Fic; We All Die Alone [Lost, PG-13]
Title: We All Die Alone
Author: sweetbelle07
Fandom: Lost
Character(s): Various, but with definite Jack/Kate undertones
Rating: PG-13 ish
Summery: The family members of the people on Oceanic 815 decide to hold a memorial service four months after the crash.
A/N: None.
It’s been four months and still they’ve found nothing. Rescue planes and ships have been scouring the Pacific for any sign of Oceanic Airlines Flight 815 and nothing has been found. No person, no luggage, not even a piece of the plane.
It’s like the Boeing 777 and all three hundred and sixty one people aboard just vanished.
No one wants to give up but they have to. They can’t spend the government’s money and resources on the search forever. Even if anyone survived the initial crash, it’s unlikely that they’ve survived four months. It’s time that everyone moved on, accepted that their sons and daughters and brothers and sisters and mothers and fathers and friends and lovers are gone. Not one is ever coming back.
The friends and family of those aboard the doomed flight agree to hold a memorial service in Los Angeles, a single time for everyone to say good bye to the ones they’ve lost and gain comfort from others affected by the tragedy. Very little show due to schedule conflicts and being out of the country but those that do are glad they’re there.
Not much is said by the minister leading the services. He wants to talk as little as possible and to give the grievers a chance to say goodbye to their loved one. The first woman up to the podium talks about her daughter and son, twins, hardly even ten years old that were traveling from their father’s home in Australia to visit her for the school year. There isn’t a dry eye in the place when she finishes.
The second person up is an officer of the United States Army. He lost his daughter in the disaster. She was only twenty seven years old and he hadn’t seen her in four years before the crash. She was a fugitive, guilty of killing her stepfather but the officer still loves his daughter as though she had never done it. Laughter and cheer and brightness are what his Kate’s about, not murder.
She’s crying by now. She’s certain that she is despite the rain already trailing its way down her cheeks. She just wants him to stop. That’s all she wants. It isn’t the con man’s fault that she picked him over the doctor but the doctor doesn’t see it that way. He needs a scapegoat for his anger and his bitterness and his hurt and he’s incapable of blaming her. For now. Now he takes it out on the con man’s face.
The third person up is a woman around the age of the thirty five. She lost a friend and a lover in the crash and her nineteen month old daughter lost a father. He wasn’t the best of people, her baby’s daddy, and he had been in prison the last time she saw him. That didn’t stop her from crying for days after she heard he was on the flight. He might not have wanted to have been a part of his daughter’s life, but his daughter needs him. The woman needs him.
He falls to the ground and he just doesn’t have the incentive to get up. There was a time when he never would’ve backed down from a fight, not once, especially not the pompous self righteous doctor, but now… now he can’t convince himself of a good reason to live. She can’t make him want to live. He’s had the desire to die since before they crashed and he’s been cursing his bad luck for not dying in the crash since. The doctor’s screaming at him, she’s screaming at him, and he ignores them both. It just doesn’t matter anymore.
The fourth person up is the brother of one of the dead. They were in a band together, some years back. Maybe people have heard of if, maybe not. Doesn’t matter anymore. There will be no reunion, no third tour, no band without his baby brother. It was his baby brother that started the band and kept it going, kept him going. Without Charlie, he’d be no where. He wouldn’t have his wife and his daughter without his brother and he just can’t believe he’s gone.
The doctor’s acting like no one’s watching his assault on the con man but they are. The entire camp’s watching, watching a man they thought incapable of hurting anyone and capable saving everyone condemn another man to death. Oh, it’s unlikely that the doctor will actually beat the con man to death, he’ll wear out before then, but he’s going to mess the con man up so badly that he’ll wish he was dead. Morals had their place in the doctor once. He seems to have forgotten them just as easily as the fugitive forgot him.
The fifth person up is a mother whose son was bringing his father’s dead body back to the States for burial. She hates the irony of it. She hates that she lost her husband one night and her son the next. She hates that she sent her son to Australia to bring his father back. Her boys never got along, it was silly of her to think that they would magically start to because of one trip down under and now she’s lost them both.
