LOST Fic: Kate/Juliet: The one thing in the whole world.... 3/?
Title: The one thing in the whole world (that Kate does care about)
Author: Carly Carter
Fandom: Lost
Pairing: Kate/Juliet
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Don't own anything
Summary: Alternate first meeting for Kate and Juliet- season 3.
A/N: At the request of some friends from ff net- a continuation to my supposedly "completed" supposed "one parter"
Dedication: For kassandra_luem , my Ju
1 http://carlyisnot.livejournal.com/21740.html
2 http://carlyisnot.livejournal.com/22001.html
Kate Austen closes her eyes in an attempt to diminish the unbearable throbbing pain in her head, the burning stinging sensation of her wrists being handcuffed, and the relentless aching of her back as she sat slumped up against the wall of the cold dismal hydra station. She shivers involuntarily. Every breath she takes causes a sharp bolt of pain to go shuddering through her weary body. All she wants is to sleep. She doesn't think she cares if she never wakes up.
Distantly, Kate hears voices.
“She is faking it.” Ben states dismissively.
The voice of the blonde woman challenges him. “You did beat her almost to death. You know, If you wanted to kill her there are easier ways. Ways that don't involve me wasting my time or our medical resources.”
“I don't want to kill her. On the contrary. I've plans for that one. She is special.”
“Unless your plans include a funeral service, let me take her to the infirmary.”
Ben sighed wearily. “Always a flair for the dramatic, Juliet.”
Juliet, Kate lets the name sink into her consciousness. Forgetting for a moment that these two human beings were casually discussing her death as if they were talking about the weather, Kate takes a moment to admire this woman, Juliet. To admire her her tone of voice when talking to Ben. Not a single trace of fear present, Juliet was confident, assertive. She didn't bow down to him like everyone else did.
“She's not like all the others, Ben. You're making a mistake if you think you can buy her allegiance with empty promises of freedom, or scare her into submission with your threats.”
“Not like you then, Juliet.” Ben retorts.
Although she can't open her eyes and see the look of anger on Juliet's face, Kate can feel the tension in the room rising. For a moment there is awkward silence. And then, calmly, Juliet speaks again.
“Let me take care of her. Show her that we aren't really the bad guys. After a while, she wont even want to go back to those people. To those two cowardly men who sold her out for their own freedom. She will want to stay here, work with us. Isn't that far more ideal than keeping her against her will?”
“An unwilling participant is far more of a challenge. And I fancy a challenge.”
Ben's voice sent shivers down Kate's spine. Instinctively she clings a little tighter to that toy plane encased in her left hand, so tight that she iss certain it iss digging into her calloused skin, drawing blood.
“She'd be more use to you if you turned her anger back on her own people.” Juliet remarks casually.
There is heavy silence as Ben contemplates the suggestion. “Fine, as you wish. Take her.” Ben concedes, as Kate hears his footsteps echo down the hallway marking his quiet retreat
~~
The first thing Kate is aware of as she wakes up, is that it no longer hurts to breathe. The intense throbbing headache is now only a dull pain, her hands are now freed from restriction of those hideous handcuffs.
Common sense is screaming at her, get up and run. Screaming at her that she is trapped in a crazy crazy place, with insane barbaric people, doing god knows what kind of medical experiments on her. Get up and run like hell.
Eyes still closed, her right hand feels cautiously the gash on her head, which had been stitched by someone at some point. 7 neat little stitches pulling skin tightly together. Her hand moves down to her left writs, blistered and raw from the metal handcuffs, and in her left hand, still safely tucked away, her little toy plane.
Cautiously Kate opens her eyes, surveying the IV bag suspiciously as the clear liquid drips slowly into an IV cannula situated in her left cubital fossa. Kate runs her fingers over the IV. Before the thought to pull it out has even crossed her mind, Kate feels the other woman's fingers clamp down on top of her own. Kate looks up sharply, straight into the face of Juliet.
“Don't touch that.” Juliet instructs.
“Or what?” Kate wants to know, hating the way her voice sounds suddenly so small.
“Or I will have you restrained and insert it again.” Juliet answers with an irritating, condescending smile.
“Anyway,” Juliet adds, softening her tone, “It's antibiotics, and analgesia. You need it.”
Kate nods slightly, releasing her grip on the IV device. Juliet smiles in response and turns away long enough for Kate to reach again for the IV and swiftly remove it from her arm.
Juliet sighs wearily. “Kate.” She scolds, as if she was talking to a child. “ Do you really have to fight so hard against everything that's good for you? Don't you ever get tired of being so self destructive?”
