Lost fanfic
Title: Friday Night is Date Night
Fandom: Lost
Pairing(s): Sayid/Juliet, implied Sawyer/Juliet.
Prompt: Juliet/Sayid, "Didn't you know? There's a Dharma distillery station on the island, too: The Cane. Date night?" at comment_fic.
Rating: NC-17.
A/N: Erm... this was meant to be short and slightly silly. Then it became a) much longer and b) full of relationship angst and drunken sex. I'm not really sure how that happened.
It’s been a few weeks now since Jack and Kate and Hurley and Sayid arrived. A week since Sayid escaped into the jungle. Juliet has tried to keep going, to keep up her routine of getting up and going to work and coming home to James in the evening, but these days she’s not so sure that she can.
(Not that she lets anyone see this. She learnt to hide things like this a long time ago.)
It’s Friday night. She comes home from the garage and then she and James eat dinner together. Neither of them says much. He has too much to think about these days, and so does she. After dinner he takes his book and goes to sit on the porch for a while. She stays inside, puts a record on (but she’s not sure which record, or even if she likes it), and looks out at him through the curtains. The book is open in his hands, but he’s not really reading it. He doesn’t turn the pages, just sits and looks at the house where Kate’s living, across from theirs. If anyone walks past his gaze drops and he pretends to read some more.
Juliet turns away from the window, wiping tears from her eyes, and resolves that she won’t turn into this… this weak, silent woman who stands by helpless and forgotten. She runs her fingers through her hair, pushing it back from her face, and decides that she needs some air. She briefly opens the front door and tells James that she’s going for a walk. He doesn’t look at her, just fixes his gaze on the book and says “Sure, don’t go too far.”
She steps out and walks away from the house, choosing the path that leads away from Kate’s house. She isn’t sure where she’s going at first, and she takes turns at random until she finds herself at the far end of the Barracks, near the security fence. She sits down on the grass for a second, looking up at the darkening sky.
She is startled out of her thoughts by a low “Psst!”, and looks up. Frowning a little, she sees Sayid in the jungle, on the other side of the fence. He looks hopeful, and gestures to her, asking her to turn off the fence so he can cross. But she knows a better idea, and holds up her hand, telling him to stop. Then she discreetly points to her right, hoping that he will understand and go the right way.
She smiles to herself when he gets the idea, and then she does her best to calmly get up and amble along the meadow, pretending that she’s just out for a walk. She glances over at Sayid occasionally, and sees him keeping pace with her, walking through the forest. They keep walking like that until they reach a medium-sized building right at the edge of their land - where she knows there’s a blind spot that the cameras can’t reach. When she’s sure that the cameras can’t see her, she crosses to the nearest pylon and quickly enters the code to deactivate the fence. Sayid hurries across, and then she reactivates the fence again. Now that they’re on the same side of the fence, she lets herself smile.
“How have you been?”
“How do you think?” She looks more closely - his clothes are dirty, and he looks like he’s barely slept.
“You’re right, that wasn’t a very sensible thing to ask. What are you doing back here?”
“Accident. I’ve been moving so much, I’m afraid I’ve just gone around in one big circle. I don’t suppose you know a place I could rest?”
“Better than that. You can stay here.” She indicated the building behind them.
“I don’t think that would be a good idea.”
“Relax. Not many people come here. And I know the security rota, so I know there won’t be any guards up here tonight.”
He still looks sceptical, but nods. “So what is this place?”
“Some of us call it the off-license.”
He raises one eyebrow. “What?”
"Didn't you know? This is the Dharma distillery station. The official name for it is the Cane. Where did you think all that beer came from?”
“You’re serious?”
“Absolutely. What do you say? It is Friday, you know. Date night?"
Still a little bemused, Sayid shrugs and realises that at least the distillery station will be warm and dry, which is an improvement over the other places he’s slept recently. “All right.”
Juliet smiles, and opens the door, leading him through the main distilling room to a smaller area in the back, which is furnished as a sort of common room. As the lights flicker on, she tells him to sit down, and opens a cabinet, taking out a crate of beer cans which she places on the table in front of him.
He looks up at her as he takes a can, wondering why she’s doing this. Then he sees the sadness in her eyes, and suddenly her motives don’t seem so important any more. He takes a second can and hands it to her. She pops it open and takes a long drink before sitting down.
At first they sit and drink beer and talk a little… not small talk, which just sounds false and useless to both of them, and there is a whole list of topics that neither of them wants to talk about. So instead Juliet tells him about her three years with the Dharma Initiative, and he tells her about his volunteer work in the outside world.
