Open Your Eyes
Title: Open Your Eyes, Part 1
Author: Jo
Fandom: Lost
Rating: T
Genre Jack/Kate
Summary: Kate gets lost in a storm...
Disclaimer: I don't own so don't sue.
This is the first part of a new Jack/Kate mini series...
Thank you so much Laura for beta-ing this!
Open Your Eyes
She hates the weather on the island.
One moment she is walking through the underbrush, Sawyer on her trail; the next, the heavens are pouring down on her. The seasons seem to be shifting again because it’s more like a storm than just the usual torrential rain. She can feel the wind even down here under the protective canopy of the trees, blowing harsh gasps of rain against her skin.
“Son of a bitch.”
Sawyer is walking just behind her, trying to keep up. Even now she manages to move quicker than him, easily climbing little rocks and stepping over tree trunks. It’s like this is her natural habitat.
“Would ya just stop for a damn second!” He is gripping her upper arm to spin her around.
She doesn’t like it, doesn’t like the feel of his coarse fingers against her flesh. She doesn’t want anyone to touch her, not now.
“No,” she says and frees herself of his grasp and then moves along on the muddy slide the path has become. Sawyer spins her around to face him. She hates that he can do this, that he’s stronger than her.
“I think we should find some shelter, Sassafras.”
She hates the endearments and the protectiveness so apparent in both him and Jack these days. It’s driving her up the wall. She doesn't need anyone to fucking save her. No knight in shining armour. Who the hell gave them permission to tell her what to do? Sure, they could stop somewhere, at the caves maybe, but then it’d take longer; it’d be dark before they got back. She knows Jack will worry.
She knows he’ll be angry anyway. She’s just not sure what he’ll be most angry about: the fact that she has walked out into the jungle all alone or the fact that Sawyer has found her. She isn't sure if she still cares.
Kate finds that she can’t seem to care for a lot of things lately - she feels so off centre, so off balance these days. She also finds she can only concentrate on one thing at a time.
Right now she is looking for a horse.
This morning, the feeling was almost overwhelming. She knew she had to do something to keep her from going crazy. So when Jack had been called to have a look at Jin's foot (apparently he had cut it on some sharp rocks while fishing a mile farther up the beach) she had pretended to need a little shade from the sun and walked into the jungle.
Now she's out here, looking for a sign to point her into the right direction, to point her into any direction, really. Something that tells her everything will be fine. So much is happening to her and she has no fucking clue and that’s what’s driving her nuts as well.
Jack is trying to rationalize it of course. She knows he can’t help it cause that’s the kind of man he is. He can’t help but worry and care but his words are nothing but that. Just words. Just take it one day at a time, Kate and everything will be fine, Kate and I’m here for you, Kate. He means it but he isn’t the one lying awake in the darkness, waiting for sleep to come. He isn’t the one who feels as if he’s got ants parading under his skin. He’s worried, yes, but he doesn’t feel it.
When it comes down to it, she’s alone in all this. Cause there are some things even Jack Shepard can’t fix.
So she shakes her head at Sawyer and walks on. She won’t let him tell her what do. Everybody else is already trying to do that. Why did he follow her anyway?
“I didn’t invite you, Sawyer,” she grunts.
He looks at her and sighs and her eyebrows are a stern, tight-knitted band on her face. She is not easy to get along with these days.
“Well I figured the doc wouldn’t be too pleased to hear that I came across his missus out in the wild and let her walk off all on her own, don’t ya, Freckles?”
This earns him a glare. He's not sure how she has managed to escape the doctor's watch - there is barely a moment when he isn't keeping an eye on her - but he can't exactly leave her now.
“I’m not anybody’s missus.”
She turns away from him, the posture of her body all upright determination and stubbornness. If that's possible she is more beautiful now than she has ever been. She looks like an archaic queen, her glory made of pride.
The water is running into her eyes as she stares at Sawyer but she doesn’t blink. He riles her up almost as much as Jack does and that’s a helluva lot. But she resists the urge to punch him and instead turns away and walks on.
The rain is getting stronger now and it’s almost dark under the tree canopy. Her foot slides on the slippery, muddy surface of a large, flat rock and she nearly falls, only to be caught by Sawyers’ arms. They are strong and warm and sturdy and the fact that she has the urge to fall into them, into another human’s physical comfort irks her.
