Collected Short Fics III
Title: Collected Short Fics III (From Home, Restless, XXOO)
Characters: Jack, Juliet, Claire, Kate, Charlotte, Daniel, Miles & Naomi
Pairings: Jack/Juliet, Claire/Kate, Charlotte/Daniel
Rating: PG-PG-13, as marked
Spoilers: up to season 5
Summary: Wrote these a while back for Fandom Love Ficathon, but never posted them on my fic page. Here they are!
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From Home (Jack/Juliet; PG)
David’s crib doesn’t fit in the corner, so they have to push the bed against the wall, and Jack has to duck whenever he gets in to avoid hitting the ceiling. When Juliet stacks some of his old books under the table, he glances at the one on top, and jokes, “Who needs to read Alice and Wonderland when you’re living it?” But he smiles as he lifts David into his arms, because no place has ever felt more like home.
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Restless (Claire/Kate + Camp!Evil!; PG-13)
Claire knows that John Locke doesn’t sleep when he closes his eyes. Some nights, like tonight, he lies down in their midst, but he is always too still: he looks like a corpse.
The rest of the camp is in various states of pretending, Sawyer cursing under his breath as he tosses and turns, Sayid staring soundlessly into the fire. Claire’s fingers creep slowly up and over Kate’s thigh: Claire knows that she isn’t sleeping either.
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XXOO (Charlotte/Daniel + Frieghties; PG)
“We meet here at fourteen-hundred hours,” Naomi draws another circle on the already cluttered piece of paper in front of them, and Daniel’s eyes travel back and forth and back again, trying to remember which “x” is meant to designate him. “Remember, this isn’t a rescue operation,” she adds, “If you don’t make it back to the rendezvous point during the ten minute window, it doesn’t matter who you are: We leave without you.”
Daniel doesn’t like the way the lines look, the crosses in red, like a play in some deadly version of an American football game that he has no hope of understanding. He likes them even less when Naomi is called to the bridge, mid-explanation, and Miles takes the marker and draws a line beneath two of the x’s that looks like a mouth with its tongue sticking out. “Us,” he scrawls messily underneath.
Daniel swallows, trying not to think about how impossible this is going to be, about all the worlds they’re going to create in which something can and does go wrong, even if they’re lucky enough to avoid all the pitfalls in this one, but he’s interrupted by Charlotte when she leans forward to tap his arm.
“If you need help,” she whispers near his ear, “just ring me.”
“Pardon?” he asks quietly, still too tangled up in his own thoughts to understand what she means.
“On your phone,” she explains, nodding her head toward the walkie-talkies on the table, “If you get into trouble, just ring me. I’ll come back for you.”
He takes a deep breath as he turns to her, almost convinced by her reassuring smile.
“Ok. Thanks,” He tries to smile back, “I will.”
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Characters: Jack, Juliet, Claire, Kate, Charlotte, Daniel, Miles & Naomi
Pairings: Jack/Juliet, Claire/Kate, Charlotte/Daniel
Rating: PG-PG-13, as marked
Spoilers: up to season 5
Summary: Wrote these a while back for Fandom Love Ficathon, but never posted them on my fic page. Here they are!
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From Home (Jack/Juliet; PG)
David’s crib doesn’t fit in the corner, so they have to push the bed against the wall, and Jack has to duck whenever he gets in to avoid hitting the ceiling. When Juliet stacks some of his old books under the table, he glances at the one on top, and jokes, “Who needs to read Alice and Wonderland when you’re living it?” But he smiles as he lifts David into his arms, because no place has ever felt more like home.
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Restless (Claire/Kate + Camp!Evil!; PG-13)
Claire knows that John Locke doesn’t sleep when he closes his eyes. Some nights, like tonight, he lies down in their midst, but he is always too still: he looks like a corpse.
The rest of the camp is in various states of pretending, Sawyer cursing under his breath as he tosses and turns, Sayid staring soundlessly into the fire. Claire’s fingers creep slowly up and over Kate’s thigh: Claire knows that she isn’t sleeping either.
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XXOO (Charlotte/Daniel + Frieghties; PG)
“We meet here at fourteen-hundred hours,” Naomi draws another circle on the already cluttered piece of paper in front of them, and Daniel’s eyes travel back and forth and back again, trying to remember which “x” is meant to designate him. “Remember, this isn’t a rescue operation,” she adds, “If you don’t make it back to the rendezvous point during the ten minute window, it doesn’t matter who you are: We leave without you.”
Daniel doesn’t like the way the lines look, the crosses in red, like a play in some deadly version of an American football game that he has no hope of understanding. He likes them even less when Naomi is called to the bridge, mid-explanation, and Miles takes the marker and draws a line beneath two of the x’s that looks like a mouth with its tongue sticking out. “Us,” he scrawls messily underneath.
Daniel swallows, trying not to think about how impossible this is going to be, about all the worlds they’re going to create in which something can and does go wrong, even if they’re lucky enough to avoid all the pitfalls in this one, but he’s interrupted by Charlotte when she leans forward to tap his arm.
“If you need help,” she whispers near his ear, “just ring me.”
“Pardon?” he asks quietly, still too tangled up in his own thoughts to understand what she means.
“On your phone,” she explains, nodding her head toward the walkie-talkies on the table, “If you get into trouble, just ring me. I’ll come back for you.”
He takes a deep breath as he turns to her, almost convinced by her reassuring smile.
“Ok. Thanks,” He tries to smile back, “I will.”
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