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Title: Second Place Ain't So Great
Fandom: Lost
Characters/Pairings: Sawyer/Juliet
Word Count: 383
Rating: R
Prompt: 6 - Truth for
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Summary: Spoilers for Season 4. There will be a point where they have no choice but to throw in the towel.
There will be a point where they have no choice but to throw in the towel.
She knows she will always come in second, she’s accepted that. Doesn’t mean she can’t try.
But Sawyer - he might never learn.
---
Strike that: he never does learn.
He lets Kate play him - lets her like he likes it. Maybe he does. This back and forth game.
She wants to have her cake and eat it too.
The world doesn’t work that way.
---
She doesn’t bother challenging him anymore.
All it results in is him calling her a liar in one form or another, like somehow it absolves him of everything he’s done because he threw the first stone.
It’s still the pot calling the kettle black.
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Which will come first, she wants to ask.
These days it’s rescue, what with the helicopter just sitting in a clearing in the jungle.
Face it, this is a losing battle.
---
When the camps get back together Kate and Sawyer aren’t even speaking.
Surprise, surprise.
---
She’s always been forward.
She kisses him, just like she did Jack, no fanfare, just lips (and teeth here).
They’re remarkably similar.
Maybe Kate’s just confused by it.
---
That they actually leave them? Get on that helicopter, fly off over the ocean.
Well that just makes it easier now doesn’t it?
---
He’s pissed off, that certainly shows through.
She bites down on his lip a little too hard, shifts her hips against his.
There’s a “fuck you” in there somewhere that she doesn’t answer.
---
She saw Kate’s face when she got on that helicopter.
There was no regret.
At least she can’t say the same about Jack.
Shit happens. End of story.
---
When he fucks her there isn’t much fanfare either.
---
She misses her sister sometimes.
Even so, she’ll never cry over it.
What would be the point? His ability to comfort got left on another island, in a cage somewhere, memory preserved in a soundless black and white video.
---
“I could’ve told you it was just a matter of time.”
This is a game of ‘I told you so’, except there’s no laughing involved. Nobody wins, not really.
They aren’t ever coming back.
But that’s a truth neither of them wants to accept.
Fandom: Lost
Characters/Pairings: Sawyer/Juliet
Word Count: 383
Rating: R
Prompt: 6 - Truth for
12_stories
Summary: Spoilers for Season 4. There will be a point where they have no choice but to throw in the towel.
There will be a point where they have no choice but to throw in the towel.
She knows she will always come in second, she’s accepted that. Doesn’t mean she can’t try.
But Sawyer - he might never learn.
---
Strike that: he never does learn.
He lets Kate play him - lets her like he likes it. Maybe he does. This back and forth game.
She wants to have her cake and eat it too.
The world doesn’t work that way.
---
She doesn’t bother challenging him anymore.
All it results in is him calling her a liar in one form or another, like somehow it absolves him of everything he’s done because he threw the first stone.
It’s still the pot calling the kettle black.
---
Which will come first, she wants to ask.
These days it’s rescue, what with the helicopter just sitting in a clearing in the jungle.
Face it, this is a losing battle.
---
When the camps get back together Kate and Sawyer aren’t even speaking.
Surprise, surprise.
---
She’s always been forward.
She kisses him, just like she did Jack, no fanfare, just lips (and teeth here).
They’re remarkably similar.
Maybe Kate’s just confused by it.
---
That they actually leave them? Get on that helicopter, fly off over the ocean.
Well that just makes it easier now doesn’t it?
---
He’s pissed off, that certainly shows through.
She bites down on his lip a little too hard, shifts her hips against his.
There’s a “fuck you” in there somewhere that she doesn’t answer.
---
She saw Kate’s face when she got on that helicopter.
There was no regret.
At least she can’t say the same about Jack.
Shit happens. End of story.
---
When he fucks her there isn’t much fanfare either.
---
She misses her sister sometimes.
Even so, she’ll never cry over it.
What would be the point? His ability to comfort got left on another island, in a cage somewhere, memory preserved in a soundless black and white video.
---
“I could’ve told you it was just a matter of time.”
This is a game of ‘I told you so’, except there’s no laughing involved. Nobody wins, not really.
They aren’t ever coming back.
But that’s a truth neither of them wants to accept.