As the empty beer cans collect on the floor, they tell each other stories about their respective childhoods - her in Miami, him in Tikrit. They find that, though they grew up thousands of miles apart, their childhoods were marked by one thing - a sense of loneliness, of not fitting in.
They keep drinking, and as inhibitions are lost they turn to talk of past loves. Sayid talks about Nadia, something he rarely does anymore. Juliet tells him about her husband of so long ago, and talks about Goodwin and Jack and James, and how she doesn’t know what to do any more.
It is Sayid who makes the first move. Gently cupping her face in his hands, and kissing her softly. She tastes of Dharma beer and tears. Juliet loses herself in that kiss, pulling him closer, kissing him deeper, until she forgets all about James and Jack and Kate and everything that’s happened recently.
Sayid reaches down, starting to unbutton her shirt, which is soon discarded onto the floor. Her shirt is soon joined by his own, then he manages to get her jeans unzipped. She, meanwhile, is pulling his trousers down, and before either of them has time to think he’s inside her and then neither of them is thinking about anything more than how good it felt.
They eventually fell asleep curled up together on the sofa, and for the first night in quite a long time, they both sleep soundly and dreamlessly.
The next morning, Juliet wakes with his arms around her. For a second she struggles to remember what she’s doing there, then she sees the clothes and the empty cans, and remembers everything. She extricates herself carefully, trying not to wake him, and pulls on her jeans and shirt quickly. Then she finds a trash bag and clears up the empty cans. She stashes the bag in a cupboard and hopes that no-one finds it for a while. Then she realises that she has a splitting headache, and looks through the cupboards until she finds some aspirin. She has only just swallowed the pills when he stirs on the sofa, so she goes over and gently wakes him.
“Sayid?”
“Juliet.”
“Are you all right?”
“Yes. Is it safe here?”
“For now. We keep some basic supplies out here… I’ll give you some food and water when you go.”
“I have to… go?”
“People don’t come here a lot, but they do come here. It’s not safe for you to stay here for too long.”
“I see. And… what about you? Will you be all right?”
She hesitated, then smiled broadly. “Yeah. I’ll be all right.”
“Would it be safe for me to come back here tonight?”
“I think so. Do you want to?”
“Why would I give up a safe place to stay at night?”
“Good answer.”
As Juliet walked back to the house, and tried to come up with something to tell James when he asked where she had been all night, she realised that maybe she would be able to get through this after all.
Fandom: Lost
Pairing(s): Sayid/Juliet, implied Sawyer/Juliet.
Prompt: Juliet/Sayid, "Didn't you know? There's a Dharma distillery station on the island, too: The Cane. Date night?" at comment_fic.
Rating: NC-17.
A/N: Erm... this was meant to be short and slightly silly. Then it became a) much longer and b) full of relationship angst and drunken sex. I'm not really sure how that happened.
It’s been a few weeks now since Jack and Kate and Hurley and Sayid arrived. A week since Sayid escaped into the jungle. Juliet has tried to keep going, to keep up her routine of getting up and going to work and coming home to James in the evening, but these days she’s not so sure that she can.
(Not that she lets anyone see this. She learnt to hide things like this a long time ago.)
It’s Friday night. She comes home from the garage and then she and James eat dinner together. Neither of them says much. He has too much to think about these days, and so does she. After dinner he takes his book and goes to sit on the porch for a while. She stays inside, puts a record on (but she’s not sure which record, or even if she likes it), and looks out at him through the curtains. The book is open in his hands, but he’s not really reading it. He doesn’t turn the pages, just sits and looks at the house where Kate’s living, across from theirs. If anyone walks past his gaze drops and he pretends to read some more.
Juliet turns away from the window, wiping tears from her eyes, and resolves that she won’t turn into this… this weak, silent woman who stands by helpless and forgotten. She runs her fingers through her hair, pushing it back from her face, and decides that she needs some air. She briefly opens the front door and tells James that she’s going for a walk. He doesn’t look at her, just fixes his gaze on the book and says “Sure, don’t go too far.”
She steps out and walks away from the house, choosing the path that leads away from Kate’s house. She isn’t sure where she’s going at first, and she takes turns at random until she finds herself at the far end of the Barracks, near the security fence. She sits down on the grass for a second, looking up at the darkening sky.
She is startled out of her thoughts by a low “Psst!”, and looks up. Frowning a little, she sees Sayid in the jungle, on the other side of the fence. He looks hopeful, and gestures to her, asking her to turn off the fence so he can cross. But she knows a better idea, and holds up her hand, telling him to stop. Then she discreetly points to her right, hoping that he will understand and go the right way.
