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purestvixen requested for anything Sawyer so here there are some icons (seven) and a ficlet.
Title: Darkness on the Edge of Town
Rating/Warnings: PG13
Characters: Sawyer, some light implied Sawyer/Kate maybe
Word counting: 997
Disclaimer: Lost isn't mine and the title is Springsteen's.
Spoilers: Some for the S4 finale even if it's set in S1 more or less after Confidence Man.
Summary:The interesting bit of the expression is not the darkness, it’s the edge of town. It implies that there’s a town, a divided one; in the center, you have the light, the honest jobs he never even tried to take, the honest life he never pretended to live, the expensive clothes he never bought for a perfect wife he never had.
A/N: for Queenpurestvixen, who requested Sawyer. Thing is, I'm really too much into Springsteen these days, so I have to give him credit for the idea even if I had it in my head for a while. No plot whatsoever and not really of the happy sort though.
Darkness on the edge of town is an expression that Sawyer has always liked. A lot.
It’s not only that he likes how it sounds. He likes the sound, alright, but it isn’t a question of sound only. It’s more about what lies behind it, about the concept of darkness on the edge of town. It’s not a nice concept, but that isn’t the point of the matter. Sawyer was never one for nice concepts anyway.
It’s easy to split it and explain it on a very superficial level; there’s darkness first and that’s a word that doesn’t need much pondering, not for him. It’s where he spent most of his life anyway, isn’t it?
The interesting bit of the expression is not the darkness, it’s the edge of town. It implies that there’s a town, a divided one; in the center, you have the light, the honest jobs he never even tried to take, the honest life he never pretended to live, the expensive clothes he never bought for a perfect wife he never had.
Then there’s the edge where all the dirt comes out, where you don’t have neat roads with shiny shop windows full of pricey clothes, where you don’t have an honest job; you can’t get out from it after that much time spent there and there, you find things that you can’t have anywhere else.
Thing is, revenge ranks pretty much there and not anywhere else and that’s why Sawyer never really left the edge of town. Because he realizes that everything he wants is there; for fifteen years or so, he had realized that there was a high price to pay for wanting that kind of thing, but he had thought he could pay that. He finds out too late that he couldn’t, when he realizes the man he just shot wasn’t who he had been searching for.
Nothing changes when he crashes on the island.
The town is still there, only it isn’t a town but forty people, some caves and some tents; it doesn’t matter because there’s still that division, there’s the center, there’s the edge.
Jack is the center, nothing to say; he’s everything that you can’t find in the darkness of the edge of town. Sawyer knows where he stands; he makes it his mission to fulfill his role best as he can.
He frames all of them nicely in a couple of days; Kate is the closest to him, one that probably was born in the fucking darkness of the edge of town but desperately wants to leave it. Sawyer shakes his head and smirks while thinking about it. He already understood that she was going to try with all of herself. Might as well. For what he knows, it’s a hopeless feat. Sayid seems one that managed it, to get out of that shadow hanging over him, for a while; but it takes less than two weeks for Sawyer to find out on his skin that he was right all along and that no one gets away from it. Charlie and Shannon look like edge of town material, but Sawyer knows how to distinguish a fake from the real deal. They aren’t a real deal; Charlie knows it and Sawyer thinks that after a couple of weeks he didn’t even pretend anymore, while Shannon tries to behave otherwise but doesn’t fool anyone. Or at least not him. At least her brother has the decency of showing himself for what he is, which would be someone that wouldn’t ever believe in something such as the darkness on the edge of town. It isn’t a very liberal conception after all. Michael, his kid, Claire and Hurley are not darkness material, not at all; the Koreans look promising, in that sense, according to him.
Sawyer knows that him, Kate and Sayid are the ones more caught in the web. Or at least, they are caught in the web; Sawyer isn’t because he knows what he’s dealing with and as he’s going to tell Kate one day, he cons, that’s it, even if he maybe tried to be something else for a while and figured it wasn’t ever gonna work.
He still doesn’t know that one day he will try it with more effort, maybe blinded by the lights shining from the center of the town and that he will succeed at it, more or less; he doesn’t know that the darkness of the edge of town will claim him back one last time with an action that will prove his point exactly (once in, you won’t ever get out); as soon as it will be over, he will realize that he has cut loose the thread linking him to a place he should have never set foot in. He will realize that maybe he never was just edge of town material. Maybe not the shiny window shop material either, but not entirely to throw away. He will also realize that he doesn’t want only things to be found there, and then he will be the hero of the day that he never thought he could be; but he doesn’t know anything of this while lightening his last cigarette and throwing away the crumpled pack.
He takes a long drag and watches Jack and Kate talking on the beach, from afar, the ashes falling on the sand, his arm hurting like a bitch and the burning taste of the cigarette making him forget how Kate tasted like one day ago or so. He guesses that if she wants to see him one day (and maybe she won’t ever), he’s the most easily found.
As long as she wants to venture in the darkness on the edge of town, and he is sure that one day she will. He doesn’t even want to think about the option that it’s the first dream he might have had since a long time; usually, in the place he lives, dreams get lost.
