Fic: Moniker (Sawyer/Juliet)
Title: Moniker
Rating: PG
Summary: After her parents' divorce, Juliet proclaimed she never wanted to get married.
Disclaimer: I do not own Lost. At all. I wish but alas...
Author's Note: Used for lover100, prompt #076: who?
Carlson:
After her parents' divorce, Juliet proclaimed she never wanted to get married. Rachel told her she was being over-dramatic and that she would change her mind eventually. That she would "get over it". She didn't mean her insistence that she wouldn't get married, but their parents' divorce.
"I'm not," she had insisted after Rachel's reply, but all Rachel had done was shrug at her and resume flipping through a magazine.
Rachel had handled their parents' divorce differently than Juliet and appeared to have "gotten over it" faster. But it had haunted Juliet for years, and even well into her marriage.
Burke:
Juliet doesn't know if she loved Edmund. He was, at the time, the most brilliant man she had ever met; it's what had drawn her to him. She hates to think that she could have mistaken misplaced hero-worship for love. But can't deny that she had. She lives with him everyday, still carries around his name as her own.
Edmund had cheated on her. He had crushed her and it destroyed her that this was the man that she had broken her declaration to never marry for. It made a fool of her and she swore to herself never again.
LaFleur:
Juliet moved her belongings into James' house six months after they'd been together. Within the month, people were calling her Mrs. LaFleur. It bugged the hell out of her. Edmund still hung over her head like a cloud, years later, as did her promise to never marry again.
She thinks it bugged James too; she knows it did. He wasn't the marrying kind, which was just fine, because she wasn't either.
But it became a bother to glare at people when they say it, so they just stopped. After a while, it didn't her as much. Or him, she thinks.
Ford:
When they reach the mainland and step into 1977, they honestly don't know what to do with themselves. The stare around, amazed they're here. After all they've been through and all this time, here they are.
"Where are we supposed to go?" James is looking over his right shoulder, and she yanks his hand in hers.
"Come on," he says, heading to where ever he's looking.
She soon sees it too. It's a courthouse.
"What do you think?" he asks, simply.
"Come on," she answers, pulling him forward, without thinking.
Maybe that was the point all along.
Feeling. Not thinking.
Rating: PG
Summary: After her parents' divorce, Juliet proclaimed she never wanted to get married.
Disclaimer: I do not own Lost. At all. I wish but alas...
Author's Note: Used for lover100, prompt #076: who?
Carlson:
After her parents' divorce, Juliet proclaimed she never wanted to get married. Rachel told her she was being over-dramatic and that she would change her mind eventually. That she would "get over it". She didn't mean her insistence that she wouldn't get married, but their parents' divorce.
"I'm not," she had insisted after Rachel's reply, but all Rachel had done was shrug at her and resume flipping through a magazine.
Rachel had handled their parents' divorce differently than Juliet and appeared to have "gotten over it" faster. But it had haunted Juliet for years, and even well into her marriage.
Burke:
Juliet doesn't know if she loved Edmund. He was, at the time, the most brilliant man she had ever met; it's what had drawn her to him. She hates to think that she could have mistaken misplaced hero-worship for love. But can't deny that she had. She lives with him everyday, still carries around his name as her own.
Edmund had cheated on her. He had crushed her and it destroyed her that this was the man that she had broken her declaration to never marry for. It made a fool of her and she swore to herself never again.
LaFleur:
Juliet moved her belongings into James' house six months after they'd been together. Within the month, people were calling her Mrs. LaFleur. It bugged the hell out of her. Edmund still hung over her head like a cloud, years later, as did her promise to never marry again.
She thinks it bugged James too; she knows it did. He wasn't the marrying kind, which was just fine, because she wasn't either.
But it became a bother to glare at people when they say it, so they just stopped. After a while, it didn't her as much. Or him, she thinks.
Ford:
When they reach the mainland and step into 1977, they honestly don't know what to do with themselves. The stare around, amazed they're here. After all they've been through and all this time, here they are.
"Where are we supposed to go?" James is looking over his right shoulder, and she yanks his hand in hers.
"Come on," he says, heading to where ever he's looking.
She soon sees it too. It's a courthouse.
"What do you think?" he asks, simply.
"Come on," she answers, pulling him forward, without thinking.
Maybe that was the point all along.
Feeling. Not thinking.