Bird on a Wire, chapter 2
Title: Bird on a Wire
Rating: PG-ish, I suppose.
Disclaimer: I don't own Lost or the characters thereof. I'm just borrowing.
Summary: Kate/Sawyer, post-rescue. Not based on Through the Looking Glass' flash forward.
chapter 1
The second time he comes, it's not a visiting day. She's irritated at being summoned from her cell, preferring the small, contained area to the strange, dysfunctional community of the rest of the facility. She makes her way reluctantly down the dimly lit hallways, both expecting and dreading a visit from her half-assed excuse for a lawyer.
When she sits down in front of the plexiglass partition and picks up the phone, her head only snaps up to look at her companion when she hears a familiar drawl. “Well, well, Freckles, thought you were never comin' out.”
She brightens considerably then, surprised, rewarding him with a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. “What are you doing here?”
“Was just in the neighborhood.” He shrugs. “I need a reason?”
“I guess not.” She tips her head, studying him. “Good to see you, Sawyer.”
A slow, disarming grin makes its way across his face and she can just see the wheels in his head turning. She prepares herself for the inappropriate comment she knows is coming.
“Good to see me, or good to see me?” His smirk widens, eyebrows wagging just slightly, suggestively. It'd be creepy coming from anyone but him. “I hafta get this visiting hours thing down. Conjugal visit might be nice next time.”
She looks at him skeptically. “You came here to proposition me through a window.”
“Don't make it sound so disgusting,” he scoffs. “Phone sex ain't so bad either, come to think of it.”
She holds said phone away from her ear slightly, wrinkling her nose at him. “I'm going to hang up...”
He sighs. Loudly. “Fine. Whatcha wanna talk about?”
“You came here. What did you want to talk about?”
It'd been so easy on the island. They didn't know each others' pasts, and their futures were just as uncertain. They'd just known they both didn't fit in, as he'd put it, and probably didn't want to. They'd understood each other, and each strangely needed the other, though neither one had ever admitted it and never would.
But here, back in the real world, it isn't so easy. Now he knows of her past, in excruciating detail that he doesn't want, thanks to the news reports he tries to avoid but can't. Not when it's her face plastered across his small television screen. She still knows next to nothing about him, but just the idea that he knows about her leaves her feeling uncomfortably exposed in his presence. And Kate doesn't like uncomfortably exposed.
“You readin' the book?”
She's shaken out of her reverie with his words, and it takes a moment to bring herself back into the present, to this conversation. “I finished it a long time ago.” What she doesn't say is that it's been a long time since he first visited, and she certainly doesn't let on that she's minded that fact.
He nods, expectantly. “And?”
“And you were right, it is about bunnies.”
“Huh.” He actually looks a little unsure as to how to respond to the non-answer, but soon slides effortlessly into amused. “Not much of a reader, are you?”
She actually does look slightly amused at that, and opens her mouth to respond only to shut it again when she's tapped on the shoulder. “Time's up.” Kate turns her head to shoot a withering look at the woman behind her, but she turns back to the window, shrugging and giving Sawyer an apologetic look.
He stands up then, as far as the phone's cord will let him, and slaps the glass, irritated, with the back of his hand. “Time-Nazi bitch.” He mutters at the guard, and while Kate can read his lips she doubts the other woman cares enough to pay that close of attention. She shrugs again and murmurs a goodbye into the phone before hanging up and standing, turning back towards the door.
She can hear, faintly, Sawyer punching the glass once more for good measure, but she doesn't turn around to see him leave.
chapter 3
Rating: PG-ish, I suppose.
Disclaimer: I don't own Lost or the characters thereof. I'm just borrowing.
Summary: Kate/Sawyer, post-rescue. Not based on Through the Looking Glass' flash forward.
chapter 1
The second time he comes, it's not a visiting day. She's irritated at being summoned from her cell, preferring the small, contained area to the strange, dysfunctional community of the rest of the facility. She makes her way reluctantly down the dimly lit hallways, both expecting and dreading a visit from her half-assed excuse for a lawyer.
When she sits down in front of the plexiglass partition and picks up the phone, her head only snaps up to look at her companion when she hears a familiar drawl. “Well, well, Freckles, thought you were never comin' out.”
She brightens considerably then, surprised, rewarding him with a smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes. “What are you doing here?”
“Was just in the neighborhood.” He shrugs. “I need a reason?”
“I guess not.” She tips her head, studying him. “Good to see you, Sawyer.”
A slow, disarming grin makes its way across his face and she can just see the wheels in his head turning. She prepares herself for the inappropriate comment she knows is coming.
“Good to see me, or good to see me?” His smirk widens, eyebrows wagging just slightly, suggestively. It'd be creepy coming from anyone but him. “I hafta get this visiting hours thing down. Conjugal visit might be nice next time.”
She looks at him skeptically. “You came here to proposition me through a window.”
“Don't make it sound so disgusting,” he scoffs. “Phone sex ain't so bad either, come to think of it.”
She holds said phone away from her ear slightly, wrinkling her nose at him. “I'm going to hang up...”
He sighs. Loudly. “Fine. Whatcha wanna talk about?”
“You came here. What did you want to talk about?”
It'd been so easy on the island. They didn't know each others' pasts, and their futures were just as uncertain. They'd just known they both didn't fit in, as he'd put it, and probably didn't want to. They'd understood each other, and each strangely needed the other, though neither one had ever admitted it and never would.
But here, back in the real world, it isn't so easy. Now he knows of her past, in excruciating detail that he doesn't want, thanks to the news reports he tries to avoid but can't. Not when it's her face plastered across his small television screen. She still knows next to nothing about him, but just the idea that he knows about her leaves her feeling uncomfortably exposed in his presence. And Kate doesn't like uncomfortably exposed.
“You readin' the book?”
She's shaken out of her reverie with his words, and it takes a moment to bring herself back into the present, to this conversation. “I finished it a long time ago.” What she doesn't say is that it's been a long time since he first visited, and she certainly doesn't let on that she's minded that fact.
He nods, expectantly. “And?”
“And you were right, it is about bunnies.”
“Huh.” He actually looks a little unsure as to how to respond to the non-answer, but soon slides effortlessly into amused. “Not much of a reader, are you?”
She actually does look slightly amused at that, and opens her mouth to respond only to shut it again when she's tapped on the shoulder. “Time's up.” Kate turns her head to shoot a withering look at the woman behind her, but she turns back to the window, shrugging and giving Sawyer an apologetic look.
He stands up then, as far as the phone's cord will let him, and slaps the glass, irritated, with the back of his hand. “Time-Nazi bitch.” He mutters at the guard, and while Kate can read his lips she doubts the other woman cares enough to pay that close of attention. She shrugs again and murmurs a goodbye into the phone before hanging up and standing, turning back towards the door.
She can hear, faintly, Sawyer punching the glass once more for good measure, but she doesn't turn around to see him leave.
chapter 3