Lost fic: Peripeteia [Kate, 400 words]
Disclaimer: Lost is not mine.
Summary: Kate is jealous of Claire.
Notes: Inspired by that interview Evie did where she said she was jealous of Emilie, for getting to play pregnant. Taken to a darker degree than I imagine Evie was thinking of. Using for psych_30 #8, Phobia
Peripeteia
by eponine119
September 7, 2007
Kate used to be jealous of Claire, when they arrived on the island.
It wasn't just Claire's angel-touched beauty, the stark contrast to Kate's dark, girl-next-door looks. She seemed so normal. Sorting clothes, offering to do Kate's horoscope. Normal, and almost carefree.
Because she was pregnant, Claire didn't have to help out. She didn't have to earn her place. She didn't have to save anyone, except maybe herself. People looked after her. Kate had never had that.
Because she was pregnant, Claire would soon have someone to love her. Unconditionally. Kate had never had that, either.
…
Kate's biggest fear in life had always been that she would grow up to be like her ma.
Diane needed a man. "Honey, can you just get that jar off that top shelf for me?" She'd stand back and watch Wayne do her bidding. But there was always a price to pay. You never knew when he might reply, "Bitch, get it yourself," and slap her to make the point.
She never made excuses. She never said I need him or I'm weak. She said, "I love him." And she meant it. Kate would just think of her dad, and she could never understand.
Kate was determined. She'd get out. She'd take care of herself. And when she found the right man -- a good man -- she'd keep him. The one thing her ma hadn't done.
…
Kate's still jealous of Claire. Not the way she is now, up half the night with raw gums gnawing against her finger when he's awake, or a hot damp bundle by her side when he's asleep. The way she was when they landed here.
Her reasons have changed. Kate's become the woman she spent her whole life judging. The one she thinks made the wrong choice. She promises herself it's not the same, but when the sun goes down and she closes her eyes, the heat behind her eyelids tells her different.
The island balances the odds. She seduces him and pretends, even to herself, that it's on purpose. It's not the liquid fire between her thighs, and it's not the warm tug she feels on her heart. She wants to get pregnant. She wants to feel those changes take hold of her body.
Pregnancy here means death. And Kate swore she'd rather die that turn out like her ma.
End.
Summary: Kate is jealous of Claire.
Notes: Inspired by that interview Evie did where she said she was jealous of Emilie, for getting to play pregnant. Taken to a darker degree than I imagine Evie was thinking of. Using for psych_30 #8, Phobia
Peripeteia
by eponine119
September 7, 2007
Kate used to be jealous of Claire, when they arrived on the island.
It wasn't just Claire's angel-touched beauty, the stark contrast to Kate's dark, girl-next-door looks. She seemed so normal. Sorting clothes, offering to do Kate's horoscope. Normal, and almost carefree.
Because she was pregnant, Claire didn't have to help out. She didn't have to earn her place. She didn't have to save anyone, except maybe herself. People looked after her. Kate had never had that.
Because she was pregnant, Claire would soon have someone to love her. Unconditionally. Kate had never had that, either.
…
Kate's biggest fear in life had always been that she would grow up to be like her ma.
Diane needed a man. "Honey, can you just get that jar off that top shelf for me?" She'd stand back and watch Wayne do her bidding. But there was always a price to pay. You never knew when he might reply, "Bitch, get it yourself," and slap her to make the point.
She never made excuses. She never said I need him or I'm weak. She said, "I love him." And she meant it. Kate would just think of her dad, and she could never understand.
Kate was determined. She'd get out. She'd take care of herself. And when she found the right man -- a good man -- she'd keep him. The one thing her ma hadn't done.
…
Kate's still jealous of Claire. Not the way she is now, up half the night with raw gums gnawing against her finger when he's awake, or a hot damp bundle by her side when he's asleep. The way she was when they landed here.
Her reasons have changed. Kate's become the woman she spent her whole life judging. The one she thinks made the wrong choice. She promises herself it's not the same, but when the sun goes down and she closes her eyes, the heat behind her eyelids tells her different.
The island balances the odds. She seduces him and pretends, even to herself, that it's on purpose. It's not the liquid fire between her thighs, and it's not the warm tug she feels on her heart. She wants to get pregnant. She wants to feel those changes take hold of her body.
Pregnancy here means death. And Kate swore she'd rather die that turn out like her ma.
End.