LOST Fanfic: Like Coming Home
Title: Like Coming Home
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Don't own, not for profit.
Summary: She never can stay mad at him
A/N: The first of a little volley of fics, for the "Think Happy Thoughts" Happy Skate fanfic challenge.
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Her feet are killing her. It was so damn hot in the city, and she got blisters from her new shoes. She had to walk five blocks back to her car. Now the elevator is broken.
Five seconds of abject frustration in front of the impotent metal doors. All five stages of grief - anger, anger, anger, defeat, acceptance.
Kate takes off her shoes and her stockings, and heads for the stairs.
Five floors up she reaches her apartment.
He's waiting by her door.
A heap on the floor, one leg stretched out, the other against his chest, broad shoulders back against the wall. His eyes are closed and his head tilted back - face to the heavens.
In that second - that lingering second- she forgets why she was angry, forgets why they stopped speaking, forgets all the good reasons she had for never letting him back through her door.
All she remembers is how it feels to come home.
Sawyer hears her coming - lazily, opens one eye. “Well hey there, Freckles."
She walks over to him slowly - smiling, despite herself - dragging her handbag on the floor behind her.
She stops, looking down at him. “It shouldn't be that easy,” she says.
He grins up at her. “But it is.”
He slides his back up the wall, till he's leaning over her, his crumpled shirt brushing against hers. He smells like salt and alcohol. “So, you gonna invite me in?”
Kate doesn't say anything. She looks up at him, soaking him in again. She could try to resist him - she's tried it before - but it never sticks. She'll save them both the time and give in from the start.
She unlocks her door, walks into her apartment, and leaves the door open behind her.
Sawyer rolls around the doorframe and follows her inside.
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Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Don't own, not for profit.
Summary: She never can stay mad at him
A/N: The first of a little volley of fics, for the "Think Happy Thoughts" Happy Skate fanfic challenge.
~ ~ ~
Her feet are killing her. It was so damn hot in the city, and she got blisters from her new shoes. She had to walk five blocks back to her car. Now the elevator is broken.
Five seconds of abject frustration in front of the impotent metal doors. All five stages of grief - anger, anger, anger, defeat, acceptance.
Kate takes off her shoes and her stockings, and heads for the stairs.
Five floors up she reaches her apartment.
He's waiting by her door.
A heap on the floor, one leg stretched out, the other against his chest, broad shoulders back against the wall. His eyes are closed and his head tilted back - face to the heavens.
In that second - that lingering second- she forgets why she was angry, forgets why they stopped speaking, forgets all the good reasons she had for never letting him back through her door.
All she remembers is how it feels to come home.
Sawyer hears her coming - lazily, opens one eye. “Well hey there, Freckles."
She walks over to him slowly - smiling, despite herself - dragging her handbag on the floor behind her.
She stops, looking down at him. “It shouldn't be that easy,” she says.
He grins up at her. “But it is.”
He slides his back up the wall, till he's leaning over her, his crumpled shirt brushing against hers. He smells like salt and alcohol. “So, you gonna invite me in?”
Kate doesn't say anything. She looks up at him, soaking him in again. She could try to resist him - she's tried it before - but it never sticks. She'll save them both the time and give in from the start.
She unlocks her door, walks into her apartment, and leaves the door open behind her.
Sawyer rolls around the doorframe and follows her inside.
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