She’s not sure why she doesn’t want to be touched by anyone yet yearns for an embrace, for warmth, for limber abandon in someone else’s arms. A part of her wants Jack with her so badly but the bigger part of Kate is like a frightened animal, seeking solitude. The need grows stronger with each wave of nausea washing over her. She is trembling and upset and now she's not so sure if it’s just the fact that she’s cold and soaked to the bone.
Sawyer can see her shaking a little. She has stopped in a small clearing, her chest heaving with the need for air. He’s not really an expert but she looks like she’s hyperventilating. They’re not far from the caves so he takes her by the hand, careful not to invade her personal space too much. She flinches at the contact but then he feels her responding, feels her fingers wrapping round his.
“Come on.” His voice is gentle, soothing. He’s talking to her like a horse whisperer trying to calm a raging mustang. He knows her too damn well, knows that her passive aggressiveness comes from a place within her that is utterly terrified. He knows it cause he’s just the same.
She nods and lets him take over. He leads her to the shelter of the caves, makes her sit down on a rock. She looks deflated now without that searing energy to make her larger than life. Submissive even.
He is just as afraid. So they sit there, together, looking out into the storm. It’s separating them from the rest of the world, like a wall. It’s closing them in and he’s not sure what to make of it.
Kate feels bloated, feels swollen, extending by the second. Her flesh and skin feel so tight and she closes her eyes, trying to concentrate on her breathing, tries to breath through the sensation taking hold of her body.
In and out, in and out. Like Jack has told her. She doesn’t count to five, she just takes it one breath at a time.
She doesn’t know where the realization comes from but she simply knows that this time she can’t fight it, that she has to let it overtake her. This time her fear is something so very primal, so much bigger than herself or any reason. She has to give herself into it in order to come out at the other end.
And in that same moment when she lets go, she feels something warm running down between her legs.
Sawyer is still staring out into the rain when he hears a low sound, almost like from an animal. It takes him a moment to realize that the noise has come from Kate and he turns toward her, concerned. Her eyes are all big and deep and unreadable. She looks utterly terrified and utterly calm at the same time.
She’s not really Kate, at least not to Sawyer.
She looks at him then moves a hand across the swell of her belly stretching the thin fabric of her summer dress.
And then Sawyer can see it, the wave-like tightening of the muscles across her round, protruding abdomen.
Kate is having the baby.
to be continued...
Comments are love!
Author: Jo
Fandom: Lost
Rating: T
Genre Jack/Kate
Summary: Kate gets lost in a storm...
Disclaimer: I don't own so don't sue.
This is the first part of a new Jack/Kate mini series...
Thank you so much Laura for beta-ing this!
Open Your Eyes
She hates the weather on the island.
One moment she is walking through the underbrush, Sawyer on her trail; the next, the heavens are pouring down on her. The seasons seem to be shifting again because it’s more like a storm than just the usual torrential rain. She can feel the wind even down here under the protective canopy of the trees, blowing harsh gasps of rain against her skin.
“Son of a bitch.”
Sawyer is walking just behind her, trying to keep up. Even now she manages to move quicker than him, easily climbing little rocks and stepping over tree trunks. It’s like this is her natural habitat.
“Would ya just stop for a damn second!” He is gripping her upper arm to spin her around.
She doesn’t like it, doesn’t like the feel of his coarse fingers against her flesh. She doesn’t want anyone to touch her, not now.
“No,” she says and frees herself of his grasp and then moves along on the muddy slide the path has become. Sawyer spins her around to face him. She hates that he can do this, that he’s stronger than her.
“I think we should find some shelter, Sassafras.”
She hates the endearments and the protectiveness so apparent in both him and Jack these days. It’s driving her up the wall. She doesn't need anyone to fucking save her. No knight in shining armour. Who the hell gave them permission to tell her what to do? Sure, they could stop somewhere, at the caves maybe, but then it’d take longer; it’d be dark before they got back. She knows Jack will worry.
She knows he’ll be angry anyway. She’s just not sure what he’ll be most angry about: the fact that she has walked out into the jungle all alone or the fact that Sawyer has found her. She isn't sure if she still cares.
Kate finds that she can’t seem to care for a lot of things lately - she feels so off centre, so off balance these days. She also finds she can only concentrate on one thing at a time.
Right now she is looking for a horse.
This morning, the feeling was almost overwhelming. She knew she had to do something to keep her from going crazy. So when Jack had been called to have a look at Jin's foot (apparently he had cut it on some sharp rocks while fishing a mile farther up the beach) she had pretended to need a little shade from the sun and walked into the jungle.
