he had no alibi (Ben/Kate, PG-13)
Title: he had no alibi
Fandom: LOST
Characters: Ben/Kate, Aaron
Rating: PG-13 (character death)
Word Count: 370
Summary: The game is set in motion. (for 12_stories , purple. Ties in with the last one.)
The rules are simple.
(don't tell anyone, don't get caught)
He watches her unblinking, skirt riding up smooth legs as she leans into the car to pick up Aaron. His throat tightens as she throws a glance at him, angry and terrified.
He's not your son, Kate. As lies go, it's a weak one.
She turns, and the determined click of heels on pavement resounds through Ben's chest. The game is set in motion.
It's a process of elimination, separate the good people from the bad. Kate is a master of disguises, the epitome of innocence. She pulls back her brown curls and distracts the naive with freckles and spatulas and white cotton.
Ben smirks and doesn't call out the gun in her underwear drawer, doesn't tell her he dreams of her with laundry baskets filled with skeletons and sinkfuls of broken plates.
(every killer needs an accomplice)
Aaron loves games as much as his fake parents do, and Ben is sure to teach him all the rules.
(his teddy buried under the bed, hidden in shadows)
He tucks the boy in and Kate pours two glasses of wine. "Who are you protecting him from?"
Ben's hands shake and the table stains dark red. It's a risk, using her own moves against her, tugging at apron strings and kissing scars. She doesn't ask again.
(they fit together because they don't belong anywhere else)
The difference between them is clearer when Aaron isn't there to play arbiter. Their bodies clash, her freckles faded to milky white, his bruises fermented to purple.
"I'm sick," she whispers, and he doesn't ask questions because he's sick too, sick of lies and skin and himself. Sick of playing the game.
"Sick as in dying, Ben."
The words Aren't we all? burn silently on his tongue.
The rules are simple.
(can't switch the cards, can't change anything)
Ben is left to dig himself into deeper holes. He digs until the evidence is gone, digs until the dirt collapses in on itself, digs until his fingers bleed.
Professor Plum in the kitchen with the revolver, Aaron whispers in his ear. Without Kate to drag them out of the pit, the game ends.
He's not sure who's won.
Fandom: LOST
Characters: Ben/Kate, Aaron
Rating: PG-13 (character death)
Word Count: 370
Summary: The game is set in motion. (for 12_stories , purple. Ties in with the last one.)
The rules are simple.
(don't tell anyone, don't get caught)
He watches her unblinking, skirt riding up smooth legs as she leans into the car to pick up Aaron. His throat tightens as she throws a glance at him, angry and terrified.
He's not your son, Kate. As lies go, it's a weak one.
She turns, and the determined click of heels on pavement resounds through Ben's chest. The game is set in motion.
It's a process of elimination, separate the good people from the bad. Kate is a master of disguises, the epitome of innocence. She pulls back her brown curls and distracts the naive with freckles and spatulas and white cotton.
Ben smirks and doesn't call out the gun in her underwear drawer, doesn't tell her he dreams of her with laundry baskets filled with skeletons and sinkfuls of broken plates.
(every killer needs an accomplice)
Aaron loves games as much as his fake parents do, and Ben is sure to teach him all the rules.
(his teddy buried under the bed, hidden in shadows)
He tucks the boy in and Kate pours two glasses of wine. "Who are you protecting him from?"
Ben's hands shake and the table stains dark red. It's a risk, using her own moves against her, tugging at apron strings and kissing scars. She doesn't ask again.
(they fit together because they don't belong anywhere else)
The difference between them is clearer when Aaron isn't there to play arbiter. Their bodies clash, her freckles faded to milky white, his bruises fermented to purple.
"I'm sick," she whispers, and he doesn't ask questions because he's sick too, sick of lies and skin and himself. Sick of playing the game.
"Sick as in dying, Ben."
The words Aren't we all? burn silently on his tongue.
The rules are simple.
(can't switch the cards, can't change anything)
Ben is left to dig himself into deeper holes. He digs until the evidence is gone, digs until the dirt collapses in on itself, digs until his fingers bleed.
Professor Plum in the kitchen with the revolver, Aaron whispers in his ear. Without Kate to drag them out of the pit, the game ends.
He's not sure who's won.