He starts to move to punch the con man again when she grabs his arm and pleads with him to stop. And with that small gesture, he forgets all about the other man and turns his rage on her. It’s her fault. All of it. All the guesswork and the leading on and the mind games, all of them were brought upon his life like a curse by her. There’s no longer a need for a scapegoat, not when he has the bane of his life on the island right there. He was incapable of blaming her before. He’s not anymore.
The sixth person up is the ex-wife of the doctor the mother just spoke about. He wasn’t a perfect person but he never did anyone wrong. He spent his life helping others, putting others needs in front of his own, and sacrificing every part of himself along the way. He was a noble man, her ex-husband, and she’s still sorry that their marriage had to end. It had to because she wasn’t someone he needed to fix anymore. There were others, people more worthy of his time and energies, and she was okay with giving them him. She’s still okay with it because she knows that wherever he is, he’s helping someone.
He lets her and everyone around them know exactly how much she disappointed him and hurt him with her choice. He wouldn’t honestly have given a fuck if she hadn’t let him on beforehand and she had and that was a pain unlike any other. He curses her mind games and her with them. He insults them and her person. He spits on what they had and who she is. He’s done. He’s through with her--and everyone. He doesn’t care what happens to them anymore. He’s given enough to these people to make sure they stayed comfortable and relatively safe while on the island and he’s through with it, through with them and they all have her to thank for that.
The service ends with those grieving lighting candles in honor of those that have been lost. It takes a while; there are maybe ten of them, not including the holy men, and over three hundred candles to light. When they’re finished, they step back and take in the sight of three hundred and sixty one candles, all with a name and most with a picture attached to the glass holder.
It’s likely that every single one of those people are dead by now, but if there are those that aren’t, those at the service are confident that the survivors are living and working together towards rescue because that’s how their loved ones were. They were good people and good people helped others. Good people lived together or died alone.
The doctor turns his back on the survivors that day. It isn’t long before people start dying.
Author: sweetbelle07
Fandom: Lost
Character(s): Various, but with definite Jack/Kate undertones
Rating: PG-13 ish
Summery: The family members of the people on Oceanic 815 decide to hold a memorial service four months after the crash.
A/N: None.
It’s been four months and still they’ve found nothing. Rescue planes and ships have been scouring the Pacific for any sign of Oceanic Airlines Flight 815 and nothing has been found. No person, no luggage, not even a piece of the plane.
It’s like the Boeing 777 and all three hundred and sixty one people aboard just vanished.
No one wants to give up but they have to. They can’t spend the government’s money and resources on the search forever. Even if anyone survived the initial crash, it’s unlikely that they’ve survived four months. It’s time that everyone moved on, accepted that their sons and daughters and brothers and sisters and mothers and fathers and friends and lovers are gone. Not one is ever coming back.
The friends and family of those aboard the doomed flight agree to hold a memorial service in Los Angeles, a single time for everyone to say good bye to the ones they’ve lost and gain comfort from others affected by the tragedy. Very little show due to schedule conflicts and being out of the country but those that do are glad they’re there.
Not much is said by the minister leading the services. He wants to talk as little as possible and to give the grievers a chance to say goodbye to their loved one. The first woman up to the podium talks about her daughter and son, twins, hardly even ten years old that were traveling from their father’s home in Australia to visit her for the school year. There isn’t a dry eye in the place when she finishes.
The second person up is an officer of the United States Army. He lost his daughter in the disaster. She was only twenty seven years old and he hadn’t seen her in four years before the crash. She was a fugitive, guilty of killing her stepfather but the officer still loves his daughter as though she had never done it. Laughter and cheer and brightness are what his Kate’s about, not murder.
She’s crying by now. She’s certain that she is despite the rain already trailing its way down her cheeks. She just wants him to stop. That’s all she wants. It isn’t the con man’s fault that she picked him over the doctor but the doctor doesn’t see it that way. He needs a scapegoat for his anger and his bitterness and his hurt and he’s incapable of blaming her. For now. Now he takes it out on the con man’s face.
