Lost Fic: I can't take no more regret (Sawyer/Kate)
Title: I can’t take no more regret
Pairing: Kate/Sawyer
Rating: PG
Spoilers/Warnings: Through the finale.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Title from Gaslight Anthem.
Summary: She asks him to come. He’s never been able to tell her no.
A/N: Written for lost_in_108 challenge #36 “message”. Yeah, I wrote Sawyer/Kate. No I don’t know where this came from. The muse is a fickle thing, my friends. I just do what she tells me to.
Postcards from New Orleans, Sydney, Paris…dog eared and torn, pressed into his back pockets, hidden in duffel bags, tucked away, out of sight, out of mind.
Messages scrawled in a hurry:
The weather’s nice here. You’d like it.
It’s an invitation, come find me, inevitable, but surprising none the less.
She’s in Amsterdam and there’s snow on the ground, he catches her before she goes into the hotel, wraps his arms around her from behind.
She pushes him against the wall out of instinct and he laughs.
“Son of a bitch. That how you say hello, Freckles?”
Kate grins, leans into his touch.
“You know it is, James.”
Pairing: Kate/Sawyer
Rating: PG
Spoilers/Warnings: Through the finale.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Title from Gaslight Anthem.
Summary: She asks him to come. He’s never been able to tell her no.
A/N: Written for lost_in_108 challenge #36 “message”. Yeah, I wrote Sawyer/Kate. No I don’t know where this came from. The muse is a fickle thing, my friends. I just do what she tells me to.
Postcards from New Orleans, Sydney, Paris…dog eared and torn, pressed into his back pockets, hidden in duffel bags, tucked away, out of sight, out of mind.
Messages scrawled in a hurry:
The weather’s nice here. You’d like it.
It’s an invitation, come find me, inevitable, but surprising none the less.
She’s in Amsterdam and there’s snow on the ground, he catches her before she goes into the hotel, wraps his arms around her from behind.
She pushes him against the wall out of instinct and he laughs.
“Son of a bitch. That how you say hello, Freckles?”
Kate grins, leans into his touch.
“You know it is, James.”