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Title: Dismantled Notes Just Might Destruct Me Tonight
Fandom: Lost
Characters/Pairings: Kate, other characters.
Word Count: 382
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: Day 2: Time and Place at
lostsquee
Author's Note: Die hard fans should find this familiar.
Summary: Paradise finds her in a hotel bar, just trying to take the edge off of the nervousness.
Hawaii, 2003
It was a risk.
It was a risk and she’d figured it was one worth taking because she was running out of moves, running out of plays.
They knew to look for her in California, in Ohio, in Iowa, pretty much everywhere you could get to by car.
You can’t get to Hawaii by car.
So Kate risked it all and got on a plane bound for Hawaii and, somehow, it worked. They never stopped her; she didn’t even get a second look.
And here she was. Hawaii. Paradise.
Somehow, paradise finds her in a hotel bar, just trying to take the edge off of the nervousness, the worry, she’s been feeling since she walked into that airport.
There’s two girls, twenty-somethings with too much time and money on their hands, up ahead of her, sitting together at a table, giggling at the piano player that she’s been listening to since she walked in. He’s good, well-dressed, might even be cute if she could see anything but the back of his head from where she’s sitting.
The sound, the notes, enthralls her. Between that and the booze she thinks she might be starting to calm down.
Calm down enough that she starts thinking about approaching that man at the piano, simply to have someone to talk to. Someone random, who doesn’t know who she is and all the baggage she comes with.
She doesn’t get the chance.
A pretty blonde, clearly in her pajamas, number 44 printed on the front of her white shirt, goes up to him, all smiles, with that familiar way that tells Kate that they’re a couple. His girlfriend, maybe even his wife. She can’t see his face, but she knows, intuitively, that it lights up.
The blonde sits next to him, says something Kate can almost hear, something about trashy girls and they start playing, in harmony together. Heart and Soul.
They’re happy. For the moment. For however long (because Kate doesn’t think in terms of forever and eternity anymore; everything has an expiration date).
It’s not a full minute before the woman hits a wrong note, breaking the magic, and Kate thinks that must be a sign of things to come.
It doesn’t matter. She’ll never find out.
Kate downs her drink and leaves.
Fandom: Lost
Characters/Pairings: Kate, other characters.
Word Count: 382
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: Day 2: Time and Place at
lostsquee
Author's Note: Die hard fans should find this familiar.
Summary: Paradise finds her in a hotel bar, just trying to take the edge off of the nervousness.
Hawaii, 2003
It was a risk.
It was a risk and she’d figured it was one worth taking because she was running out of moves, running out of plays.
They knew to look for her in California, in Ohio, in Iowa, pretty much everywhere you could get to by car.
You can’t get to Hawaii by car.
So Kate risked it all and got on a plane bound for Hawaii and, somehow, it worked. They never stopped her; she didn’t even get a second look.
And here she was. Hawaii. Paradise.
Somehow, paradise finds her in a hotel bar, just trying to take the edge off of the nervousness, the worry, she’s been feeling since she walked into that airport.
There’s two girls, twenty-somethings with too much time and money on their hands, up ahead of her, sitting together at a table, giggling at the piano player that she’s been listening to since she walked in. He’s good, well-dressed, might even be cute if she could see anything but the back of his head from where she’s sitting.
The sound, the notes, enthralls her. Between that and the booze she thinks she might be starting to calm down.
Calm down enough that she starts thinking about approaching that man at the piano, simply to have someone to talk to. Someone random, who doesn’t know who she is and all the baggage she comes with.
She doesn’t get the chance.
A pretty blonde, clearly in her pajamas, number 44 printed on the front of her white shirt, goes up to him, all smiles, with that familiar way that tells Kate that they’re a couple. His girlfriend, maybe even his wife. She can’t see his face, but she knows, intuitively, that it lights up.
The blonde sits next to him, says something Kate can almost hear, something about trashy girls and they start playing, in harmony together. Heart and Soul.
They’re happy. For the moment. For however long (because Kate doesn’t think in terms of forever and eternity anymore; everything has an expiration date).
It’s not a full minute before the woman hits a wrong note, breaking the magic, and Kate thinks that must be a sign of things to come.
It doesn’t matter. She’ll never find out.
Kate downs her drink and leaves.