She smiles to herself when he gets the idea, and then she does her best to calmly get up and amble along the meadow, pretending that she’s just out for a walk. She glances over at Sayid occasionally, and sees him keeping pace with her, walking through the forest. They keep walking like that until they reach a medium-sized building right at the edge of their land - where she knows there’s a blind spot that the cameras can’t reach. When she’s sure that the cameras can’t see her, she crosses to the nearest pylon and quickly enters the code to deactivate the fence. Sayid hurries across, and then she reactivates the fence again. Now that they’re on the same side of the fence, she lets herself smile.
“How have you been?”
“How do you think?” She looks more closely - his clothes are dirty, and he looks like he’s barely slept.
“You’re right, that wasn’t a very sensible thing to ask. What are you doing back here?”
“Accident. I’ve been moving so much, I’m afraid I’ve just gone around in one big circle. I don’t suppose you know a place I could rest?”
“Better than that. You can stay here.” She indicated the building behind them.
“I don’t think that would be a good idea.”
“Relax. Not many people come here. And I know the security rota, so I know there won’t be any guards up here tonight.”
He still looks sceptical, but nods. “So what is this place?”
“Some of us call it the off-license.”
He raises one eyebrow. “What?”
"Didn't you know? This is the Dharma distillery station. The official name for it is the Cane. Where did you think all that beer came from?”
“You’re serious?”
“Absolutely. What do you say? It is Friday, you know. Date night?"
Still a little bemused, Sayid shrugs and realises that at least the distillery station will be warm and dry, which is an improvement over the other places he’s slept recently. “All right.”
Juliet smiles, and opens the door, leading him through the main distilling room to a smaller area in the back, which is furnished as a sort of common room. As the lights flicker on, she tells him to sit down, and opens a cabinet, taking out a crate of beer cans which she places on the table in front of him.
He looks up at her as he takes a can, wondering why she’s doing this. Then he sees the sadness in her eyes, and suddenly her motives don’t seem so important any more. He takes a second can and hands it to her. She pops it open and takes a long drink before sitting down.
At first they sit and drink beer and talk a little… not small talk, which just sounds false and useless to both of them, and there is a whole list of topics that neither of them wants to talk about. So instead Juliet tells him about her three years with the Dharma Initiative, and he tells her about his volunteer work in the outside world.
As the empty beer cans collect on the floor, they tell each other stories about their respective childhoods - her in Miami, him in Tikrit. They find that, though they grew up thousands of miles apart, their childhoods were marked by one thing - a sense of loneliness, of not fitting in.
They keep drinking, and as inhibitions are lost they turn to talk of past loves. Sayid talks about Nadia, something he rarely does anymore. Juliet tells him about her husband of so long ago, and talks about Goodwin and Jack and James, and how she doesn’t know what to do any more.
It is Sayid who makes the first move. Gently cupping her face in his hands, and kissing her softly. She tastes of Dharma beer and tears. Juliet loses herself in that kiss, pulling him closer, kissing him deeper, until she forgets all about James and Jack and Kate and everything that’s happened recently.
Sayid reaches down, starting to unbutton her shirt, which is soon discarded onto the floor. Her shirt is soon joined by his own, then he manages to get her jeans unzipped. She, meanwhile, is pulling his trousers down, and before either of them has time to think he’s inside her and then neither of them is thinking about anything more than how good it felt.
They eventually fell asleep curled up together on the sofa, and for the first night in quite a long time, they both sleep soundly and dreamlessly.
The next morning, Juliet wakes with his arms around her. For a second she struggles to remember what she’s doing there, then she sees the clothes and the empty cans, and remembers everything. She extricates herself carefully, trying not to wake him, and pulls on her jeans and shirt quickly. Then she finds a trash bag and clears up the empty cans. She stashes the bag in a cupboard and hopes that no-one finds it for a while. Then she realises that she has a splitting headache, and looks through the cupboards until she finds some aspirin. She has only just swallowed the pills when he stirs on the sofa, so she goes over and gently wakes him.
“Sayid?”
“Juliet.”
“Are you all right?”
“Yes. Is it safe here?”
“For now. We keep some basic supplies out here… I’ll give you some food and water when you go.”
“I have to… go?”
“People don’t come here a lot, but they do come here. It’s not safe for you to stay here for too long.”
“I see. And… what about you? Will you be all right?”
She hesitated, then smiled broadly. “Yeah. I’ll be all right.”
“Would it be safe for me to come back here tonight?”
“I think so. Do you want to?”
“Why would I give up a safe place to stay at night?”
“Good answer.”
As Juliet walked back to the house, and tried to come up with something to tell James when he asked where she had been all night, she realised that maybe she would be able to get through this after all.