Forcefully Juliet takes Kate's wrist in her hand, causing Kate to gasp as she clasps her hand tightly around the red raw skin from the handcuffs. Straightening Kate's arm, Juliet applies gauze to the bleeding insertion site, holding it there for a minute with not-so-gentle pressure to stop the blood flow.
Her right arm still free, Kate could have fought the woman off. Instead, Kate subtly moves her right hand to carefully take the plane from her left, to take it as far away from Juliet as possible. Her left arm restrained in Juliet's tight grasp, her right hand busy holding tightly to that little plane, didn't leave Kate with much to fight with. Besides, Kate finds her resolve to fight crumbling away beneath her by the second. And her own bitter experience tells her that she can't win any fight against these people. If she attacked Juliet now, within minutes reinforcements would arrive to send her back to that hydra station in shackles, so Kate holds back.
Kate watches her own bright blood stain the other woman's fingers. It makes her cringe.
Juliet shakes her head. Reaches for the nearby phone, no doubt to call someone to come and tie Kate down and restrain her. Then, after a moment of hesitation, Juliet gently replaces the receiver in it's cradle and shrugs in defeat.
“Have it your own way, Kate. You'd rather develop septicaemia than have antibiotics? That's fine with me. You'd rather not have morphine to dull your splitting headache and pain of broken ribs? Suit yourself. It's really not any concern of mine. If you don't want my help, if you want to leave, then go.” Juliet motioned to the door.
Kate knows it is likely a trick, a sick game. That outside that door probably sits a whole army of people waiting to tackle her to the ground and imprison her. Still, temptation is irresistible. Escape. Freedom. Running is such a primal instinct, Running is all Kate Austen really knows how to do.
Juliet sits calmly in a chair in the corner of the room, arms folded, head slightly tilted, eyes silently challenging the other woman 'Go on then Kate, run.'
Kate turns back the bed sheets hesitantly, noticing for the first time that her clothes have been removed, and she is now dressed in a hospital gown. Her wounds have been cleaned and dressed, her bruises slightly faded. Kate wonders how many days she has been here unconscious? What have they been doing to her in that time? Kate doesn't think she really wants to know.
.
Juliet doesn't move a muscle as Kate swings her legs over the side of the bed .The room swirling all around her, Kate closes her eyes. Kate takes a deep breath, hoping like hell that the room will have stopped spinning by the time she opens them again. Clutching to the bedside table to pull herself to her feet, Kate makes her way slowly towards the door, one hand splayed up against the wall to steady herself, the other hand holding tightly to her little toy plane.
The moment she takes the first step is right about the time Kate begins to regret pulling that Morphine infusion out, as pain shoots through her back, her side, her head. Determination rising, she pushes the pain aside and persists. She makes it within centimetres of the door before her legs give way beneath her, before the tightness in her chest is so agonising she feels like she can't breathe anymore. She sinks to the floor in defeat, head heavy with confusion, dizziness and pain.
Juliet watches for a moment, a smug smile of satisfaction creeping across her face from her position in the corner of the room. Slowly she makes her way towards the other woman, lowering herself to the floor to meet Kate eye to eye. Gently pushing Kate's tangle of curls away from her face and behind her ear, Juliet makes a suggestion. “How about we do things my way from now on?”
It isn't the agonising pain that causes Kate to nod her head slightly in agreement with the other woman. It is something intangible about the way Juliet's fingers feel against her skin. It is something about the way Juliet looks her straight in the eye, and just for a moment that smug satisfaction vanishes completely, and in it's place Kate sees something else. Something resembling compassion. Empathy. Understanding.
As Juliet places her hand under Kate's chin to lift her head, instructing her to slow her breathing, Kate finds the tightness in her chest dissipating. She closes her eyes, listening to the reassuring tones of the other woman's voice telling her that she will feel better soon. And much to her surprise, breathing comes a little easier, her heart rate slows to normal. Kate finds an unexpected gentleness in the other woman's touch, in her words. It's a picture she can't quite equate with her first impressions of the woman.
Kate knows by now that there are multiple faces of Juliet. Her confident cold demeanour is only a facade. Much of what Juliet portrays to the world is an act. And this gentle caring side to her is likely as false as the rest. Kate knows by now that Juliet, like anyone, can't be trusted. That Juliet, like anyone, is only out for herself. Kate knows that she is being manipulated. But in that moment, Kate stops caring.
If this is an act, Kate willingly submits to playing her role. Because right in that moment, as Juliet carefully places a blanket around her shoulders, gently caressing her back with healing hands, and whispering soothing words of reassurance, Kate has never felt more at peace. All her pain fades into insignificance, all her fear, her anger, is gone. And Kate closes here eyes, resting her head against the other woman's shoulder,allowing herself to believe in Juliet's sweet words of promise.
