icons and fic
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ICONS
[001-020] Evangeline Lilly (Kate)
[021] triangle (J/K/S)
[022-051] Jate
001 002 003
004 005 006
007 008 009
010 011 012
013 014 015
016 017 018
019 020 021
022 023 024
025 026 027
028 029 030
031 032 033
034 035 036
037 038 039
040 041 042
043 044 045
046 047 048
049 050 051
You Gave Me Just What I Need
“I’m one of the survivors of Oceanic flight 815. Can you get a fix on our location?”
“Hell yeah we can! Sit tight, we’ll be right there.”
There came a cheer from the surrounding survivors gathered in the clearing, and Jack released the transceiver enough to relax, take a deep breath, and look towards the sky. He could feel it, the weight of the past few months, almost 100 days; it seemed to lift above him, and was almost gone. He thought of the many that had not made it: Boone, Shannon, Ana-Lucia, Libby, Eko, Nikki and Paulo (whom he regretted having never spoken more than five words to), Scott (or Steve? he could never get them straight), Joanna, and others. Charlie and Desmond could be on a death mission now, for all he knew; but he presumed they were doing alright because he had been able to use the transceiver. Sawyer, Jin, Sayid, Bernard, Juliet, and Hurley were all at the beach, seemingly okay as well. Everything was fine, couldn’t have been better. Why, then, did Jack have an uneasy feeling about him?
It could not have been because of Kate. Earlier he had admitted his feelings, let them out, freed them… and he’d never felt better. And even though he told himself it didn’t matter what her reaction was, or how she felt, or that he’d never have his heart broken again, he had noticed many times that he let go of his preconceptions and inhibitions around her. She was his opposite half, his missing piece.
There she was, her eyes open wide, taking in the surroundings just as he was. He watched her for at least a minute, noting the way her hair seemed to float in the soft breeze, how the tiny lines at the corner of her eyes melted together when she smiled, and her famous freckles, the little sprinklings of which touched her nose and her rosy cheeks. After what felt like an eternity, their eyes met, and he couldn’t help but break into a grin when she started to make her way over to him.
“Nice job,” she whispered, when she had reached him.
Her arms hung limp at her sides, tired, he knew, even though she felt like celebrating because of this euphoric moment. It was like he could read her mind, they were so connected. He flexed his fingers, almost unconsciously, and soon they gripped hers tightly. His knuckles were still raw from punching Ben so many times, but he didn’t care. This felt right.
She looked into his eyes, watched him breathe, almost labored, in and out. She knew he was much more tired than she was, and rightly so: he had just saved them all.
“You should sit down, Jack.”
She knew it was useless, begging him to sit, because Jack was the hero and the hero was always supposed to sacrifice himself for the good of the people, but when he did take a seat on the nearest rock, she grew quiet. This was unprecedented. Kate sat down as well, and squeezed his hand to reassure him that she was still there. He looked a bit faint.
The day was growing dark, the sun having nearly set, and the rest of the survivors were huddled by campfires, celebrating their victory and rescue. But who knew when they would be rescued? Kate did not want to think of it. Being rescued was something they had all aspired to since that fateful day - September 22, 2004, it resonated in her mind. But she was different. She knew everyone wanted to go home and back to civilization, but she was happy with life on the island, because it was far better than anything she could hope for back in L.A. The island guaranteed her freedom; freedom from the law, freedom from inhibitions, freedom from her past. Though she had made a whole bunch of mistakes here, she had also found the one person who she could really feel safe with, and though she knew that rescue was a good event for everyone else, she felt gloomy whenever she thought of it.
This could be the last time we are together alone, she thought sadly.
Jack had closed his eyes and was trying to sleep, she could tell. His head, however, was still up as though he were awake. She chuckled quietly, and gently slid her shoulder over so that he could rest his head on it. He smiled in his sleep, and a small groan escaped him. She patted his shoulder, and spread her arm across his broad back enough to encompass him, and brought him in close to her chest. Most of his weight was lying on her, but she did not care. It felt good to have him close again. She had missed his smell, the way he did not have to take off his shirt every five minutes for you to know that he was muscular, not to mention his stubble. It was rough to the touch, and it had tickled her cheeks when they had kissed almost a month ago, but it was as close to normal as she had found on the island.
Kate held Jack that night, and eventually fell asleep herself. The next morning, when rescue did arrive, Jack protected Kate from the authorities, and made sure they granted her amnesty, because being on a deserted island for three months should be punishment enough. When they arrived to L.A., Kate thought this meant goodbye, but Jack was not ready to let go just yet. He held her hand again, the whole car ride to his apartment, and told her that he would do anything to have her in his life.
“Give us a chance,” he told her.
She watched him, her eyes just barely focused because of the tears which were ebbing into the corners. He held her hand tightly, and she knew he would never let go. She blinked her eyes once, to rid them of the tears, and it reminded them both of when they had said goodbye at the dock when they had been captured by the Others. He reached over to her, across the seat of the car, and kissed her tenderly.
“I love you,” she said.
Kate realized that she had passed a crossroads, where she could have gone back to her life on the run, but she decided to remain with Jack. He loved her and she loved him, and that’s all that mattered. She was not about to let him go this time.
