Lost: Last Chance Pt. 2 (Dr. Jack Shepard/Boone Carlyle)
Title: Little Earthquakes
Author:
ficklemuse
Fandom: Lost
Characters: Dr. Jack Shepard/Boone Carlyle
Prompt: 033. Present
Word Count: 499
Rating: G
Author's Notes: For
slash_me_twice
Disclaimer: I don't own 'Lost' or any of their lovely characters. All hail ABC etc.
Coming down the stairs of the farmhouse Jack's greeted by a friendly face and a wag of the tail.
"Morning Hershey." Pausing at the bottom of the step Jack gives the puppy deep scratches behind her ears and a belly rub.
Normally he wasn't much of a cat or a dog person. But Hershey had been a gift from a grateful patient and Jack couldn't say no. In the past few months he'd grown fond of the chocolate lab's company.
The life of a 'country' doctor still seemed completely foreign, but Jack was slowly learning to adapt. It came about on the spur of the moment. One minute he'd been sitting in the office of the Chief of Staff trying to angle to get his old position at the hospital back and the next minute he was tendering his official resignation and walking out of the hospital without a plan or a place to go for the first time in his life.
He'd found the house and the practice through an old medical school friend and bought it sight unseen. All he knew was Schaffer California was as far from Los Angeles in state of mind as he could get. The office in the converted granary was open four days a week. Mon-Thursday with an emergency visit every now and then whenever some dumb high school kid managed to get tangled up in some barbed wire.
He wandered into the kitchen and grabbed the carton of orange juice out of the fridge. Leaning against the counter, Jack surveyed the open kitchen/dining room/living room with satisfaction. The remodel of the farmhouse hadn't exactly been one of his priorities when he'd bought the place but his mother had been so horrified by its condition Jack used it to his advantage. In exchange for free reign in remodeling the place, Jack's mother agreed to let Jack live relatively in peace. He still visited her once a week for unbearably awkward dinners but she'd stopped lamenting that he was throwing away his future. As far as he was concerned it was a win/win situation.
After breakfast Jack pulled on his boots and started for the barn. He wanted to let the horses out and get to work mucking out the stalls before the temperature started to climb.
He pulled open the front door and came to a complete halt. Blinked. Rubbed his hands over his face and blinked again.
"Jack?"
The voice was raspy, from lack of use and the eyes behind weeks worth of beard were bleary, red rimmed. The excruciatingly thin body in front him looked as if it could barely stand much less have climbed the front porch steps.
Jack wanted to slam the door and possibly curl up in the fetal position. But instead he found himself drawing nearer. His fingers reached out reluctantly to confirm what he was seeing. Just as Jack's fingers would have reached the other's face, he collapsed in a heap on Jack's porch.
"Boone?
Author:
ficklemuseFandom: Lost
Characters: Dr. Jack Shepard/Boone Carlyle
Prompt: 033. Present
Word Count: 499
Rating: G
Author's Notes: For
slash_me_twiceDisclaimer: I don't own 'Lost' or any of their lovely characters. All hail ABC etc.
Coming down the stairs of the farmhouse Jack's greeted by a friendly face and a wag of the tail.
"Morning Hershey." Pausing at the bottom of the step Jack gives the puppy deep scratches behind her ears and a belly rub.
Normally he wasn't much of a cat or a dog person. But Hershey had been a gift from a grateful patient and Jack couldn't say no. In the past few months he'd grown fond of the chocolate lab's company.
The life of a 'country' doctor still seemed completely foreign, but Jack was slowly learning to adapt. It came about on the spur of the moment. One minute he'd been sitting in the office of the Chief of Staff trying to angle to get his old position at the hospital back and the next minute he was tendering his official resignation and walking out of the hospital without a plan or a place to go for the first time in his life.
He'd found the house and the practice through an old medical school friend and bought it sight unseen. All he knew was Schaffer California was as far from Los Angeles in state of mind as he could get. The office in the converted granary was open four days a week. Mon-Thursday with an emergency visit every now and then whenever some dumb high school kid managed to get tangled up in some barbed wire.
He wandered into the kitchen and grabbed the carton of orange juice out of the fridge. Leaning against the counter, Jack surveyed the open kitchen/dining room/living room with satisfaction. The remodel of the farmhouse hadn't exactly been one of his priorities when he'd bought the place but his mother had been so horrified by its condition Jack used it to his advantage. In exchange for free reign in remodeling the place, Jack's mother agreed to let Jack live relatively in peace. He still visited her once a week for unbearably awkward dinners but she'd stopped lamenting that he was throwing away his future. As far as he was concerned it was a win/win situation.
After breakfast Jack pulled on his boots and started for the barn. He wanted to let the horses out and get to work mucking out the stalls before the temperature started to climb.
He pulled open the front door and came to a complete halt. Blinked. Rubbed his hands over his face and blinked again.
"Jack?"
The voice was raspy, from lack of use and the eyes behind weeks worth of beard were bleary, red rimmed. The excruciatingly thin body in front him looked as if it could barely stand much less have climbed the front porch steps.
Jack wanted to slam the door and possibly curl up in the fetal position. But instead he found himself drawing nearer. His fingers reached out reluctantly to confirm what he was seeing. Just as Jack's fingers would have reached the other's face, he collapsed in a heap on Jack's porch.
"Boone?