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

Title: It's A Long Way Down To Nothing At All
Rating: light NC17
Pairing: Jack/Sayid
Words: 639
Summary: “I don’t care what they said,” Jack whispers low as he pushes Sayid back against the wall of the Temple’s room with the pool, feeling like he needs closeness to say this, “you’re not dead or going dark side or whatever he means. You’re not. Hear me? Not under my watch.”
Spoilers: for early S6. Set between the premiere and 6x05.
Disclaimer: Again, Lost isn't mine.
A/N: originally written for mollivanders for the five acts meme; the prompts were worrying and sex against a wall. BTW: totally AU since I wrote it too late, probably. ;) Title from U2.

( Jack needs to make his point. )

Title: The Last Two Hours
Rating: NC17
Pairing: Jack/Sayid
Words: 1069
Spoilers: heavy for 5x15, Follow The Leader.
Summary: Jack doesn’t really know why he’s doing this and if he isn’t getting everything wrong, but hell, it’s the last two hours of their lives. Right?
Disclaimer: not mine, this'd happen in the finale.
A/N: For jaydblu who asked relief on the infamous alphabet meme. Also, I wanted to write Jack/Sayid after last episode so I jumped on it.

( There’s something relieving about Sayid’s mere presence; Jack can’t exactly put it into words but it feels good to have him on his side even with everything that passed in between. )

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. )

Since I'm way long from done with the WWII research and I had this one going through my head for a while, I figured I'd go with it. Though I've never really tried anything along these lines before, pairing included.

Title: Gallons of Rubbing Alcohol Flow Through The Strip
Rating: R
Characters/Pairing: Jack/Sayid
Word counting: around 4700
Disclaimer: didn't happen and they sadly aren't mine.
Spoilers: For Through the Looking Glass and The Economist.
Summary: He never drives. Sayid insists and Jack doesn’t really care for driving right now. They don’t have a destination; the important thing is never to stay in one place for more than two days. Jack doesn’t know why exactly. Sayid had told him that they were being chased, or something like that. Maybe he had also told him who was chasing them, but Jack can’t remember it. There are a lot of things he can’t remember, these days.
A/N: For 12_stories #10, loyalty, 5_loves #5, run and the quote prompt of day 5 hiatus challenge at lostsquee: It was almost noon, and we still had more than a hundred miles to go. They would be tough miles. [...] But there was no going back, and no time to rest. [Hunter S Thompson ~ Fear And Loathing In Las Vegas]. Now, as you have probably seen from the title, everything in this is very Nirvana, including the titles of the sections. Blame FF Jack. It isn't in chronological order. The sex isn't graphic at all, but a section deals also with withdrawal symptoms. The discourse in the second section isn't absolutely of my making, but it's a demonstration I studied in a class of moral philosophy which seemed quite suited.

( Jack hasn’t seen Sayid for two years when he knocks at his door. Jack doesn’t open because frankly, he thinks it’s an hallucination. )