Re: Lost, Kate/Sayid, second chance/reunion aurillyMay 14 2011, 06:10:26 UTC
The days go by, each one the same as the next, but slightly more unraveled. Aaron starts to look at Claire more and more as his mother. Sayid continues to brood. Carole continues to put on a brave face despite tripping over people every minute of the day. Kate feels less and less like she has any place here.
She doesn’t mean to eavesdrop, but the boys are hardly being subtle about their whispering anymore, and their voices coming through the wall to her bedroom wake her up. She notices that Sayid isn’t beside her.
She knows there’s no way she’s going back to sleep, so she creeps downstairs to find him. He isn’t in the living room or the kitchen or on the back porch where he’s recently taken to sitting. She’s just about to assume he went to the bathroom, and head back to bed, when she hears a click at the front of the house.
Through the window, she sees his back in the moonlight. She runs out after him, careful to make even less noise than he did.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she whispers, savagely, pulling him back by the elbow. “You’re leaving?”
“I don’t deserve to be here. I’m sorry, Kate. If I had told you I was leaving, you would have tried to stop me.”
“Damn right I would have.”
They stand together in the moonlight; she’s all challenge and he is all resignation---but she knows better than to try to make him stay.
And that’s when she gets it. She knows what she has always been supposed to do. She took the other paths before, and so did he, but now… now they’re finally going to follow through. He left to go it alone once, taking his leave on a beach with a few sweet words and kiss on the hand. She should have stopped him then; she’s going to go with him now.
“Wait for five minutes. Don’t go anywhere,” she begs.
“Why?”
“Just promise.”
“I will wait. But in five minutes…”
She runs back into the house and tiptoes up the stairs. None of them have accumulated many things. The basics are easily thrown into a backpack.
As she tiptoes down the stairs, she knows she’s making the right decision.
When she comes out of the house, Sayid takes in her backpack and he understands. “Where shall we go?”
Kate shrugs. “Does it matter?”
She twines her fingers with his as they begin walking together. This isn’t running; this is going home.
Re: Lost, Kate/Sayid, second chance/reunion aboutbunniesMay 16 2011, 00:27:31 UTC
I just let out a happy sigh, just so you know.
I love everything about this. The world you've crafted for them post-island feels real and wrong, yet certainly how things would have gone. I love the little details like the implied Miles/Richard, Carole's feelings on all these strangers living under her roof, love that you've dealt with Sayid's other-ness. And Kate's slow realization that she doesn't belong only highlights the connection and similarities between her and Sayid.
The last line is perfect. Thank you so much for this!
She doesn’t mean to eavesdrop, but the boys are hardly being subtle about their whispering anymore, and their voices coming through the wall to her bedroom wake her up. She notices that Sayid isn’t beside her.
She knows there’s no way she’s going back to sleep, so she creeps downstairs to find him. He isn’t in the living room or the kitchen or on the back porch where he’s recently taken to sitting. She’s just about to assume he went to the bathroom, and head back to bed, when she hears a click at the front of the house.
Through the window, she sees his back in the moonlight. She runs out after him, careful to make even less noise than he did.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she whispers, savagely, pulling him back by the elbow. “You’re leaving?”
“I don’t deserve to be here. I’m sorry, Kate. If I had told you I was leaving, you would have tried to stop me.”
“Damn right I would have.”
They stand together in the moonlight; she’s all challenge and he is all resignation---but she knows better than to try to make him stay.
And that’s when she gets it. She knows what she has always been supposed to do. She took the other paths before, and so did he, but now… now they’re finally going to follow through. He left to go it alone once, taking his leave on a beach with a few sweet words and kiss on the hand. She should have stopped him then; she’s going to go with him now.
“Wait for five minutes. Don’t go anywhere,” she begs.
“Why?”
“Just promise.”
“I will wait. But in five minutes…”
She runs back into the house and tiptoes up the stairs. None of them have accumulated many things. The basics are easily thrown into a backpack.
As she tiptoes down the stairs, she knows she’s making the right decision.
When she comes out of the house, Sayid takes in her backpack and he understands. “Where shall we go?”
Kate shrugs. “Does it matter?”
She twines her fingers with his as they begin walking together. This isn’t running; this is going home.
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I love everything about this. The world you've crafted for them post-island feels real and wrong, yet certainly how things would have gone. I love the little details like the implied Miles/Richard, Carole's feelings on all these strangers living under her roof, love that you've dealt with Sayid's other-ness. And Kate's slow realization that she doesn't belong only highlights the connection and similarities between her and Sayid.
The last line is perfect. Thank you so much for this!
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