The third person up is a woman around the age of the thirty five. She lost a friend and a lover in the crash and her nineteen month old daughter lost a father. He wasn’t the best of people, her baby’s daddy, and he had been in prison the last time she saw him. That didn’t stop her from crying for days after she heard he was on the flight. He might not have wanted to have been a part of his daughter’s life, but his daughter needs him. The woman needs him.
He falls to the ground and he just doesn’t have the incentive to get up. There was a time when he never would’ve backed down from a fight, not once, especially not the pompous self righteous doctor, but now… now he can’t convince himself of a good reason to live. She can’t make him want to live. He’s had the desire to die since before they crashed and he’s been cursing his bad luck for not dying in the crash since. The doctor’s screaming at him, she’s screaming at him, and he ignores them both. It just doesn’t matter anymore.
The fourth person up is the brother of one of the dead. They were in a band together, some years back. Maybe people have heard of if, maybe not. Doesn’t matter anymore. There will be no reunion, no third tour, no band without his baby brother. It was his baby brother that started the band and kept it going, kept him going. Without Charlie, he’d be no where. He wouldn’t have his wife and his daughter without his brother and he just can’t believe he’s gone.
The doctor’s acting like no one’s watching his assault on the con man but they are. The entire camp’s watching, watching a man they thought incapable of hurting anyone and capable saving everyone condemn another man to death. Oh, it’s unlikely that the doctor will actually beat the con man to death, he’ll wear out before then, but he’s going to mess the con man up so badly that he’ll wish he was dead. Morals had their place in the doctor once. He seems to have forgotten them just as easily as the fugitive forgot him.
The fifth person up is a mother whose son was bringing his father’s dead body back to the States for burial. She hates the irony of it. She hates that she lost her husband one night and her son the next. She hates that she sent her son to Australia to bring his father back. Her boys never got along, it was silly of her to think that they would magically start to because of one trip down under and now she’s lost them both.
He starts to move to punch the con man again when she grabs his arm and pleads with him to stop. And with that small gesture, he forgets all about the other man and turns his rage on her. It’s her fault. All of it. All the guesswork and the leading on and the mind games, all of them were brought upon his life like a curse by her. There’s no longer a need for a scapegoat, not when he has the bane of his life on the island right there. He was incapable of blaming her before. He’s not anymore.
The sixth person up is the ex-wife of the doctor the mother just spoke about. He wasn’t a perfect person but he never did anyone wrong. He spent his life helping others, putting others needs in front of his own, and sacrificing every part of himself along the way. He was a noble man, her ex-husband, and she’s still sorry that their marriage had to end. It had to because she wasn’t someone he needed to fix anymore. There were others, people more worthy of his time and energies, and she was okay with giving them him. She’s still okay with it because she knows that wherever he is, he’s helping someone.
He lets her and everyone around them know exactly how much she disappointed him and hurt him with her choice. He wouldn’t honestly have given a fuck if she hadn’t let him on beforehand and she had and that was a pain unlike any other. He curses her mind games and her with them. He insults them and her person. He spits on what they had and who she is. He’s done. He’s through with her--and everyone. He doesn’t care what happens to them anymore. He’s given enough to these people to make sure they stayed comfortable and relatively safe while on the island and he’s through with it, through with them and they all have her to thank for that.
The service ends with those grieving lighting candles in honor of those that have been lost. It takes a while; there are maybe ten of them, not including the holy men, and over three hundred candles to light. When they’re finished, they step back and take in the sight of three hundred and sixty one candles, all with a name and most with a picture attached to the glass holder.
It’s likely that every single one of those people are dead by now, but if there are those that aren’t, those at the service are confident that the survivors are living and working together towards rescue because that’s how their loved ones were. They were good people and good people helped others. Good people lived together or died alone.
The doctor turns his back on the survivors that day. It isn’t long before people start dying.