Author: Carly Carter
Fandom: Lost
Pairing: Kate/Juliet
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Don't own anything
Summary: Alternate first meeting for Kate and Juliet- season 3.
A/N: At the request of some friends from ff net- a continuation to my supposedly "completed" supposed "one parter"
Dedication: For kassandra_luem , my Ju
1 http://carlyisnot.livejournal.com/21740.html
2 http://carlyisnot.livejournal.com/22001.html
Kate Austen closes her eyes in an attempt to diminish the unbearable throbbing pain in her head, the burning stinging sensation of her wrists being handcuffed, and the relentless aching of her back as she sat slumped up against the wall of the cold dismal hydra station. She shivers involuntarily. Every breath she takes causes a sharp bolt of pain to go shuddering through her weary body. All she wants is to sleep. She doesn't think she cares if she never wakes up.
Distantly, Kate hears voices.
“She is faking it.” Ben states dismissively.
The voice of the blonde woman challenges him. “You did beat her almost to death. You know, If you wanted to kill her there are easier ways. Ways that don't involve me wasting my time or our medical resources.”
“I don't want to kill her. On the contrary. I've plans for that one. She is special.”
“Unless your plans include a funeral service, let me take her to the infirmary.”
Ben sighed wearily. “Always a flair for the dramatic, Juliet.”
Juliet, Kate lets the name sink into her consciousness. Forgetting for a moment that these two human beings were casually discussing her death as if they were talking about the weather, Kate takes a moment to admire this woman, Juliet. To admire her her tone of voice when talking to Ben. Not a single trace of fear present, Juliet was confident, assertive. She didn't bow down to him like everyone else did.
“She's not like all the others, Ben. You're making a mistake if you think you can buy her allegiance with empty promises of freedom, or scare her into submission with your threats.”
“Not like you then, Juliet.” Ben retorts.
Although she can't open her eyes and see the look of anger on Juliet's face, Kate can feel the tension in the room rising. For a moment there is awkward silence. And then, calmly, Juliet speaks again.
“Let me take care of her. Show her that we aren't really the bad guys. After a while, she wont even want to go back to those people. To those two cowardly men who sold her out for their own freedom. She will want to stay here, work with us. Isn't that far more ideal than keeping her against her will?”
“An unwilling participant is far more of a challenge. And I fancy a challenge.”
Ben's voice sent shivers down Kate's spine. Instinctively she clings a little tighter to that toy plane encased in her left hand, so tight that she iss certain it iss digging into her calloused skin, drawing blood.
“She'd be more use to you if you turned her anger back on her own people.” Juliet remarks casually.
There is heavy silence as Ben contemplates the suggestion. “Fine, as you wish. Take her.” Ben concedes, as Kate hears his footsteps echo down the hallway marking his quiet retreat
~~
The first thing Kate is aware of as she wakes up, is that it no longer hurts to breathe. The intense throbbing headache is now only a dull pain, her hands are now freed from restriction of those hideous handcuffs.
Common sense is screaming at her, get up and run. Screaming at her that she is trapped in a crazy crazy place, with insane barbaric people, doing god knows what kind of medical experiments on her. Get up and run like hell.
Eyes still closed, her right hand feels cautiously the gash on her head, which had been stitched by someone at some point. 7 neat little stitches pulling skin tightly together. Her hand moves down to her left writs, blistered and raw from the metal handcuffs, and in her left hand, still safely tucked away, her little toy plane.
Cautiously Kate opens her eyes, surveying the IV bag suspiciously as the clear liquid drips slowly into an IV cannula situated in her left cubital fossa. Kate runs her fingers over the IV. Before the thought to pull it out has even crossed her mind, Kate feels the other woman's fingers clamp down on top of her own. Kate looks up sharply, straight into the face of Juliet.
“Don't touch that.” Juliet instructs.
“Or what?” Kate wants to know, hating the way her voice sounds suddenly so small.
“Or I will have you restrained and insert it again.” Juliet answers with an irritating, condescending smile.
“Anyway,” Juliet adds, softening her tone, “It's antibiotics, and analgesia. You need it.”
Kate nods slightly, releasing her grip on the IV device. Juliet smiles in response and turns away long enough for Kate to reach again for the IV and swiftly remove it from her arm.
Juliet sighs wearily. “Kate.” She scolds, as if she was talking to a child. “ Do you really have to fight so hard against everything that's good for you? Don't you ever get tired of being so self destructive?”
