Fic; desconhecido [Lost, PG-13] Part 1/?
Title: desconhecido
Author: sweetbelle07
Character(s): Jack/Kate
Rating: PG-13 for now, could go as high as NC-17
Summery: She’s been killing herself for the past three weeks, trying to find him, save him from the Others and he’s been living in a house.
A/N: Yay for first chapters! The teaser is here and I greatly recommend reading it first if you haven't because this chapter picks up right after the last one ended.
The answer is simple really.
This is a town on an island that they had previously thought to have no other inhabitants and what’s more, shouldn’t even logically have a town on it to begin with. It should never have had the Dharma Initiative and its mazes of hatches and secret buildings used for God only knows what either but that’s a story for another time.
This is the story about that town, and what the doctor could possibly be doing there and how his fugitive friend turned love interest reacts to finding him there, in the street of this town, on this island, looking like he’s in the middle of a Sunday night stroll. It could very well be a Sunday night stroll for all she knows. The exact day of the week is eluding her at the moment.
That’s probably due to the confusion.
Anyway, back to the town. Someone called it an anomaly the first time they saw it and some thought that was a good name. Others simply call it “the village” and since they are on a supposedly deserted island in the middle of the South Pacific, it’s pretty obvious which “village” they mean.
Ben, however, called it Home once upon a time, around the time that Jack came to live with these mysterious people called the Others, and Jack’s come to agree with him on that, to a point at least.
This little place with its suburban feel and pretty green lawns-is Home.
And she looks so out of place here.
“It’s hard to explain,” he says, casting a glance over her shoulder to someone standing there-or so she assumes. She’s not about to look either. It’s something about pride and while it doesn’t even make much sense to her, all she needs is the word pride and she’s determined to follow its crazy logic.
“If we could just go inside-“
She frowns, having absolutely no idea what he’s talking about. Inside? Inside where? They’re sort of in the middle of a goddamn street right now in a mysterious and absolutely impossible to exist town on an island that’s-oh, he means one of the houses.
Right then. Now that she realizes that...he’s talking about going inside a goddamn house on a deserted island
“Inside?” she repeats for wholly no reason at all. “Jack-that’s a house!”
As long as they’ve got that clear.
“Yes,” he says calmly. “It’s mine.”
He’s got a house. She’s been killing herself, sleeping on hard ground, going without showering, hardly eating anything at all, for the past three weeks, trying to find him, save him from the Others and he’s been living in a house with a goddamn lawn and white fence.
What’s next-a book club?
“You have a house?”
“Yes, and if you go inside, then I can explain everything to you.”
She glares at him stubbornly, saying without words that she’s not going to move an inch from where she’s standing until she’s completely satisfied with whatever explanation he has to offer and yes, that definitely includes walking twenty paces into the house he calls his.
Right now, she’s the exact opposite of satisfied. There’s happy, and then there’s strangling him with her bare hands and she’s slightly beyond that point even and not in something favorable towards him.
He’s living in a goddamn house.
He can see the absolute refusal in her eyes and that is something he hasn’t missed about her. At all. “Kate,” he says softly, “please. You aren’t even supposed to be here.”
“Neither are you,” she snarls.
Yes, but he’s safe. The Others got over their mission to kill him weeks ago but they’re still after her and they’ll be more then happy to kill her if they find her wandering their streets. He’s not sure he could stand for that happen, not because of him, and getting her into his house is the best option for stopping it that he can think of at the moment.
Besides the obvious sending her back into the jungle but to be honest, how many times has Kate actually listened to something Jack’s said to her? His current count’s at zero, now that she’s come back for him when he told her not to.
“I’m asking you as a favor,” he says, “to please go inside the house.”
Kate stubbornly-still-says nothing and shakes her head stiffly.
He considers throwing her over his shoulder and dragging her into the house that way. Then again, she’d turned around the second he let go of her and run right back outside and defeat the whole purpose of throwing her over his shoulder.
Jack sighs and tries that option though he’s pretty sure won’t work anyway. “Or I could drag you.”
Or it could work, somehow.
Her eyes flash at him and her fingers twitch around the grip of the handgun she’s carrying. Preferably with the urge to throw the weapon at him rather then to shoot him with it. Being shot isn’t near the top of his list of things to do before he dies. Neither is getting into another fight with Kate but that seems to be inevitable at this point and he might as well brace himself for being shot sometime today too.
“You’re a son of a bitch,” she mutters under her breath, pushing past him as she approaches the house, not a sign of the fear she’s feeling on her face.
