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Title: A Moment In Time
Fandom: Lost
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Juliet
Prompt:
elise_509wanted Jack fic, and so I bring Jack/Juliet
Word Count: 494
Rating: R
Summary: This wouldn't have happened if he hadn't decided that the answer to his problems, the tension he felt, was to get Kate out of his system.
All it takes is a single moment.
A flash, a gesture, a simple touch, or a few words. Sometimes it means something, and sometimes it’s just an accident. The method doesn’t matter. It’s what happens next. The realization - the epiphany - where everything just comes together, and it’s so damn simple.
“I love you.”
Three words, and he stops, stops moving, stops breathing, stops thinking, because she means it. She truly means it.
It’s then, in that moment, that Jack realizes that this means so much more to her than it does to him.
Lying has never been his strong point. He has to mean it in order to say it back. It’s always been that way, and he doesn’t know if that makes him a good or a bad person. Good for honesty, or bad for crushing dreams, breaking hearts.
His hand comes to touch her cheek, the smooth skin underneath his fingertips flushed and warm, and he tries to decide if he can fake this.
“You’re beautiful,” he tells her instead, a second before pressing his lips to hers, knowing that it will distract her, hoping that she won’t read too much into this, at least not for tonight. He kisses her like he needs her, and he does to a degree. His need for her, and her need for him, however, are two completely different feelings.
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This wouldn’t have happened if he hadn’t decided that the answer to his problems, the tension he felt, was to get Kate out of his system. So he told her he loved her, at the same time as he passively pushed her towards Sawyer, and then he walked away and never looked back.
Now she spends more time in Sawyer’s tent, alternating between fucking and arguing, which usually lead to each other anyway, and he’s with Juliet. And he’s fine with that because she’s not Kate. She’s different, calmer somehow, and there’s less guesswork involved. She won’t run. That’s what he needs, someone stable. Something needs to be consistent, normal even, on this island.
He likes her, he enjoys her company. They complement one another nicely, and it works, but it was a relationship of convenience and need, until she misinterpreted it as one of love and futures.
Now he doesn’t know what it is.
---
He is not the man they all think he is. Because that man would know this was wrong, and that man would call it quits and own up before anyone got hurt anymore than they already were.
He can’t do that. He’s not strong enough to do that.
So he spends his nights in denial, and his days carrying on this same content facade that didn’t use to feel so much like an act.
It’s comforting, in a sick way, that when he looks at Kate he can see cracks in hers as well. Sawyer’s too.
They all should’ve known there was no happy ending to this love square.
Fandom: Lost
Characters/Pairings: Jack/Juliet
Prompt:
elise_509wanted Jack fic, and so I bring Jack/Juliet
Word Count: 494
Rating: R
Summary: This wouldn't have happened if he hadn't decided that the answer to his problems, the tension he felt, was to get Kate out of his system.
All it takes is a single moment.
A flash, a gesture, a simple touch, or a few words. Sometimes it means something, and sometimes it’s just an accident. The method doesn’t matter. It’s what happens next. The realization - the epiphany - where everything just comes together, and it’s so damn simple.
“I love you.”
Three words, and he stops, stops moving, stops breathing, stops thinking, because she means it. She truly means it.
It’s then, in that moment, that Jack realizes that this means so much more to her than it does to him.
Lying has never been his strong point. He has to mean it in order to say it back. It’s always been that way, and he doesn’t know if that makes him a good or a bad person. Good for honesty, or bad for crushing dreams, breaking hearts.
His hand comes to touch her cheek, the smooth skin underneath his fingertips flushed and warm, and he tries to decide if he can fake this.
“You’re beautiful,” he tells her instead, a second before pressing his lips to hers, knowing that it will distract her, hoping that she won’t read too much into this, at least not for tonight. He kisses her like he needs her, and he does to a degree. His need for her, and her need for him, however, are two completely different feelings.
---
This wouldn’t have happened if he hadn’t decided that the answer to his problems, the tension he felt, was to get Kate out of his system. So he told her he loved her, at the same time as he passively pushed her towards Sawyer, and then he walked away and never looked back.
Now she spends more time in Sawyer’s tent, alternating between fucking and arguing, which usually lead to each other anyway, and he’s with Juliet. And he’s fine with that because she’s not Kate. She’s different, calmer somehow, and there’s less guesswork involved. She won’t run. That’s what he needs, someone stable. Something needs to be consistent, normal even, on this island.
He likes her, he enjoys her company. They complement one another nicely, and it works, but it was a relationship of convenience and need, until she misinterpreted it as one of love and futures.
Now he doesn’t know what it is.
---
He is not the man they all think he is. Because that man would know this was wrong, and that man would call it quits and own up before anyone got hurt anymore than they already were.
He can’t do that. He’s not strong enough to do that.
So he spends his nights in denial, and his days carrying on this same content facade that didn’t use to feel so much like an act.
It’s comforting, in a sick way, that when he looks at Kate he can see cracks in hers as well. Sawyer’s too.
They all should’ve known there was no happy ending to this love square.