Forcefully Juliet takes Kate's wrist in her hand, causing Kate to gasp as she clasps her hand tightly around the red raw skin from the handcuffs. Straightening Kate's arm, Juliet applies gauze to the bleeding insertion site, holding it there for a minute with not-so-gentle pressure to stop the blood flow.
Her right arm still free, Kate could have fought the woman off. Instead, Kate subtly moves her right hand to carefully take the plane from her left, to take it as far away from Juliet as possible. Her left arm restrained in Juliet's tight grasp, her right hand busy holding tightly to that little plane, didn't leave Kate with much to fight with. Besides, Kate finds her resolve to fight crumbling away beneath her by the second. And her own bitter experience tells her that she can't win any fight against these people. If she attacked Juliet now, within minutes reinforcements would arrive to send her back to that hydra station in shackles, so Kate holds back.
Kate watches her own bright blood stain the other woman's fingers. It makes her cringe.
Juliet shakes her head. Reaches for the nearby phone, no doubt to call someone to come and tie Kate down and restrain her. Then, after a moment of hesitation, Juliet gently replaces the receiver in it's cradle and shrugs in defeat.
“Have it your own way, Kate. You'd rather develop septicaemia than have antibiotics? That's fine with me. You'd rather not have morphine to dull your splitting headache and pain of broken ribs? Suit yourself. It's really not any concern of mine. If you don't want my help, if you want to leave, then go.” Juliet motioned to the door.
Kate knows it is likely a trick, a sick game. That outside that door probably sits a whole army of people waiting to tackle her to the ground and imprison her. Still, temptation is irresistible. Escape. Freedom. Running is such a primal instinct, Running is all Kate Austen really knows how to do.
Juliet sits calmly in a chair in the corner of the room, arms folded, head slightly tilted, eyes silently challenging the other woman 'Go on then Kate, run.'
Kate turns back the bed sheets hesitantly, noticing for the first time that her clothes have been removed, and she is now dressed in a hospital gown. Her wounds have been cleaned and dressed, her bruises slightly faded. Kate wonders how many days she has been here unconscious? What have they been doing to her in that time? Kate doesn't think she really wants to know.
.
Juliet doesn't move a muscle as Kate swings her legs over the side of the bed .The room swirling all around her, Kate closes her eyes. Kate takes a deep breath, hoping like hell that the room will have stopped spinning by the time she opens them again. Clutching to the bedside table to pull herself to her feet, Kate makes her way slowly towards the door, one hand splayed up against the wall to steady herself, the other hand holding tightly to her little toy plane.
The moment she takes the first step is right about the time Kate begins to regret pulling that Morphine infusion out, as pain shoots through her back, her side, her head. Determination rising, she pushes the pain aside and persists. She makes it within centimetres of the door before her legs give way beneath her, before the tightness in her chest is so agonising she feels like she can't breathe anymore. She sinks to the floor in defeat, head heavy with confusion, dizziness and pain.
Juliet watches for a moment, a smug smile of satisfaction creeping across her face from her position in the corner of the room. Slowly she makes her way towards the other woman, lowering herself to the floor to meet Kate eye to eye. Gently pushing Kate's tangle of curls away from her face and behind her ear, Juliet makes a suggestion. “How about we do things my way from now on?”
It isn't the agonising pain that causes Kate to nod her head slightly in agreement with the other woman. It is something intangible about the way Juliet's fingers feel against her skin. It is something about the way Juliet looks her straight in the eye, and just for a moment that smug satisfaction vanishes completely, and in it's place Kate sees something else. Something resembling compassion. Empathy. Understanding.
As Juliet places her hand under Kate's chin to lift her head, instructing her to slow her breathing, Kate finds the tightness in her chest dissipating. She closes her eyes, listening to the reassuring tones of the other woman's voice telling her that she will feel better soon. And much to her surprise, breathing comes a little easier, her heart rate slows to normal. Kate finds an unexpected gentleness in the other woman's touch, in her words. It's a picture she can't quite equate with her first impressions of the woman.
Kate knows by now that there are multiple faces of Juliet. Her confident cold demeanour is only a facade. Much of what Juliet portrays to the world is an act. And this gentle caring side to her is likely as false as the rest. Kate knows by now that Juliet, like anyone, can't be trusted. That Juliet, like anyone, is only out for herself. Kate knows that she is being manipulated. But in that moment, Kate stops caring.
If this is an act, Kate willingly submits to playing her role. Because right in that moment, as Juliet carefully places a blanket around her shoulders, gently caressing her back with healing hands, and whispering soothing words of reassurance, Kate has never felt more at peace. All her pain fades into insignificance, all her fear, her anger, is gone. And Kate closes here eyes, resting her head against the other woman's shoulder,allowing herself to believe in Juliet's sweet words of promise.