What if it’s all a trap and Jack’s working for them now and that blonde bitch is really inside the house and just waiting to snatch Kate and take her back to whatever sick torture they’d had in mind for her almost a month ago. Kate closes her eyes for a moment, her fingers hesitating around the handle, and she prays to whatever god that’ll listen that Jack hasn’t betrayed her that deeply.
Now or ever.
She recovers her sense of rage and injustice easily enough and pushes the door open roughly and then she is forced to stand there in the doorway and stare at the sight before her now.
Now this, she thinks, staring dumbfounded-again-at the inside of his house, is completely unbelievable.
She’s spent three weeks almost killing herself to get him back and he’s got a goddamn piano in his living room when logically he shouldn’t even have a living room.
Oh yeah, she’s feeling pretty angry and self-righteous right about now.
Without noticing it, she’s brought herself to stand in the middle of the living room and she only comes to realize it when he closes the front door behind him softly. There are many, many places not on the island that she pictured them meeting and yet, not once did she ever see them in a normal house together. It seems exceptionally weirder when the house is in the middle of a mysterious Others’ village on a deserted island.
She turns her hazel gaze on him, cocking an eyebrow as though to say, well?
“I don’t know where to start,” he says after a minute of silence.
Oh-ho, that… this is simply adorable. Really. She’s laughing on the inside. “How about what you’re doing here?”
She couldn’t have picked a simpler or more complicated question if she’d tried. “Ben needed his stitches looked after… after his surgery, the one I did… they were infected.”
He says it so calmly, like it’s perfectly normal to stay with kidnappers and murderers and what’s more, actually save one of them that she can feel her blood starting to boil all over again.
He left them, just abandoned people that genuinely needed him and who had come to depend on him greatly to play doctor to someone who had led to the deaths of Libby and Ana Lucia.
She’s going to have far too much fun yelling at him when it comes down to that and it’s going to come down to that. It has to. It’s them.
“Were?”
“…sorry?”
“You said ‘were’, as in they’re not anymore. His stitches are no longer infected, right?”
Jack nods. “He’s walking now. With some help.”
Oh yes, she would very much like to yell at him now.
“And you need to stay here and help him do that too?”
“No,” he admits, carefully. He’s starting to guard his words around her now and that is really something she’s not going to tolerate at this moment. “It’s complicated.”
“Then make it uncomplicated, Jack.”
Author: sweetbelle07
Character(s): Jack/Kate
Rating: PG-13 for now, could go as high as NC-17
Summery: She’s been killing herself for the past three weeks, trying to find him, save him from the Others and he’s been living in a house.
A/N: Yay for first chapters! The teaser is here and I greatly recommend reading it first if you haven't because this chapter picks up right after the last one ended.
The answer is simple really.
This is a town on an island that they had previously thought to have no other inhabitants and what’s more, shouldn’t even logically have a town on it to begin with. It should never have had the Dharma Initiative and its mazes of hatches and secret buildings used for God only knows what either but that’s a story for another time.
This is the story about that town, and what the doctor could possibly be doing there and how his fugitive friend turned love interest reacts to finding him there, in the street of this town, on this island, looking like he’s in the middle of a Sunday night stroll. It could very well be a Sunday night stroll for all she knows. The exact day of the week is eluding her at the moment.
That’s probably due to the confusion.
Anyway, back to the town. Someone called it an anomaly the first time they saw it and some thought that was a good name. Others simply call it “the village” and since they are on a supposedly deserted island in the middle of the South Pacific, it’s pretty obvious which “village” they mean.
Ben, however, called it Home once upon a time, around the time that Jack came to live with these mysterious people called the Others, and Jack’s come to agree with him on that, to a point at least.
This little place with its suburban feel and pretty green lawns-is Home.
And she looks so out of place here.
“It’s hard to explain,” he says, casting a glance over her shoulder to someone standing there-or so she assumes. She’s not about to look either. It’s something about pride and while it doesn’t even make much sense to her, all she needs is the word pride and she’s determined to follow its crazy logic.
“If we could just go inside-“
She frowns, having absolutely no idea what he’s talking about. Inside? Inside where? They’re sort of in the middle of a goddamn street right now in a mysterious and absolutely impossible to exist town on an island that’s-oh, he means one of the houses.
Right then. Now that she realizes that...he’s talking about going inside a goddamn house on a deserted island
“Inside?” she repeats for wholly no reason at all. “Jack-that’s a house!”
As long as they’ve got that clear.
“Yes,” he says calmly. “It’s mine.”
