Ana Lucia-centric Fic: She should have known better/Pieces of Jack/Triangles
Title: She should have known better/Pieces of Jack/Triangles
Fandom: Lost
Characters: Ana Lucia
Pairings: Jack/Kate/Sawyer mix 'n match, one-sided Ana Lucia/Jack
Word Count: 796
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: mild slash references, language
Summary: Ana Lucia centric. Ana Lucia looks back on her choices made and realizes why you don't try to mix into the Jack/Kate/Sawyer love triangle.
Author's Notes: I'll probably edit this later. Anyway, this fic has been tickling in the back of my mind for a while now (since the beginning of the third season, actually), but it took me 'til now (the season three finale) to write it. Yes, the damn thing does have three titles, but whatever.
*~*
She should have known better. But still, meeting Jack… meeting Jack was a good thing. Even after the baby died, and after Danny left her, meeting Jack in that airport that day - that was a good thing.
Jack was a good man. Everyone could see it. Jack was a good man, even though he was lost and confused sometimes, and didn’t really want to be leader. Ana Lucia liked that. She wanted a good man, a stable man (then again, Jack wasn’t really quite stable, and neither is she, but then again, were any of them really stable?). And kissing Jack was like heaven on that tropicana hellhole.
She should have known better.
She knew the moment she became a part of their group that she was hated and unwanted - she killed that girl (Shannon?), after all, even if it was just an accident. But all the same, Jack reached out to her, and it felt good. Jack she could trust, Jack she could believe in - Jack who she loved.
But it was all in futility. Ana Lucia was not blind. She saw the way Kate’s eyes hovered scornfully on her back whenever she and Jack stood too close, side-by-side. Then she saw the way that Sawyer’s eyes flickered towards Kate, and she knew that she had inadvertently stepped into a love triangle. She knew the consequences of entering such twisted series of relationships, but she hoped prayed that she could just have her piece of Jack. She focused all of her nightly thoughts on putting Kate and Sawyer together so it could just be she alone with her piece of Jack.
Then, on an un-extraordinary day, she saw Sawyer’s eyes lingering on Jack, and for a split second, Jack looked back - she then realized that she had stumbled upon something a lot more fucked up than your average love triangle. But she reassured herself and pressed herself closer and closer to Jack, with a bit of dread in her stomach. Dread for the looks that Jack and Kate would exchange, and Kate and Sawyer, and Sawyer and Jack, and it wasn’t just a love triangle, it was some ungodly shape that shouldn’t be touched or interfered with or infringed upon.
But all she wanted was a little bit of Jack.
Then she discovered the price paid for trying to make a square out of what was clearly a polygon with three equal sides - there was no room for a fourth angle. Michael’s bullet went straight into her stomach and it was that moment where she knew her baby was dead all over again - except this time, it was a lot worse. A lot worse because she knew it was her own damn fault. Not Michael’s, even though he’s holding the gun. Not the Others, even though their morals are on a fucking high-horse of fallacies - no, it was her own damn fault, because she wanted a piece of something that didn’t belong to her.
She should have known better.
Jack and Kate and Sawyer would always be tangled together. Always. Nothing else could interfere with that, because Jack will always tell himself that he loves Kate, and Sawyer will always tell himself he doesn’t, and Kate will tell herself that she loves one or the other or both, and the boys won’t be able to stop staring at each other and will keep on protecting Kate instead.
So she sits back in this purgatory (or whatever non-existence the people on the Island go to when they die) and watches her precious Jack cry for her and move on. It hurts a bit, knowing that she’s so easily replaceable, but she also knows its inevitable - like the kisses Kate shares with both Jack and Sawyer, and Kate and Sawyer finally sleeping together (a bit too late, she adds bitterly), and Jack finding someone else to fill the hole that Kate created and won’t allow Sawyer to fill.
Her name is Juliet.
Ana Lucia knows, without a doubt, that this woman will die, like her Shakespearean counterpart. And Ana Lucia knows that she, like Juliet Capulet, will die for love, or lack there of. She recognizes the desperate look in her eyes when she betrays Jack and loves him all at the same time. This Juliet is a bit cleverer in allowing Sawyer and Kate to finally come together, but Jack, like always, is hounding in his heart for Kate.
Jack and Sawyer’s looks are lasting longer now.
Ana Lucia can do nothing but sit back and laugh at Juliet’s folly, because Jack and Kate and Sawyer are one fucked up triangle, and there’s no choice but to surrender your love -
or die.
Juliet should have known better.
Because either way, she’s going to find out soon.
*~*
Yeah, I totally think Juliet is gonna die because she is infringing on the Jack/Kate/Sawyer love triangle. I totally believe this. Look at what happened to Ana Lucia. She's going to have a buddy now and start a "I fell in love with Jack and died" club. Juliet's royally screwed for messing with the holy trinity.
