Hands are still on him but they cease attempting to force him to move, but the way they’re clutching tightly at his shirt tells him he doesn’t have much time.


He speaks slowly and deliberately and he hates every word.


“I can’t see you. I can’t see anything.”


Jack, then, of course, hands rough against the sides of Sawyer’s head and he knows Jack is looking for some type of injury, issuing orders, ‘how many fingers am I holding up’ and Sawyer almost laughs but his throat burns with bile and bitterness and he just shakes his head.


“I can’t fuckin’ hear you, either.”




From that point on he has absolutely no control; Kate grabs one arm and Jack the other and he’s practically being carried, and he tries to cooperate because this must be escape but he trips more than once and every time he does their touches become harder, more insistent and more impatient.


They’re outside, then, and it’s night, he can tell by the smell and the cool and they stop, both Kate and Jack relaxing slightly and Sawyer frowns, confused, then Jack grabs his hand, his finger stroking it firmly and quickly over and over again.


“Ain’t got time to hold hands just now, Doc,” he says sarcastically, or thinks he does. He feels the words, the way they roll through throat and over tongue and teeth, reverberate through blood and bone but he has no idea if he makes sense, if he’s too loud or too quiet.


But he can feel it as his voice breaks.


Jack grabs his wrist and shakes it hard, then starts again with the movement of his finger over Sawyer’s palm, more slowly this time.


Finally, Sawyer understands. Or thinks he does.


“Sayid? Once for yes, twice for no, Doc.”


There is one hard tap, fingertips against the heel of his hand.


“Fuck. Fuck, okay, what else?”


It takes too long, an eternity, but before Jack finishes something clicks and Sawyer interrupts.


“He brought Scotty’s boat.”


One tap.


“Then what in the hell are we waitin’ for?”


He feels Kate slip away and then Sayid, he first assumes and then knows by the feel of him, take her place, and again he’s being carried, and he shoves the rage and the fear and overwhelming sense of helplessness aside.


Just get me home, he thinks repeatedly, just get me home.


Finally they do, through jungle and over the water, but he already knows the truth by the tightened posture of both of them as they help him ashore and dump him without ceremony at his tent and then disappear.


 Home isn’t what it used to be.




hatch blown.


“Shit. Destroyed? Completely?”


Two taps.


“Anything left to save?”


maybe. not in yet.


“The fuckin’ button.”


don’t know.


“Anyone else end up . . . anyone else end up like this?”


It takes an eternity for Jack to respond, so Sawyer already knows the answer well before his fingers touch his palm, slowly and lightly, two times, whispering through Sawyer’s skin.






Sawyer curses and rips his hand away. “I hate this goddamned Miracle Worker bullshit! I’ve told you everything I fuckin’ remember, everything that I don’t fuckin’ see and I don’t fuckin’ hear, Jesus, black, pure black and I can’t hear anything.”


Jack grabs him by the wrist.






He can’t think.


For a man so cut off from the world he feels it crowding in around him.


Whether under Jack’s orders or some hugely misguided sense of duty, he is never left alone, someone is always there, always touching him, forcing food on him and reaching out to steady him if he makes the smallest of moves.


He is quickly able to tell who is who, but that doesn’t help, it only makes it more difficult because he feels like he has to adjust his behavior accordingly, something he’s never done before, not like this. But now he’s the beggar in the palace who should be grateful for what little he receives.


But he receives much too much, he hates this attention.


He grits his teeth, headaches coming on hard and, he knows, due to tension and frustration rather than whatever had happened, and at first he makes a minimal effort to at least not lose his temper completely, especially with Sun or Rose, but the more everyone hovers and watches and helps the more claustrophobic he becomes and he lashes out, yells at everyone to just get the fuck away, he needs to think.


They retreat but they don’t leave, he feels them watching him warily, and it’s infuriating when he’s forced to slink into his tent, fumbling and finding his way by feel, to fucking hide, and he pounds at the ground with one fist over and over, savoring the pain because that, at least, feels real and unfiltered by his skin, no, this goes straight through, no mistakes or misunderstandings, pain is hard and harsh and sharp and real.

Until he’s grabbed from behind and forced to stop.


gone. just me now.


He shoves Jack away roughly, collapses and curls up, and he thinks this isn’t that much better, being watched constantly by Jack.




