Fic: The Seasons Have Changed and So Have We (Sun, Kate)
Title: The Seasons Have Changed and So Have We
Rating: PG
Summary: No, now she was a different Sun, one driven by anger, pain, grief, and revenge.
Disclaimer: I do not own Lost. At all. I wish but alas...
Author's Note: Used for au100, prompt #076: rebirth.
A younger Sun would have been surprised to find Kate at her door three years after their return. A younger Sun would have been happier to find her there (not because of Kate herself, but because of the circumstances under which she had found her way there). A younger Sun would have believed that things would have been better now that the island was behind them, that the impulses within them that it had no doubt magnified would have been left behind as well. Her naivety nearly disgusted her now. There was no closure; the island and everything that had happened there was still a constant fixture in her life, and as for change…
She had changed, but she hadn’t. And it didn’t seem that Kate had either. Sun, the liar, did so on a nearly constant basis, just as she would lie to Kate from the second she opened the door. Not because she wanted to, but because she had to. Because it was the only way.
Kate, the runner, had run to her doorstep - exactly where she was supposed to be. This was what Ben, the bastard, had counted upon, and a younger Sun would have been appalled at the very idea of all of this. Kate was her friend, and she cared for her very much, but she was not the young, naïve woman she had once been. That woman was lost, consumed in a fiery explosion and gone away with the man she loved.
No, now she was a different Sun, one driven by anger, pain, grief, and revenge. Kate was in no place to understand that now, about that Ben was right. So she could lie. She would lie as she had always lied: to get the things that she needed and to protect what mattered. Kate would get the truth, all of them would. But not yet.
A younger Sun would never have been a part of this. But a younger Sun had had Jin. A younger Sun had not lost the biggest part of herself only to be left with what little remained. She survived as a woman hollowed out by grief and fueled by anger, with the only bright light being her beautiful daughter. She suspected that she and Kate were very much alike in that regard.
So Sun, the liar, opened the door to Kate, the runner, with her final thought being that they had become two very different women who where, fundamentally and at their core, very much the same.
Rating: PG
Summary: No, now she was a different Sun, one driven by anger, pain, grief, and revenge.
Disclaimer: I do not own Lost. At all. I wish but alas...
Author's Note: Used for au100, prompt #076: rebirth.
A younger Sun would have been surprised to find Kate at her door three years after their return. A younger Sun would have been happier to find her there (not because of Kate herself, but because of the circumstances under which she had found her way there). A younger Sun would have believed that things would have been better now that the island was behind them, that the impulses within them that it had no doubt magnified would have been left behind as well. Her naivety nearly disgusted her now. There was no closure; the island and everything that had happened there was still a constant fixture in her life, and as for change…
She had changed, but she hadn’t. And it didn’t seem that Kate had either. Sun, the liar, did so on a nearly constant basis, just as she would lie to Kate from the second she opened the door. Not because she wanted to, but because she had to. Because it was the only way.
Kate, the runner, had run to her doorstep - exactly where she was supposed to be. This was what Ben, the bastard, had counted upon, and a younger Sun would have been appalled at the very idea of all of this. Kate was her friend, and she cared for her very much, but she was not the young, naïve woman she had once been. That woman was lost, consumed in a fiery explosion and gone away with the man she loved.
No, now she was a different Sun, one driven by anger, pain, grief, and revenge. Kate was in no place to understand that now, about that Ben was right. So she could lie. She would lie as she had always lied: to get the things that she needed and to protect what mattered. Kate would get the truth, all of them would. But not yet.
A younger Sun would never have been a part of this. But a younger Sun had had Jin. A younger Sun had not lost the biggest part of herself only to be left with what little remained. She survived as a woman hollowed out by grief and fueled by anger, with the only bright light being her beautiful daughter. She suspected that she and Kate were very much alike in that regard.
So Sun, the liar, opened the door to Kate, the runner, with her final thought being that they had become two very different women who where, fundamentally and at their core, very much the same.