Since you're gone my empty arms have nothing left to hold

National holidays and long weekends are a blessing. Apart from managing to catch up some on both Kant and the Real Hume, I managed to finish the finale icons and write some. Hey, I'm that close to finish the dam table and an idea is an idea.

Title: Transcendental Blues
Rating: PG13
Characters/Pairing: Jack/Sayid
Word counting: 2185
Disclaimer: AU for the finale, so didn't happen. Still not mine, what a surprise.
Spoilers: for There's No Place Like Home part 2/3 and general S4.
Summary: Only the appearances differ, but the truth is that underneath all of them except Sun are there under the shadow of what Jack calls transcendental blues. Jack doesn’t hide from it and Sayid can only respect him for that. Surely more than he respects himself.
A/N: for 12_stories #7, nature. Title stolen from Earle as usual, but I thought it was particularly suited for those two. The song doesn't have a thing to do with this apart from that. AU for the ending of the finale, implying that it's Sayid the one Jack meets at the parlor. The songs on Jack's truck are Creep by Stone Temple Pilots and Fell On Black Days by Soundgarden, so those aren't mine either. Now I want to know why I can't write these two on island but however, here it goes. And I'm almost done with that, too.

( Sayid doesn’t waste time, when stepping into the funeral parlor. )

Blame it on the term almost over or on some urge to write Boone I've been having for some time without being able to plot a single thing. Or on a less urgent urge of trying to write Jack in one shot things. Or on the very, very inviting prompts. There's my claim for 12_stories.



( table 7 - miscellanous A )

Go for me trying new pairings..