“What in the hell did this?”


don’t know. discharge maybe don’t know.


He can suddenly see Jack, or rather he imagines how Jack must look right now, head falling forward and shoulders dropping in momentary defeat, tired and frustrated but determined somehow to fix it, but the mental image isn’t comforting.


He just becomes angrier that Jack hasn’t fixed it already




The rest still take their turns spying on him, helping him, talking to him or trying to, but for the most part he keeps company with Jack.


He’s furious and he hates this; he hates Jack, hates that Jack is now his chief babysitter, hates that Jack sees him this vulnerable, that Jack is the one who leads him and then waits when he has to piss or take a shit, hates everything about him.


He hates especially the fact that Jack can see and hear.


But he won’t move unless Jack is the one moving with him. Over the short time since they’ve been forced to work as a team they quickly developed an abbreviated sort of code, Sawyer speaking with what’s left of his voice and Jack speaking by touch, and as much as Sawyer hates Jack, this is easier with him – with everyone else there was too much coddling, sympathy.




It’s easier with Jack.


He also uses Jack as a target for his anger; he curses, blames him for the fact that it happened and blames him for not fixing it, twice tried to attack him physically out of sheer frustration and Jack takes it, this fury, responds only by gripping his arms tightly until Sawyer’s rage is spent.


Jack takes it but Sawyer knows by the increasing tension in Jack’s body every time they’re forced to touch at he won’t take it much longer.


Sawyer looks forward to it, to the moment Jack will snap, because then Sawyer can snap, as well.




He sleeps as much as he can, too much.


But when he sleeps he dreams, and when he dreams he can see, and he can hear, and it’s gotten to the point that he welcomes nightmares in addition to good dreams.


As long as he can see and hear, he’ll take whatever monsters might be lurking and throw the doors of his mind open wide.




Not long after their return he steps into the fire.


He had decided to move on his own and he stood, well aware of the exact location of the fire, he could smell it and he felt it, but he was overcome with the now-familiar sense of vertigo and he stumbled, no one there to steady him because he had refused to ask.


He curses, not just because of the pain but because this will mean more – more pity, more pairs of eyes on him, more humiliation.




not bad. lucky.


For the first time Jack is rough with him; making absolutely no effort to be gentle as he treats the burns on Sawyer foot and calf, and Sawyer hisses in pain and again lets loose, swearing and shouting and fighting, but then Jack’s hand is tight in his collar and his knee pins Sawyer’s left hand to the ground, palm up, and he’s breathing heavily, obviously angry. His fingers dig in hard into Sawyer’s hand but he’s not talking, waiting for his anger to ease, Sawyer knows.


Sawyer smirks through the pain, thinks it about time Jack quit being a fucking doormat, hopes that Jack will hit him so that he can hit back, close quarters in the tent and he won’t need to see to hurt, won’t need to hear, he just needs Jack’s body underneath him.


He wants someone else to hurt. He especially wants Jack to hurt.




“Fuck you.”


no more.


He feels liberated for a moment, freed, and just as quickly he feels frightened at the idea of being left alone and he hates it, this constant back and forth in his head and absolutely no way of making anybody understand any of it, no matter how much he talked or shouted, he couldn’t look into anyone’s eyes and see that they actually got it, that they knew.


“No more what?”


your shit.


“Good, great, that’s fuckin’ fine! Get the hell away from me, not like you’ve helped one goddamned bit, get the hell outta here and let me figure this out on my own!”


He waits, knows Jack is staring at him, and then Jack leaves abruptly, the weight and the feel of him gone.


Sawyer can still smell him, though, in the still, hot air of the tent and on his own skin.


He thinks this is exactly what he wants, to be left the fuck alone.




He swims inside his own head.


Sometimes he thinks he hears, thinks he sees – he hopes. But the dark is so dark that he can feel it. It’s solid and thick and impenetrable, heavy in his skull, and the weight of it makes him tired.


The silence is total. There is the familiar sound of his blood pulsing through his veins but even that is muffled, pushed far away by whatever doors have slammed shut in his brain.


He’s alone, and he swims inside his own head and he mourns.





