H is for Hunger; O is for Obvious; V is for Violin
Title: stuffed with sawdust and diamonds
Characters: James/Juliet, mention of Phil.
Rating: PG-13 for language.
Spoilers/Warnings: Season 5.
Summary: Hold your horses, Hot Lips. For icequeen3101 's alphabet meme request, Hunger.
Cheers, Blondie, they toast their third (or was it their fourth?) DHARMA beers and slowly slug them down, relishing in the warmness growing in the pits of their stomachs. After a long, miserable day of telling off that damn Phil, along with an army of broken carburetors (a stunt pulled by the Hostiles when the vans were out on patrol) they were glad to be away.
Parked out in the middle of the damned Jungle of Mystery, they knew that they were subject to an attack by the natives, but somehow they didn’t care. After all, they weren’t really supposed to be there in the first place: what harm would their deaths bring?
James knows Juliet’s had one too many she reaches over and kisses him. His mind says About goddamn time, but Hold your horses, Hot Lips comes out instead.
She pulls away, embarrassed and her mouth with the back of her hand. I -- uh… She stares off into the sideview mirror, unable to face him.
He senses her disappointment and places a hand on the small of her back and pulls her towards him.
Wouldn’t wanna spill your beer. He takes the half-empty beer can from her flimsy fingers and places it in the cup holder. Framing her face with his hands, he pulls her in, mouth claiming hers. Until this very moment, James Ford never did realize how much he craved the taste of her lips.
Title: leaving nothing but bones in the way
Characters: Eko and Libby. Mentions of Ana Lucia, Goodwin, and Nathan.
Rating: PG
Spoilers/Warnings: Seasons 2 and 3 character deaths.
Summary: Here, there is only day and night, with no shadows to hide behind. For knopflergroupie 's alphabet meme request, Obvious.
He awakes to the taste of dirt and the sound of river water. It is then that the memories flood his weary mind: the question mark, the black smoke, the words he whispered into Locke’s ears as life crept away from his body -- I saw the Devil.
A week later -- or was it two? time passes differently here -- Libby agrees with him. I saw him, too, she whispers in the darkness.
They walk together, sometimes. Occasionally, Ana Lucia will join them, or perhaps even Nathan (he’s forgiven them all, but Eko senses the scars still remain). Goodwin watches from afar, never approaching them. They wonder if he knows something they don’t, but Eko does not worry. Secrets are not kept in a place with no motives, no reasons. Here, there is only day and night, with no shadows to hide behind.
I am sorry, Eko says to Libby one day. She is stooped over a side of a creek, reflection glimmering up at her with empty eyes.
Sorry? She repeats his words in an oblivious tone. Sorry about what?
Your husband, he is dead. He watches Libby as she skips a pebble across the creek and it bounces against the surface of the water, soon burying itself with the many other rocks that littered the bottom. You wait years to see him again, but instead God chooses to send you back here.
She shrugs and smiles up at him, eyes gleaming with emotion. Ah, well -- Isn’t it obvious? He stares at her, and she continues: We still have work to do.
Title: golden and wild as the wind blows
Characters: Kate/Sayid. Mentions of Sam Austen.
Rating: PG-13 for adult situations.
Spoilers/Warnings: Season 4 flash-forwards.
Summary: Sayid is a man of little words, but is able to make every syllable count. For library_of_sex's alphabet meme request, Violin.
The sound of his voice reminds her of a thousand violins playing, each cord being struck carefully and meticulously. As if listening to an orchestra (She remembers that her dad -- Sam, she corrects herself. Sam loved Bach and she would listen to the classics everyday. She wanted to be just like him) she hangs onto every note, every crescendo.
Sayid is a man of little words, but is able to make every syllable count.
When she goes to see Sam for the first time since the crash, she brings Sayid with her. As these two men shake hands, she can feel a strange wave of awe overcome her: ten years ago, they fought on opposite sides of a war that still haunts them both. Between sips of sweet tea and questions to his daughter (he never speaks directly to Sayid) he eyes the Iraqi man. Kate wonders if he is still suspicious of men like him, men he fought in a war that took him away for most her childhood.
As Kate says goodbye to her father, she wonders if Sam thinks Sayid will take her away from him. Driving home, they decide to rent a hotel room for the night -- she doesn’t want to go home and he is eager to do anything for her.