He’s got a house. She’s been killing herself, sleeping on hard ground, going without showering, hardly eating anything at all, for the past three weeks, trying to find him, save him from the Others and he’s been living in a house with a goddamn lawn and white fence.
What’s next-a book club?
“You have a house?”
“Yes, and if you go inside, then I can explain everything to you.”
She glares at him stubbornly, saying without words that she’s not going to move an inch from where she’s standing until she’s completely satisfied with whatever explanation he has to offer and yes, that definitely includes walking twenty paces into the house he calls his.
Right now, she’s the exact opposite of satisfied. There’s happy, and then there’s strangling him with her bare hands and she’s slightly beyond that point even and not in something favorable towards him.
He’s living in a goddamn house.
He can see the absolute refusal in her eyes and that is something he hasn’t missed about her. At all. “Kate,” he says softly, “please. You aren’t even supposed to be here.”
“Neither are you,” she snarls.
Yes, but he’s safe. The Others got over their mission to kill him weeks ago but they’re still after her and they’ll be more then happy to kill her if they find her wandering their streets. He’s not sure he could stand for that happen, not because of him, and getting her into his house is the best option for stopping it that he can think of at the moment.
Besides the obvious sending her back into the jungle but to be honest, how many times has Kate actually listened to something Jack’s said to her? His current count’s at zero, now that she’s come back for him when he told her not to.
“I’m asking you as a favor,” he says, “to please go inside the house.”
Kate stubbornly-still-says nothing and shakes her head stiffly.
He considers throwing her over his shoulder and dragging her into the house that way. Then again, she’d turned around the second he let go of her and run right back outside and defeat the whole purpose of throwing her over his shoulder.
Jack sighs and tries that option though he’s pretty sure won’t work anyway. “Or I could drag you.”
Or it could work, somehow.
Her eyes flash at him and her fingers twitch around the grip of the handgun she’s carrying. Preferably with the urge to throw the weapon at him rather then to shoot him with it. Being shot isn’t near the top of his list of things to do before he dies. Neither is getting into another fight with Kate but that seems to be inevitable at this point and he might as well brace himself for being shot sometime today too.
“You’re a son of a bitch,” she mutters under her breath, pushing past him as she approaches the house, not a sign of the fear she’s feeling on her face.
What if it’s all a trap and Jack’s working for them now and that blonde bitch is really inside the house and just waiting to snatch Kate and take her back to whatever sick torture they’d had in mind for her almost a month ago. Kate closes her eyes for a moment, her fingers hesitating around the handle, and she prays to whatever god that’ll listen that Jack hasn’t betrayed her that deeply.
Now or ever.
She recovers her sense of rage and injustice easily enough and pushes the door open roughly and then she is forced to stand there in the doorway and stare at the sight before her now.
Now this, she thinks, staring dumbfounded-again-at the inside of his house, is completely unbelievable.
She’s spent three weeks almost killing herself to get him back and he’s got a goddamn piano in his living room when logically he shouldn’t even have a living room.
Oh yeah, she’s feeling pretty angry and self-righteous right about now.
Without noticing it, she’s brought herself to stand in the middle of the living room and she only comes to realize it when he closes the front door behind him softly. There are many, many places not on the island that she pictured them meeting and yet, not once did she ever see them in a normal house together. It seems exceptionally weirder when the house is in the middle of a mysterious Others’ village on a deserted island.
She turns her hazel gaze on him, cocking an eyebrow as though to say, well?
“I don’t know where to start,” he says after a minute of silence.
Oh-ho, that… this is simply adorable. Really. She’s laughing on the inside. “How about what you’re doing here?”
She couldn’t have picked a simpler or more complicated question if she’d tried. “Ben needed his stitches looked after… after his surgery, the one I did… they were infected.”
He says it so calmly, like it’s perfectly normal to stay with kidnappers and murderers and what’s more, actually save one of them that she can feel her blood starting to boil all over again.
He left them, just abandoned people that genuinely needed him and who had come to depend on him greatly to play doctor to someone who had led to the deaths of Libby and Ana Lucia.
She’s going to have far too much fun yelling at him when it comes down to that and it’s going to come down to that. It has to. It’s them.
“Were?”
“…sorry?”
“You said ‘were’, as in they’re not anymore. His stitches are no longer infected, right?”
Jack nods. “He’s walking now. With some help.”
Oh yes, she would very much like to yell at him now.
“And you need to stay here and help him do that too?”
“No,” he admits, carefully. He’s starting to guard his words around her now and that is really something she’s not going to tolerate at this moment. “It’s complicated.”
“Then make it uncomplicated, Jack.”