sun, kate
sun, kate
season 3, post-"The Glass Ballerina"
PG-13
appx 500 words
Sun doesn't like guns. They make her feel shaky, even as they give her a jolt of power. When she thinks about it, she knows that's probably why they rattle her so much.
Sun lays beside Jin, pretending to sleep, listening to the sound of Sayid shifting on the sand, a rasp discernible through the crackle of the small fire and the dull ocean sound that she almost doesn't notice anymore. Would Jack be able to sleep? She tells herself that he's alive, and, no, he wouldn't. Problems twist through his limbs until he can't do anything but keep moving. Sawyer might sleep--if he wasn't waiting, straight-backed and still, for something to happen; he doesn't deal in problems, only solutions that itch deep in his muscles. But nothing happens on a quiet beach like this. It's so dark and moonlight cool she lets her eyes slide open to peer into the fire, as if that could warm her inside. She wonders where they are and if Kate is sleeping.
She's never known what it is Kate did that made her so scared to go back home as herself. Kate was going to steal a passport and become someone dead. She almost chuckles when she thinks how she's someone dead now--to the world, maybe to the more cynical people in the camp. Or maybe it's like with Kate: they don't know where she is, only that she's somewhere. When will she come back? Will she come back?
Sun plans to, walking on legs that shake with every step since she fired that shot. But they don't shake while she's lying here beside Jin. Sayid's holding a gun now, for all of them. Sun thinks that if there's a gun to be held where Kate is, she has it. Kate never seems to be afraid of anything. Sun's seen her aim that gun only once or twice-only aim it, not shoot--and her hands don't shake. Is it because she's never put a bullet into a person, or because she has? At this point, Sun thinks it doesn't matter. She won't use labels like right and wrong. She chooses to believe Kate knows the difference between necessary and unnecessary. Sun slides her hand over her stomach, a motion slight enough to escape Sayid's notice and leave Jin fitfully asleep. Where Kate is, she has her own people to protect. She wonders how she does it with her loyalties so divided.
Sayid, charged with exhaustion, looks out over the beach, toward the churning water, and the gun at his side glints in the moonlight. Sun wants to tell him to sleep, but she knows he can no more than she. This beach might be quiet, but it was also quiet before a plane fell out of the sky. She pretends to shift in her sleep, shifting closer to Jin. Her gun is under her pack, and she wishes there were a way to not have it anymore or to forget how her hands didn't shake when she pulled the trigger.
season 3, post-"The Glass Ballerina"
PG-13
appx 500 words
Sun doesn't like guns. They make her feel shaky, even as they give her a jolt of power. When she thinks about it, she knows that's probably why they rattle her so much.
Sun lays beside Jin, pretending to sleep, listening to the sound of Sayid shifting on the sand, a rasp discernible through the crackle of the small fire and the dull ocean sound that she almost doesn't notice anymore. Would Jack be able to sleep? She tells herself that he's alive, and, no, he wouldn't. Problems twist through his limbs until he can't do anything but keep moving. Sawyer might sleep--if he wasn't waiting, straight-backed and still, for something to happen; he doesn't deal in problems, only solutions that itch deep in his muscles. But nothing happens on a quiet beach like this. It's so dark and moonlight cool she lets her eyes slide open to peer into the fire, as if that could warm her inside. She wonders where they are and if Kate is sleeping.
She's never known what it is Kate did that made her so scared to go back home as herself. Kate was going to steal a passport and become someone dead. She almost chuckles when she thinks how she's someone dead now--to the world, maybe to the more cynical people in the camp. Or maybe it's like with Kate: they don't know where she is, only that she's somewhere. When will she come back? Will she come back?
Sun plans to, walking on legs that shake with every step since she fired that shot. But they don't shake while she's lying here beside Jin. Sayid's holding a gun now, for all of them. Sun thinks that if there's a gun to be held where Kate is, she has it. Kate never seems to be afraid of anything. Sun's seen her aim that gun only once or twice-only aim it, not shoot--and her hands don't shake. Is it because she's never put a bullet into a person, or because she has? At this point, Sun thinks it doesn't matter. She won't use labels like right and wrong. She chooses to believe Kate knows the difference between necessary and unnecessary. Sun slides her hand over her stomach, a motion slight enough to escape Sayid's notice and leave Jin fitfully asleep. Where Kate is, she has her own people to protect. She wonders how she does it with her loyalties so divided.
Sayid, charged with exhaustion, looks out over the beach, toward the churning water, and the gun at his side glints in the moonlight. Sun wants to tell him to sleep, but she knows he can no more than she. This beach might be quiet, but it was also quiet before a plane fell out of the sky. She pretends to shift in her sleep, shifting closer to Jin. Her gun is under her pack, and she wishes there were a way to not have it anymore or to forget how her hands didn't shake when she pulled the trigger.