Savage Stable pt 1
Title: Savage Stable
Summary: ...trying to outdrink a sturdy brunette...
Pairing: Kate/Sayid
Notes: Beginning of a short AU series for Kayid.
Rating: R
Rejection. Sayid Jarrah had learned the definition of the word as a boy, but he had not yet learned the feeling. And the feeling of Nadia's rejection was the hardest learned lesson of his adult years. Her willingness to accept him had long since vanished. She cried when he came to her. Smiled and kissed him. But she would not take him. And for one of the first times in his life, he did not know what to do with himself.
This is why, some hours later, he finds himself in a bar trying to outdrink a sturdy brunette and losing miserably. She grins lopsidedly and slams down another shot glass. "Ten."
"Enough." His voice is ragged and loose, a small smile playing across his lips. She blushes. Even she can see the rarity of the small movement that flashes on his face. "I think you may be trying to kill me." A shadow passes over her and leaves just as quickly as his own smile. And being who he is, he sees it. But part of who he is is ignoring what he sees. So he just orders two coffees and turns to look at her again.
"Not bad," she says. "I'm Daisy," she lies. He nods.
"Sayid." She nods and accepts the coffee with eager hands. "Where does a small woman like you learn to drink so much?" She giggles and shakes her head.
"Iowa." He nods and pours cream into his own mug, noting that she takes her black. "Why are you in Los Angeles? It seems like a long way from wherever you're from."
"I came here seeking the woman I thought I might spend the rest of my life with."
"Those sort of things usually pan out differently than you plan them."
"Indeed they do." He stirs absentmindedly. "What brings you to LA?"
"Family." Another lie.
"I'm sure they're not here."
"Exactly." Another small grin shared between them. She's certain that so much smiling is a rarity for him. "Are you staying nearby?" He nods. "Nice." He suspects she has ulterior motives for befriending him. Getting him drunk. Making small talk. Flirting. But really, he doesn't mind. She's lying and he can tell, but it doesn't bother him. She's beautiful and he needs the distraction.
A police car passes outside and she quickly moves closer toward him, feigning interest in his eyes. He notes this along with the other things he has seen. On the run, perhaps. He catalogs the things he knows about her and thinks about what she might have done. Robbery, murder, fraud, all of the above. He doesn't know, but has his suspicions.
"What is your real name?" he asks. As he predicts, she pulls away from him, preparing to defend herself. To run. To kill, maybe.
"I told you-"
"I know. I know what you told me. But if I intend to keep you safe from the police you seem so keen on avoiding, I would like to know your real name."
"So you can turn me in later?"
"I am not in the business of interfering with the business of others. But I do enjoy the small decency of honesty." She nods. Even she can appreciate that.
"Kate."
"Well, Kate. You were wondering about my hotel room?"
- - - - - - - -
His hotel room, among other things, it seems. She moves into it quickly, occupying a small corner of the room and going into the bathroom and locking it. When she comes out, her hair is a bit lighter, the gaudy earrings she'd had on removed.
"What did you do?"
"I killed my father." He nods. "He hurt my mother."
"I don't need reasons." She sighs and sits down on a small leather chair in her corner. "How were you discovered?"
"One lesson of life. Never tell your mother you killed the man she loves."
"A good lesson to be learned, I'm sure."
There is only one bed in the room and he offers it to her.
"Only if you share it with me." She's still drunk, flushed and giggly. Groggy and light headed, he nods. She clings to him as soon as he turns out the light, placing kisses sloppily along his neck and jawline, hands in his hair. He is under her shirt, cupping her breasts, sucking on pressure points along her neck and shoulders, teeth grazing her collarbone. Her body is inviting, but she cuts him off, falling asleep before he can satisfy himself in other ways.
But he doesn't mind. It feels good just to hold someone.
Summary: ...trying to outdrink a sturdy brunette...
Pairing: Kate/Sayid
Notes: Beginning of a short AU series for Kayid.
Rating: R
Rejection. Sayid Jarrah had learned the definition of the word as a boy, but he had not yet learned the feeling. And the feeling of Nadia's rejection was the hardest learned lesson of his adult years. Her willingness to accept him had long since vanished. She cried when he came to her. Smiled and kissed him. But she would not take him. And for one of the first times in his life, he did not know what to do with himself.
This is why, some hours later, he finds himself in a bar trying to outdrink a sturdy brunette and losing miserably. She grins lopsidedly and slams down another shot glass. "Ten."
"Enough." His voice is ragged and loose, a small smile playing across his lips. She blushes. Even she can see the rarity of the small movement that flashes on his face. "I think you may be trying to kill me." A shadow passes over her and leaves just as quickly as his own smile. And being who he is, he sees it. But part of who he is is ignoring what he sees. So he just orders two coffees and turns to look at her again.
"Not bad," she says. "I'm Daisy," she lies. He nods.
"Sayid." She nods and accepts the coffee with eager hands. "Where does a small woman like you learn to drink so much?" She giggles and shakes her head.
"Iowa." He nods and pours cream into his own mug, noting that she takes her black. "Why are you in Los Angeles? It seems like a long way from wherever you're from."
"I came here seeking the woman I thought I might spend the rest of my life with."
"Those sort of things usually pan out differently than you plan them."
"Indeed they do." He stirs absentmindedly. "What brings you to LA?"
"Family." Another lie.
"I'm sure they're not here."
"Exactly." Another small grin shared between them. She's certain that so much smiling is a rarity for him. "Are you staying nearby?" He nods. "Nice." He suspects she has ulterior motives for befriending him. Getting him drunk. Making small talk. Flirting. But really, he doesn't mind. She's lying and he can tell, but it doesn't bother him. She's beautiful and he needs the distraction.
A police car passes outside and she quickly moves closer toward him, feigning interest in his eyes. He notes this along with the other things he has seen. On the run, perhaps. He catalogs the things he knows about her and thinks about what she might have done. Robbery, murder, fraud, all of the above. He doesn't know, but has his suspicions.
"What is your real name?" he asks. As he predicts, she pulls away from him, preparing to defend herself. To run. To kill, maybe.
"I told you-"
"I know. I know what you told me. But if I intend to keep you safe from the police you seem so keen on avoiding, I would like to know your real name."
"So you can turn me in later?"
"I am not in the business of interfering with the business of others. But I do enjoy the small decency of honesty." She nods. Even she can appreciate that.
"Kate."
"Well, Kate. You were wondering about my hotel room?"
- - - - - - - -
His hotel room, among other things, it seems. She moves into it quickly, occupying a small corner of the room and going into the bathroom and locking it. When she comes out, her hair is a bit lighter, the gaudy earrings she'd had on removed.
"What did you do?"
"I killed my father." He nods. "He hurt my mother."
"I don't need reasons." She sighs and sits down on a small leather chair in her corner. "How were you discovered?"
"One lesson of life. Never tell your mother you killed the man she loves."
"A good lesson to be learned, I'm sure."
There is only one bed in the room and he offers it to her.
"Only if you share it with me." She's still drunk, flushed and giggly. Groggy and light headed, he nods. She clings to him as soon as he turns out the light, placing kisses sloppily along his neck and jawline, hands in his hair. He is under her shirt, cupping her breasts, sucking on pressure points along her neck and shoulders, teeth grazing her collarbone. Her body is inviting, but she cuts him off, falling asleep before he can satisfy himself in other ways.
But he doesn't mind. It feels good just to hold someone.