Ficlet: You Do Not Need Me (Kate, faint Jack/Kate)
Title: You Do Not Need Me
Rating: PG
Summary: When she found out Wayne had put her things in storage, Kate was furious.
Disclaimer: I don't own Lost. At all. I wish, but alas...
Author's Note: More Kate stuff. This one set during 'The Man From Tallahassee'.
When she found out Wayne had put her things in storage, Kate was furious. She had been at the diner, with her mother, and she had mentioned, off-hand, that a few of her things weren’t in the house any more. She had returned home to find that “a few things” actually meant everything. Her sheets, her clothes, her stuff. The walls were empty, the mattress was bare. There was barely any sign that any one had ever lived there.
“Where is my stuff?” she had demanded of Wayne, who looked at her with glassy eyes, like he almost didn’t recognize her. He was drunk. But he was always drunk, so she asked him again.
He just laughed and shook his head at her and said, “Gone. Just like you, Katie.”
She nearly punched him. She would have if her mother wasn’t standing right behind her, in the doorway, staring silently, as always. Tom called her Katie, and he was the only one that she allowed to do so. Wayne knew that. But he still called her by that name, every now and then, just to push her buttons, just to get at her.
Bereft of anything else to do, and completely taken over by anger, Kate had stormed out, left her mother and Wayne behind, and climbed onto her bike. She took the road that he brought her into town back out again, knowing full well she would have to come back sooner or later.
No amount of running away and coming back was going to change things. Nothing was going to force Wayne from her life, from her mother. Or else, why would she have stood idly by and let Wayne sweep her daughter’s memory from the house she had grown up in? Why would she linger in the door mutely and watch her storm out?
It was because, in her mother’s eyes, she was the one that was expendable, not him.
I would have been hard to explain to anyone, and she doubted it would even make sense outside of her own mind, but the way she had felt that day, when a country road had carried her away from her hometown, was the very same way she felt as she watched Jack catch that football, as she saw the joy, the contentment across his face and knew that it couldn’t possibly be for show.
She felt as though life had picked up and moved on without her. She felt unwanted, unneeded, unimportant. And as she watched the undoubtedly pretty blonde woman who's name she didn't know grip Jack's arm loosely in her hand, she felt as though she had been passed over, yet again.
Rating: PG
Summary: When she found out Wayne had put her things in storage, Kate was furious.
Disclaimer: I don't own Lost. At all. I wish, but alas...
Author's Note: More Kate stuff. This one set during 'The Man From Tallahassee'.
When she found out Wayne had put her things in storage, Kate was furious. She had been at the diner, with her mother, and she had mentioned, off-hand, that a few of her things weren’t in the house any more. She had returned home to find that “a few things” actually meant everything. Her sheets, her clothes, her stuff. The walls were empty, the mattress was bare. There was barely any sign that any one had ever lived there.
“Where is my stuff?” she had demanded of Wayne, who looked at her with glassy eyes, like he almost didn’t recognize her. He was drunk. But he was always drunk, so she asked him again.
He just laughed and shook his head at her and said, “Gone. Just like you, Katie.”
She nearly punched him. She would have if her mother wasn’t standing right behind her, in the doorway, staring silently, as always. Tom called her Katie, and he was the only one that she allowed to do so. Wayne knew that. But he still called her by that name, every now and then, just to push her buttons, just to get at her.
Bereft of anything else to do, and completely taken over by anger, Kate had stormed out, left her mother and Wayne behind, and climbed onto her bike. She took the road that he brought her into town back out again, knowing full well she would have to come back sooner or later.
No amount of running away and coming back was going to change things. Nothing was going to force Wayne from her life, from her mother. Or else, why would she have stood idly by and let Wayne sweep her daughter’s memory from the house she had grown up in? Why would she linger in the door mutely and watch her storm out?
It was because, in her mother’s eyes, she was the one that was expendable, not him.
I would have been hard to explain to anyone, and she doubted it would even make sense outside of her own mind, but the way she had felt that day, when a country road had carried her away from her hometown, was the very same way she felt as she watched Jack catch that football, as she saw the joy, the contentment across his face and knew that it couldn’t possibly be for show.
She felt as though life had picked up and moved on without her. She felt unwanted, unneeded, unimportant. And as she watched the undoubtedly pretty blonde woman who's name she didn't know grip Jack's arm loosely in her hand, she felt as though she had been passed over, yet again.