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siluria From: siluria Date: June 28th, 2006 09:40 pm (UTC) (Link)
Wow! What I love about your writing is you manage to interchange fic full of fantastic crack, with much darker pieces and yet I adore the pacing and the feeling in each one. I love how this is entirely from Sawyer's point of view; we have as much idea of what is going on around him as he does and that makes for a much starker reality, a world of confusion and isolation, and I can't wait for the next two parts.
sweet_crazyass From: sweet_crazyass Date: June 30th, 2006 12:32 pm (UTC) (Link)
Thank you! I actually prefer to write the crack!fic, because then I can do whatever I want, but occasionally bunnies like this bite.

Sorry it took me so long to respond!
rawkin_ur_sox From: rawkin_ur_sox Date: June 28th, 2006 09:44 pm (UTC) (Link)
This sounds so good for a new fic. The dialogue between them, even if it was mind talking, was on. The exhange was also on, and did I mention I love how it's sounding so far?

I loved it more than I thought I would, but then again, it's your fic. Of course it's going to be awesome. ;) Is there more? I want more of this. Like, now.
sweet_crazyass From: sweet_crazyass Date: June 30th, 2006 12:33 pm (UTC) (Link)

allegraconbrio From: allegraconbrio Date: June 28th, 2006 09:47 pm (UTC) (Link)
Oh, yes! fantastic, just fantastic.
sweet_crazyass From: sweet_crazyass Date: June 30th, 2006 12:34 pm (UTC) (Link)

From: rogueapprentice Date: June 28th, 2006 10:44 pm (UTC) (Link)
Oh, excellent. JUST excellent. Where did you even come up with this idea? Very amazing. It's difficult to write anything where your protagonist can't see or hear, and you nailed it beautifully.

sweet_crazyass From: sweet_crazyass Date: June 30th, 2006 12:38 pm (UTC) (Link)
Thanks! And I was initially gonna do this with Desmond, a gajillion things happened in that hatch that could have made him lose his sight or hearing, but I can't write Desmond - he hates me or something..

laliu From: laliu Date: June 28th, 2006 10:55 pm (UTC) (Link)
ooo, dark and sensuous. fics are often very visual, but your premise allows for different, intensified sensations and gets us right on in there with sawyer. loved swimming in sawyer's head (even though it's very sad for sawyer in there) and hope to do it again soon.
sweet_crazyass From: sweet_crazyass Date: June 30th, 2006 12:39 pm (UTC) (Link)
Thanks! And my apologies for taking so long to respond; the second part was eating me alive.
xphile101 From: xphile101 Date: June 28th, 2006 11:29 pm (UTC) (Link)
Wow. I love it. Can't wait to read more.
sweet_crazyass From: sweet_crazyass Date: June 30th, 2006 12:40 pm (UTC) (Link)
Thanks so much!
crazydiamondsue From: crazydiamondsue Date: June 28th, 2006 11:54 pm (UTC) (Link)

Where'd my Sawyer icon go?

For a man so cut off from the world he feels it crowding in around him. Great freakin' line.

This! It has me all tangled up. Feel free to poke me about it.
sweet_crazyass From: sweet_crazyass Date: June 30th, 2006 12:40 pm (UTC) (Link)

Re: Where'd my Sawyer icon go?


*smooches and pokes*
zelda_zee From: zelda_zee Date: June 29th, 2006 12:15 am (UTC) (Link)
So great. So hard. This breaks my heart, but I love it. Inside Sawyer's head is always a fascinating place to be, and it's always dark in there, even w/out blindness. This is a really rich premise for a fic, and I will love seeing where you go with it, as always. I'll try to be patient, but what I really want is more, like now!
sweet_crazyass From: sweet_crazyass Date: June 30th, 2006 12:43 pm (UTC) (Link)
Wow, thanks! Part three is insisting on being finished but the stupid gajillion day weekend is probably going to get in the way.

1flying_wonder From: 1flying_wonder Date: June 29th, 2006 01:02 am (UTC) (Link)
Wow, that is beautiful!

I'm so torn now! I don't know whether I want you to work on the next part of this fic or the next part of Bedtime Stories. Why do you have to be so good? Why do you torture me so?

sweet_crazyass From: sweet_crazyass Date: June 30th, 2006 12:45 pm (UTC) (Link)
Eep, sorry for the torture!

I'll get back to work on Bedtime Stories as soon as I finish this one, which hopefully will be today.
sawyersparrow From: sawyersparrow Date: June 29th, 2006 01:06 am (UTC) (Link)

*Takes deep breaths*

As I was going to say before Live Journal rudely interupeted me.