Fandom: Lost
Characters: Ana Lucia
Pairings: Jack/Kate/Sawyer mix 'n match, one-sided Ana Lucia/Jack
Word Count: 796
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: mild slash references, language
Summary: Ana Lucia centric. Ana Lucia looks back on her choices made and realizes why you don't try to mix into the Jack/Kate/Sawyer love triangle.
Author's Notes: I'll probably edit this later. Anyway, this fic has been tickling in the back of my mind for a while now (since the beginning of the third season, actually), but it took me 'til now (the season three finale) to write it. Yes, the damn thing does have three titles, but whatever.
*~*
She should have known better. But still, meeting Jack… meeting Jack was a good thing. Even after the baby died, and after Danny left her, meeting Jack in that airport that day - that was a good thing.
Jack was a good man. Everyone could see it. Jack was a good man, even though he was lost and confused sometimes, and didn’t really want to be leader. Ana Lucia liked that. She wanted a good man, a stable man (then again, Jack wasn’t really quite stable, and neither is she, but then again, were any of them really stable?). And kissing Jack was like heaven on that tropicana hellhole.
She should have known better.
She knew the moment she became a part of their group that she was hated and unwanted - she killed that girl (Shannon?), after all, even if it was just an accident. But all the same, Jack reached out to her, and it felt good. Jack she could trust, Jack she could believe in - Jack who she loved.
But it was all in futility. Ana Lucia was not blind. She saw the way Kate’s eyes hovered scornfully on her back whenever she and Jack stood too close, side-by-side. Then she saw the way that Sawyer’s eyes flickered towards Kate, and she knew that she had inadvertently stepped into a love triangle. She knew the consequences of entering such twisted series of relationships, but she hoped prayed that she could just have her piece of Jack. She focused all of her nightly thoughts on putting Kate and Sawyer together so it could just be she alone with her piece of Jack.
Then, on an un-extraordinary day, she saw Sawyer’s eyes lingering on Jack, and for a split second, Jack looked back - she then realized that she had stumbled upon something a lot more fucked up than your average love triangle. But she reassured herself and pressed herself closer and closer to Jack, with a bit of dread in her stomach. Dread for the looks that Jack and Kate would exchange, and Kate and Sawyer, and Sawyer and Jack, and it wasn’t just a love triangle, it was some ungodly shape that shouldn’t be touched or interfered with or infringed upon.
But all she wanted was a little bit of Jack.
Then she discovered the price paid for trying to make a square out of what was clearly a polygon with three equal sides - there was no room for a fourth angle. Michael’s bullet went straight into her stomach and it was that moment where she knew her baby was dead all over again - except this time, it was a lot worse. A lot worse because she knew it was her own damn fault. Not Michael’s, even though he’s holding the gun. Not the Others, even though their morals are on a fucking high-horse of fallacies - no, it was her own damn fault, because she wanted a piece of something that didn’t belong to her.
She should have known better.
Jack and Kate and Sawyer would always be tangled together. Always. Nothing else could interfere with that, because Jack will always tell himself that he loves Kate, and Sawyer will always tell himself he doesn’t, and Kate will tell herself that she loves one or the other or both, and the boys won’t be able to stop staring at each other and will keep on protecting Kate instead.
So she sits back in this purgatory (or whatever non-existence the people on the Island go to when they die) and watches her precious Jack cry for her and move on. It hurts a bit, knowing that she’s so easily replaceable, but she also knows its inevitable - like the kisses Kate shares with both Jack and Sawyer, and Kate and Sawyer finally sleeping together (a bit too late, she adds bitterly), and Jack finding someone else to fill the hole that Kate created and won’t allow Sawyer to fill.
Her name is Juliet.
Ana Lucia knows, without a doubt, that this woman will die, like her Shakespearean counterpart. And Ana Lucia knows that she, like Juliet Capulet, will die for love, or lack there of. She recognizes the desperate look in her eyes when she betrays Jack and loves him all at the same time. This Juliet is a bit cleverer in allowing Sawyer and Kate to finally come together, but Jack, like always, is hounding in his heart for Kate.
Jack and Sawyer’s looks are lasting longer now.
Ana Lucia can do nothing but sit back and laugh at Juliet’s folly, because Jack and Kate and Sawyer are one fucked up triangle, and there’s no choice but to surrender your love -
or die.
Juliet should have known better.
Because either way, she’s going to find out soon.
*~*
Yeah, I totally think Juliet is gonna die because she is infringing on the Jack/Kate/Sawyer love triangle. I totally believe this. Look at what happened to Ana Lucia. She's going to have a buddy now and start a "I fell in love with Jack and died" club. Juliet's royally screwed for messing with the holy trinity.