End.
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Title: Darkness on the Edge of Town
Rating/Warnings: PG13
Characters: Sawyer, some light implied Sawyer/Kate maybe
Word counting: 997
Disclaimer: Lost isn't mine and the title is Springsteen's.
Spoilers: Some for the S4 finale even if it's set in S1 more or less after Confidence Man.
Summary:The interesting bit of the expression is not the darkness, it’s the edge of town. It implies that there’s a town, a divided one; in the center, you have the light, the honest jobs he never even tried to take, the honest life he never pretended to live, the expensive clothes he never bought for a perfect wife he never had.
A/N: for Queen
purestvixen, who requested Sawyer. Thing is, I'm really too much into Springsteen these days, so I have to give him credit for the idea even if I had it in my head for a while. No plot whatsoever and not really of the happy sort though.Darkness on the edge of town is an expression that Sawyer has always liked. A lot.
It’s not only that he likes how it sounds. He likes the sound, alright, but it isn’t a question of sound only. It’s more about what lies behind it, about the concept of darkness on the edge of town. It’s not a nice concept, but that isn’t the point of the matter. Sawyer was never one for nice concepts anyway.
It’s easy to split it and explain it on a very superficial level; there’s darkness first and that’s a word that doesn’t need much pondering, not for him. It’s where he spent most of his life anyway, isn’t it?
The interesting bit of the expression is not the darkness, it’s the edge of town. It implies that there’s a town, a divided one; in the center, you have the light, the honest jobs he never even tried to take, the honest life he never pretended to live, the expensive clothes he never bought for a perfect wife he never had.
Then there’s the edge where all the dirt comes out, where you don’t have neat roads with shiny shop windows full of pricey clothes, where you don’t have an honest job; you can’t get out from it after that much time spent there and there, you find things that you can’t have anywhere else.
Thing is, revenge ranks pretty much there and not anywhere else and that’s why Sawyer never really left the edge of town. Because he realizes that everything he wants is there; for fifteen years or so, he had realized that there was a high price to pay for wanting that kind of thing, but he had thought he could pay that. He finds out too late that he couldn’t, when he realizes the man he just shot wasn’t who he had been searching for.
Nothing changes when he crashes on the island.
The town is still there, only it isn’t a town but forty people, some caves and some tents; it doesn’t matter because there’s still that division, there’s the center, there’s the edge.
Jack is the center, nothing to say; he’s everything that you can’t find in the darkness of the edge of town. Sawyer knows where he stands; he makes it his mission to fulfill his role best as he can.
He frames all of them nicely in a couple of days; Kate is the closest to him, one that probably was born in the fucking darkness of the edge of town but desperately wants to leave it. Sawyer shakes his head and smirks while thinking about it. He already understood that she was going to try with all of herself. Might as well. For what he knows, it’s a hopeless feat. Sayid seems one that managed it, to get out of that shadow hanging over him, for a while; but it takes less than two weeks for Sawyer to find out on his skin that he was right all along and that no one gets away from it. Charlie and Shannon look like edge of town material, but Sawyer knows how to distinguish a fake from the real deal. They aren’t a real deal; Charlie knows it and Sawyer thinks that after a couple of weeks he didn’t even pretend anymore, while Shannon tries to behave otherwise but doesn’t fool anyone. Or at least not him. At least her brother has the decency of showing himself for what he is, which would be someone that wouldn’t ever believe in something such as the darkness on the edge of town. It isn’t a very liberal conception after all. Michael, his kid, Claire and Hurley are not darkness material, not at all; the Koreans look promising, in that sense, according to him.
Sawyer knows that him, Kate and Sayid are the ones more caught in the web. Or at least, they are caught in the web; Sawyer isn’t because he knows what he’s dealing with and as he’s going to tell Kate one day, he cons, that’s it, even if he maybe tried to be something else for a while and figured it wasn’t ever gonna work.
He still doesn’t know that one day he will try it with more effort, maybe blinded by the lights shining from the center of the town and that he will succeed at it, more or less; he doesn’t know that the darkness of the edge of town will claim him back one last time with an action that will prove his point exactly (once in, you won’t ever get out); as soon as it will be over, he will realize that he has cut loose the thread linking him to a place he should have never set foot in. He will realize that maybe he never was just edge of town material. Maybe not the shiny window shop material either, but not entirely to throw away. He will also realize that he doesn’t want only things to be found there, and then he will be the hero of the day that he never thought he could be; but he doesn’t know anything of this while lightening his last cigarette and throwing away the crumpled pack.
He takes a long drag and watches Jack and Kate talking on the beach, from afar, the ashes falling on the sand, his arm hurting like a bitch and the burning taste of the cigarette making him forget how Kate tasted like one day ago or so. He guesses that if she wants to see him one day (and maybe she won’t ever), he’s the most easily found.
As long as she wants to venture in the darkness on the edge of town, and he is sure that one day she will. He doesn’t even want to think about the option that it’s the first dream he might have had since a long time; usually, in the place he lives, dreams get lost.
End.