My god that was powerful, thinking of Sawyer leashed like that,not being able to hear or see. Gah! Hope that Jack knocks some sense into him soon and makes him feel. This is absolutely brilliant.

More soon please!!!
sweet_crazyass From: sweet_crazyass Date: June 30th, 2006 12:46 pm (UTC) (Link)
Wow, thanks so much!

I wasn't sure about writing something without vision or hearing, so I'm glad it's working.
crowgirl13 From: crowgirl13 Date: June 29th, 2006 01:29 am (UTC) (Link)
This...this is *amazing*. It completely freaks me out, because I have *no idea* how anyone can cope with this kind of sensory deprivation, let alone how someone as independent as Sawyer would manage. But I have faith in your abilities as a, I'm waiting in anticipation.

Sometimes it's good to be terrified. :D
sweet_crazyass From: sweet_crazyass Date: June 30th, 2006 12:48 pm (UTC) (Link)
Thank you SO much - I was worried about pulling it off, the sensory deprivation and especially from Sawyer's point of view.
eponine119 From: eponine119 Date: June 29th, 2006 02:19 am (UTC) (Link)
Nice. And so, so dark. Love it!

It's very intriguing that Sawyer's condition is (possibly?) because of the magnetic thing with the hatch.
sweet_crazyass From: sweet_crazyass Date: June 30th, 2006 12:51 pm (UTC) (Link)
THANK YOU! This thing drove me nuts, write write write POST, wouldn't even let me bug you about betaing - but thanks again for reading over that first bit.

invisiblelove From: invisiblelove Date: June 29th, 2006 04:33 am (UTC) (Link)
This is really fantastic. Poor Sawyer, I liked how you explored how much it drained him to be forced to relinquish his control. Great job, I was so disappointed when I reached the TBC ;) Can't wait to read more!
sweet_crazyass From: sweet_crazyass Date: June 30th, 2006 12:52 pm (UTC) (Link)
Thanks so much! I'm relieved it doesn't suck, seriously.
keyweegirlie From: keyweegirlie Date: June 29th, 2006 04:41 am (UTC) (Link)
You know that I love your light hearted crackfics, but I am severely in love with your deep dark angsty fics that you do.

He’s alone, and he swims inside his own head and he mourns.

That line just about killed me...only you could make Sawyer so completely vulnerable and dependent on others, and have me actually want to read more. I'm looking forward to reading the next parts and finding out what exactly is going on with Sawyer and Jack and what really happened to Sawyer to make him blind and deaf (the explosion of light/sound, the needle prick to the arm, or maybe it's all psychosomatic?).

later blondie,
~Cassie ;-)
sweet_crazyass From: sweet_crazyass Date: June 30th, 2006 12:53 pm (UTC) (Link)


I rarely do dark and angsty, but for some reason this one and Bedtime Stories hit me hard.
fosfomifira From: fosfomifira Date: June 29th, 2006 04:45 am (UTC) (Link)
Fascinating. Creepy. Dark <- me way too braindead to produce decent feedback. Sawyer is driving himself insane. What a horrible feeling. It's genuine horror, the notion that we're the ones with the true power to hurt us the most.
sweet_crazyass From: sweet_crazyass Date: June 30th, 2006 12:56 pm (UTC) (Link)
Exactly, something I know all too well. (But it's getting much better!)
kattahj From: kattahj Date: June 29th, 2006 07:52 am (UTC) (Link)
Oh wow. I'm really intrigued now. I love the way you use Sawyer's POV, it really dragged me into the story.
sweet_crazyass From: sweet_crazyass Date: June 30th, 2006 12:59 pm (UTC) (Link)
I usually write from Jack's POV; writing Sawyer is always more challenging.

From: julyqueen Date: June 29th, 2006 12:48 pm (UTC) (Link)
I really love this concept. And the way you've set it up has left me wanting for more. This fic is so damned unique... you rock, chica.
sweet_crazyass From: sweet_crazyass Date: June 30th, 2006 01:00 pm (UTC) (Link)
Thank you SO much! :D
inthekeyofd From: inthekeyofd Date: June 29th, 2006 02:24 pm (UTC) (Link)
Oh, Sawyer!!!!

You mess with him just SO SO WELL!!!!

