A brunch of drabbles I wrote while without internet
Title: Some Sort of Destiny
(Set around SNBH)
She is not made for taco nights and long bubble baths in the early afternoon. She is not destined for mornings in the park, watching toddlers play in the sand box.
She is not meant for motherhood and packing peanut butter sandwiches in Spiderman lunchboxes. She is definitely not supposed to be wearing pencil skirts and going to PTA meetings.
But when that little blonde boy calls her "mommy" and curls up in her lap as they watch cartoons, she starts having her doubts about these preconceptions.
When Jack wraps his arms around her, when she rests her head against his chest, listening as his heart beats in rhythm with hers, and when he wakes her up with gentle kisses on her warm skin, she believes that all that she had refused before is exactly what she is meant for. That is when she truly believes in destiny.
Title: Miracles
(Set during TTLG)
She never believed in miracles. She remembers the first few days after the crash, almost everyone was saying one thing or another about their surviving the crash being a miracle. Even Sayid had hinted at it, but she'd laughed off his implication of some sort of divine intervention.
She was a cynic. She knew it. She had every reason to be. Her life was an evidence list that there were no such things as miracles.
But as she watches him walk away form her, his words still echoing through her, she feels an odd warmth wrap around her and she thinks that maybe miracle do exist. She thinks it has to be a miracle when a person looks at her, broken, messed up, homicidal, a catastrophe waiting to happen, and mean it when he says,
Because I love you.
Title: Walls
(Set during I Do)
The thin sheet of clear glass has suddenly become a ten foot concrete wall. His legs are heavy but he needs to step back, to step away. Her sobs rip through him, and he wants nothing more than to crash through that wall and hold her, wrap her in his arms, wipe her tears away and promise her that everything will be fine. But all that he can hear is that one word. Two syllables,
Sawyer.
He tastes the sour liquid flood through him and he feels the pain as the first crack makes its way across his heart.
He turns away from her, and with a deep breathe, he knows what to do, the only decision he knows how to take.
He turns back to her and starts rebuilding the walls; the wall he'd always kept firmly around his heart, protecting himself, the wall that this woman has been breaking down, piece by piece, from the moment she joked about the color of a thread.
Title: David
(Inspired by Reba McEntire's "He Gets That From Me". I swear I was listening to it and thought of Kate and her son and I almost started crying at work)
His hair is soft and brown, and it sticks to his sweaty forehead as he skips on the pavement on their way back from the park. He is stubborn and a little too smart for his own good. But when he sets his mind to something, he against it done every time. He sits and sulks in the corner of his room, hangs his arms on his knees and drops his head against his chest. He clenches his jaw and his brow knots when he concentrates on something too hard. When he laughs, his laughter fills the room. And he has a smile that spreads to his eyes and lights up the darkest of nights.
He has freckles on his and nose and scraped knees because he sends every afternoon climbing trees in the park. He doesn't eat meat but has his first sip of coffee when he is seven years old. He runs faster than anyone in his class but lost the track meet because he gave up his lead to help little Marc from down the street who tripped after the first few meters and twisted his ankle.
He wonders why they have a piano in the house if no one plays it. He teaches himself and has his first recital two months later.
He looks up at her with sweet, pleading brown eyes and says, "mommy, can you tell me the story again?" Kate takes his hand in hers and starts at the very beginning, with the very first "excuse me."