Now she's out here, looking for a sign to point her into the right direction, to point her into any direction, really. Something that tells her everything will be fine. So much is happening to her and she has no fucking clue and that’s what’s driving her nuts as well.
Jack is trying to rationalize it of course. She knows he can’t help it cause that’s the kind of man he is. He can’t help but worry and care but his words are nothing but that. Just words. Just take it one day at a time, Kate and everything will be fine, Kate and I’m here for you, Kate. He means it but he isn’t the one lying awake in the darkness, waiting for sleep to come. He isn’t the one who feels as if he’s got ants parading under his skin. He’s worried, yes, but he doesn’t feel it.
When it comes down to it, she’s alone in all this. Cause there are some things even Jack Shepard can’t fix.
So she shakes her head at Sawyer and walks on. She won’t let him tell her what do. Everybody else is already trying to do that. Why did he follow her anyway?
“I didn’t invite you, Sawyer,” she grunts.
He looks at her and sighs and her eyebrows are a stern, tight-knitted band on her face. She is not easy to get along with these days.
“Well I figured the doc wouldn’t be too pleased to hear that I came across his missus out in the wild and let her walk off all on her own, don’t ya, Freckles?”
This earns him a glare. He's not sure how she has managed to escape the doctor's watch - there is barely a moment when he isn't keeping an eye on her - but he can't exactly leave her now.
“I’m not anybody’s missus.”
She turns away from him, the posture of her body all upright determination and stubbornness. If that's possible she is more beautiful now than she has ever been. She looks like an archaic queen, her glory made of pride.
The water is running into her eyes as she stares at Sawyer but she doesn’t blink. He riles her up almost as much as Jack does and that’s a helluva lot. But she resists the urge to punch him and instead turns away and walks on.
The rain is getting stronger now and it’s almost dark under the tree canopy. Her foot slides on the slippery, muddy surface of a large, flat rock and she nearly falls, only to be caught by Sawyers’ arms. They are strong and warm and sturdy and the fact that she has the urge to fall into them, into another human’s physical comfort irks her.
She’s not sure why she doesn’t want to be touched by anyone yet yearns for an embrace, for warmth, for limber abandon in someone else’s arms. A part of her wants Jack with her so badly but the bigger part of Kate is like a frightened animal, seeking solitude. The need grows stronger with each wave of nausea washing over her. She is trembling and upset and now she's not so sure if it’s just the fact that she’s cold and soaked to the bone.
Sawyer can see her shaking a little. She has stopped in a small clearing, her chest heaving with the need for air. He’s not really an expert but she looks like she’s hyperventilating. They’re not far from the caves so he takes her by the hand, careful not to invade her personal space too much. She flinches at the contact but then he feels her responding, feels her fingers wrapping round his.
“Come on.” His voice is gentle, soothing. He’s talking to her like a horse whisperer trying to calm a raging mustang. He knows her too damn well, knows that her passive aggressiveness comes from a place within her that is utterly terrified. He knows it cause he’s just the same.
She nods and lets him take over. He leads her to the shelter of the caves, makes her sit down on a rock. She looks deflated now without that searing energy to make her larger than life. Submissive even.
He is just as afraid. So they sit there, together, looking out into the storm. It’s separating them from the rest of the world, like a wall. It’s closing them in and he’s not sure what to make of it.
Kate feels bloated, feels swollen, extending by the second. Her flesh and skin feel so tight and she closes her eyes, trying to concentrate on her breathing, tries to breath through the sensation taking hold of her body.
In and out, in and out. Like Jack has told her. She doesn’t count to five, she just takes it one breath at a time.
She doesn’t know where the realization comes from but she simply knows that this time she can’t fight it, that she has to let it overtake her. This time her fear is something so very primal, so much bigger than herself or any reason. She has to give herself into it in order to come out at the other end.
And in that same moment when she lets go, she feels something warm running down between her legs.
Sawyer is still staring out into the rain when he hears a low sound, almost like from an animal. It takes him a moment to realize that the noise has come from Kate and he turns toward her, concerned. Her eyes are all big and deep and unreadable. She looks utterly terrified and utterly calm at the same time.
She’s not really Kate, at least not to Sawyer.
She looks at him then moves a hand across the swell of her belly stretching the thin fabric of her summer dress.
And then Sawyer can see it, the wave-like tightening of the muscles across her round, protruding abdomen.
Kate is having the baby.
to be continued...
Comments are love!