LOST - let it be a lie
Title: let it be a lie
Rating: High PG-13
Pairing: Jack/Kate
Summary: Repetition is his only constant. He memorizes the address, the room number, her new name--this time he will ask for "Noreen," for "Anna," for "Susan."
Author's Note: For the prompt 'letter' at the Impromptu (im)Promptathon, run by 5_loves : electricity and 30_wounds : Go down in flames. Many thanks ( Read more... )
Rating: High PG-13
Pairing: Jack/Kate
Summary: Repetition is his only constant. He memorizes the address, the room number, her new name--this time he will ask for "Noreen," for "Anna," for "Susan."
Author's Note: For the prompt 'letter' at the Impromptu (im)Promptathon, run by 5_loves : electricity and 30_wounds : Go down in flames. Many thanks ( Read more... )
"Hey," he laughs, taking a breath, nodding, clumsy, ecstatic.
"Missed you," she whispers. He moves his hands a little lower; his wrist brushes against the gun sticking out of the back of her pants, like old times. He swallows. He has never felt more out-of-place or more at home. Her teeth are white, her red lips shivering, smiling and faltering and then smiling again, her hands already at work on his tie.
Awww! I SO see them like this, saying these things, his reaction... guh. I love the little things you put here: her hands on his tie, and how he remembers old times from the gun sticking out the back of her pants. This is adorable.
Kate adding "Burn this" at the end of her letters-- that's so very her, a precaution I can definitely see her doing, and I love how you add all the aliases she takes on, which Jack uses to meet up with her. Perfect.
Pasting the whole part about New York would be pointless, so I won't, but I loved every bit of it. Kate being so at peace and excited there, and Jack reflecting on how this must be how she used to be --- wonderful. And, and, oh, damn it, I'll paste some:
She kisses the edge of his frost-bitten nose and pulls her coat tighter around her shoulders, giggling at the snowflakes making his hair turn white. They hold hands, her fingers twisted with his in his left pocket, and walk down a block and then back up it. No one looks at them twice.
That is so frickin' adorable! These little things... just, oh, my god. I love how you depict them as a true couple, so used to and comfortable with each other.
(And she is happy. Please, let her be happy. Don't let it be a lie.)
Now, that is heartwrenching. He just wants her to be happy, to make her happy. This is so how Jack feels.
She kisses him Eskimo-style now, pulling off his hat and replacing it with her warmer hand. "I thought we deserved something nice." He nods too seriously against the prickly wool of his scarf.
EEE! You referenced Eskimo-style kissing! As if this couldn't get any sweeter. I'm loving the New York part so much because it clearly contrasts with how they are in other locations, where things get more somber and wistful and sad. This part stands out so nicely, a moment of peace, perhaps even normalcy for them, despite how brief it may be.
Her telling Jack that she misses the island-- I love this conversation between them; it almost seems a bit like a taboo subject between them until now, awkward and all that. Because, deep down, they both really miss it a lot. It's such a better alternative than what they have to go through now, and they know it. You really make that clear here.
"Me too," he adds, the phrase tripping comfortably off his tongue. It has replaced "you okay?" as their placeholder.
Lovely. You know how much I love your callbacks to their old lines. ;)
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I'm so happy that you liked the New York section in particular! The image of them holding hands in the snow is one that I've had in mind for a while and I knew I had to use it, as fluffy and cliche as it is. ;)
Eskimo kissing . . . :D SO self-indulgent of me! But I'm really glad that you liked it! And yeah, the feeling of normalcy as compared to the other locations is kind of jarring, so yay that you enjoyed it! I wanted to give them a moment of peace, however shortlived.
It definitely is a taboo subject, you're right! Craphole Island is just the better setting for them. They can't be normal in the real world because their experiences on the island have scarred them, changed them irrevocably, and I can't imagine any real happiness away from it. I'm happy you liked it! :D
I do know that, and I'm very, very glad. ;)
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The New York bit... *happy sigh* Just the image of them like that without the constant angst and longing, and everything else pretty much in their way was a nice one. For them, I don't see it as cliche. Really. :)
Hee, we indulge ourselves quite a lot with our Jate fics, don't we? XD It's something that just can't be helped, I guess. This part does feel jarring in comparison to the others, but in a good way. Unfortunately, a moment of peace between Jate always seems to be a rare occurrence, doesn't it? :/
I agree completely, of course, about the island ultimately being the better place for them. I think it's safe to feel Darlton are aware of this, and we'll see how that comes about in the end. What, only 5-6 months away now? ;)
Good. :D
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That is so good to know! :)
Self-indulgent? Uh, yeah, you could say that. ;P I know--they are always caught somewhere between misunderstanding and mistiming. Very sad. :/
I can't believe that it's been four months since the finale. Insanity! ;)
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