Oh my. These are things people do when they grieve. These are the things people do when they are Jack and Shannon. I haven't felt so much in a fic in a long time.
I loved the details about Shannon and Jack's clothes and the mud. It was an excellent metaphor for their messy lives and messy coupling. They might have not felt much pleasure and are soaked in shame but I think they feel better than when they started, if that makes any sense. You say it best in this line:
She just knows that he’s been the last with Boone, that he gave him his own blood, that whatever still remains of Boone which isn’t his clothes is in Jack, in the hands that were the last to touch him and on the clothes he was wearing when he died, the same he’s wearing now.
It was an amazing point and expressed in such a powerful way.
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Date: 2008-07-10 01:12 pm (UTC)I loved the details about Shannon and Jack's clothes and the mud. It was an excellent metaphor for their messy lives and messy coupling. They might have not felt much pleasure and are soaked in shame but I think they feel better than when they started, if that makes any sense. You say it best in this line:
She just knows that he’s been the last with Boone, that he gave him his own blood, that whatever still remains of Boone which isn’t his clothes is in Jack, in the hands that were the last to touch him and on the clothes he was wearing when he died, the same he’s wearing now.
It was an amazing point and expressed in such a powerful way.
Thanks for writing this.