No hearing, no sight, totally vulnerable, I'M LOVING THIS!! And that last paragraph, you've nearly killed me.

Can't wait for more!!
sweet_crazyass From: sweet_crazyass Date: June 30th, 2006 01:01 pm (UTC) (Link)

*huge hugs*
gottalovev From: gottalovev Date: June 29th, 2006 02:38 pm (UTC) (Link)
oh wow, that's a great one. Poor Sawyer, we can feel him react like a injured animal. he wants to be alone, but he needs the others, he feel their pity and that's eating him alive. And putting all of his rage on Jack, that's a great idea.

Keep amazing us chica!!! =D
sweet_crazyass From: sweet_crazyass Date: June 30th, 2006 01:02 pm (UTC) (Link)
Thanks so much, darlin'!

alliecat8 From: alliecat8 Date: June 29th, 2006 04:16 pm (UTC) (Link)
I had to sneak out of my self-imposed cave to read this. It's just amazing. Sawyer is SO broken, I don't see how Jack will fix him, but I have faith that he will. I think the thing that struck me the most about this fic is Sawyer's envy of Jack. It's always been a part of their dynamic, and something like this would REALLY bring it out. Sawyer wants everything that Jack has, and now Sawyer is deprived of the most basic things in life -- two of his senses -- and Jack has them, and in helping Sawyer, he's inadvertently rubbing salt into the wound.

The last line was perfect.

So MUCH wonderful fic from you lately. You are my hero. ♥
sweet_crazyass From: sweet_crazyass Date: June 30th, 2006 01:04 pm (UTC) (Link)

*bursts into tears*

Happy tears, thank you so much.

Love you!
coffeegirl18 From: coffeegirl18 Date: June 29th, 2006 04:47 pm (UTC) (Link)
Argh...Fuckin' computer...please excuse the language but I've had a pretty nutto week. My computer just got hit by lightening three times in a row. I finally powered it off when I could see better (It was really dark out too.) but I lost all the lj pages I had up, I was reading your fic here at the time of the first outage and had left to get coffee from the kitchen. Anyway I love this fic, oh grr...I think I already reviewed. I love this story and I can't wait to read more...deleting other review.Poor Sawyer, I'm sure all will be explained later.

sweet_crazyass From: sweet_crazyass Date: June 30th, 2006 01:05 pm (UTC) (Link)
Stupid lightning!

And thanks so much, I appreciate it!
ficangel From: ficangel Date: June 29th, 2006 05:04 pm (UTC) (Link)
This is so lovely. I agree with the other posters, you've done a fantastic job in painting a picture of Sawyer's new sensory limits. And, oh, his vulnerability here is breaking my heart. It's like watching a wounded animal that keeps snapping at everyone who's trying to help it.
sweet_crazyass From: sweet_crazyass Date: June 30th, 2006 01:07 pm (UTC) (Link)
I agree with the other posters, you've done a fantastic job in painting a picture of Sawyer's new sensory limits.

Whew, thank you.

*wipes brow*

The further I got into this the more I became concerned about exactly that, so whew again. And thanks, again.
bbmarcello From: bbmarcello Date: June 29th, 2006 05:49 pm (UTC) (Link)
Holy batfink, this is terrific! Love the interplay between Jack and Sawyer, love angry not in control, crowded in Sawyer. Love the fact that i always have 'holy shit' moments with your fic when I catch up to everyone else (yep, i'm slow) and realise where you're going with this one. TBC is music to my ears. Read this with Jakatta - American Dream pumping out of my stereo and it sounded extra dramatic.
sweet_crazyass From: sweet_crazyass Date: June 30th, 2006 01:08 pm (UTC) (Link)
Yay! Thanks so much, I appreciate that more than you know.
astra2104 From: astra2104 Date: June 29th, 2006 06:35 pm (UTC) (Link)




*is blown away by fic*
Maybe some coherent feedback later.
sweet_crazyass From: sweet_crazyass Date: June 30th, 2006 01:09 pm (UTC) (Link)
Thanks? ;)
decayd_matter From: decayd_matter Date: June 29th, 2006 08:58 pm (UTC) (Link)
Great storyline. I really like it.

Can't wait to read the next one.
sweet_crazyass From: sweet_crazyass Date: June 30th, 2006 01:10 pm (UTC) (Link)
Thanks so much!
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