ICONS
[001-020] Evangeline Lilly (Kate)
[021] triangle (J/K/S)
[022-051] Jate
001 002 003
004 005 006
007 008 009
010 011 012
013 014 015
016 017 018
019 020 021
022 023 024
025 026 027
028 029 030
031 032 033
034 035 036
037 038 039
040 041 042
043 044 045
046 047 048
049 050 051
You Gave Me Just What I Need
“I’m one of the survivors of Oceanic flight 815. Can you get a fix on our location?”
“Hell yeah we can! Sit tight, we’ll be right there.”
There came a cheer from the surrounding survivors gathered in the clearing, and Jack released the transceiver enough to relax, take a deep breath, and look towards the sky. He could feel it, the weight of the past few months, almost 100 days; it seemed to lift above him, and was almost gone. He thought of the many that had not made it: Boone, Shannon, Ana-Lucia, Libby, Eko, Nikki and Paulo (whom he regretted having never spoken more than five words to), Scott (or Steve? he could never get them straight), Joanna, and others. Charlie and Desmond could be on a death mission now, for all he knew; but he presumed they were doing alright because he had been able to use the transceiver. Sawyer, Jin, Sayid, Bernard, Juliet, and Hurley were all at the beach, seemingly okay as well. Everything was fine, couldn’t have been better. Why, then, did Jack have an uneasy feeling about him?
It could not have been because of Kate. Earlier he had admitted his feelings, let them out, freed them… and he’d never felt better. And even though he told himself it didn’t matter what her reaction was, or how she felt, or that he’d never have his heart broken again, he had noticed many times that he let go of his preconceptions and inhibitions around her. She was his opposite half, his missing piece.
There she was, her eyes open wide, taking in the surroundings just as he was. He watched her for at least a minute, noting the way her hair seemed to float in the soft breeze, how the tiny lines at the corner of her eyes melted together when she smiled, and her famous freckles, the little sprinklings of which touched her nose and her rosy cheeks. After what felt like an eternity, their eyes met, and he couldn’t help but break into a grin when she started to make her way over to him.
“Nice job,” she whispered, when she had reached him.
Her arms hung limp at her sides, tired, he knew, even though she felt like celebrating because of this euphoric moment. It was like he could read her mind, they were so connected. He flexed his fingers, almost unconsciously, and soon they gripped hers tightly. His knuckles were still raw from punching Ben so many times, but he didn’t care. This felt right.
She looked into his eyes, watched him breathe, almost labored, in and out. She knew he was much more tired than she was, and rightly so: he had just saved them all.
“You should sit down, Jack.”
She knew it was useless, begging him to sit, because Jack was the hero and the hero was always supposed to sacrifice himself for the good of the people, but when he did take a seat on the nearest rock, she grew quiet. This was unprecedented. Kate sat down as well, and squeezed his hand to reassure him that she was still there. He looked a bit faint.
The day was growing dark, the sun having nearly set, and the rest of the survivors were huddled by campfires, celebrating their victory and rescue. But who knew when they would be rescued? Kate did not want to think of it. Being rescued was something they had all aspired to since that fateful day - September 22, 2004, it resonated in her mind. But she was different. She knew everyone wanted to go home and back to civilization, but she was happy with life on the island, because it was far better than anything she could hope for back in L.A. The island guaranteed her freedom; freedom from the law, freedom from inhibitions, freedom from her past. Though she had made a whole bunch of mistakes here, she had also found the one person who she could really feel safe with, and though she knew that rescue was a good event for everyone else, she felt gloomy whenever she thought of it.
This could be the last time we are together alone, she thought sadly.
Jack had closed his eyes and was trying to sleep, she could tell. His head, however, was still up as though he were awake. She chuckled quietly, and gently slid her shoulder over so that he could rest his head on it. He smiled in his sleep, and a small groan escaped him. She patted his shoulder, and spread her arm across his broad back enough to encompass him, and brought him in close to her chest. Most of his weight was lying on her, but she did not care. It felt good to have him close again. She had missed his smell, the way he did not have to take off his shirt every five minutes for you to know that he was muscular, not to mention his stubble. It was rough to the touch, and it had tickled her cheeks when they had kissed almost a month ago, but it was as close to normal as she had found on the island.
Kate held Jack that night, and eventually fell asleep herself. The next morning, when rescue did arrive, Jack protected Kate from the authorities, and made sure they granted her amnesty, because being on a deserted island for three months should be punishment enough. When they arrived to L.A., Kate thought this meant goodbye, but Jack was not ready to let go just yet. He held her hand again, the whole car ride to his apartment, and told her that he would do anything to have her in his life.
“Give us a chance,” he told her.
She watched him, her eyes just barely focused because of the tears which were ebbing into the corners. He held her hand tightly, and she knew he would never let go. She blinked her eyes once, to rid them of the tears, and it reminded them both of when they had said goodbye at the dock when they had been captured by the Others. He reached over to her, across the seat of the car, and kissed her tenderly.
“I love you,” she said.
Kate realized that she had passed a crossroads, where she could have gone back to her life on the run, but she decided to remain with Jack. He loved her and she loved him, and that’s all that mattered. She was not about to let him go this time.