That night, they sleep in the same bed for the first time, and he is careful not to break the bond they formed back on the Island -- strong and trusting, but occasionally doubtful. He wants to erase all doubt from her mind and make her forget about the two men who she can never choose between. Two men he feels don’t deserve her, who don’t see her as anything more than a prize to be won.
In the morning, she climbs out of bed without a sound and is careful not to wake Sayid. She slips on her jeans and quietly walks out the door. When Sayid awakes, he is afraid she left him, her old habits catching up with her. He reaches for his cell phone and prays that she hasn’t changed her number by now (Kate is a quick thinker, he wouldn’t put it past her).
Just as he enters the final digits of her number, the door opens and Kate walks in. Thought you might like some donuts, she smiles, opening the box and kicking off her shoes.
Climbing into bed, he kisses her and whispers curses to himself in his mother tongue. He buries his face in her hair and breathes in the familiar scent of sea salt and strawberries. He underestimates her more than he realized.
Characters: James/Juliet, mention of Phil.
Rating: PG-13 for language.
Spoilers/Warnings: Season 5.
Summary: Hold your horses, Hot Lips. For icequeen3101 's alphabet meme request, Hunger.
Cheers, Blondie, they toast their third (or was it their fourth?) DHARMA beers and slowly slug them down, relishing in the warmness growing in the pits of their stomachs. After a long, miserable day of telling off that damn Phil, along with an army of broken carburetors (a stunt pulled by the Hostiles when the vans were out on patrol) they were glad to be away.
Parked out in the middle of the damned Jungle of Mystery, they knew that they were subject to an attack by the natives, but somehow they didn’t care. After all, they weren’t really supposed to be there in the first place: what harm would their deaths bring?
James knows Juliet’s had one too many she reaches over and kisses him. His mind says About goddamn time, but Hold your horses, Hot Lips comes out instead.
She pulls away, embarrassed and her mouth with the back of her hand. I -- uh… She stares off into the sideview mirror, unable to face him.
He senses her disappointment and places a hand on the small of her back and pulls her towards him.
Wouldn’t wanna spill your beer. He takes the half-empty beer can from her flimsy fingers and places it in the cup holder. Framing her face with his hands, he pulls her in, mouth claiming hers. Until this very moment, James Ford never did realize how much he craved the taste of her lips.
Title: leaving nothing but bones in the way
Characters: Eko and Libby. Mentions of Ana Lucia, Goodwin, and Nathan.
Rating: PG
Spoilers/Warnings: Seasons 2 and 3 character deaths.
Summary: Here, there is only day and night, with no shadows to hide behind. For knopflergroupie 's alphabet meme request, Obvious.
He awakes to the taste of dirt and the sound of river water. It is then that the memories flood his weary mind: the question mark, the black smoke, the words he whispered into Locke’s ears as life crept away from his body -- I saw the Devil.
A week later -- or was it two? time passes differently here -- Libby agrees with him. I saw him, too, she whispers in the darkness.
They walk together, sometimes. Occasionally, Ana Lucia will join them, or perhaps even Nathan (he’s forgiven them all, but Eko senses the scars still remain). Goodwin watches from afar, never approaching them. They wonder if he knows something they don’t, but Eko does not worry. Secrets are not kept in a place with no motives, no reasons. Here, there is only day and night, with no shadows to hide behind.
I am sorry, Eko says to Libby one day. She is stooped over a side of a creek, reflection glimmering up at her with empty eyes.
Sorry? She repeats his words in an oblivious tone. Sorry about what?
Your husband, he is dead. He watches Libby as she skips a pebble across the creek and it bounces against the surface of the water, soon burying itself with the many other rocks that littered the bottom. You wait years to see him again, but instead God chooses to send you back here.
She shrugs and smiles up at him, eyes gleaming with emotion. Ah, well -- Isn’t it obvious? He stares at her, and she continues: We still have work to do.
Title: golden and wild as the wind blows
Characters: Kate/Sayid. Mentions of Sam Austen.
Rating: PG-13 for adult situations.
Spoilers/Warnings: Season 4 flash-forwards.
Summary: Sayid is a man of little words, but is able to make every syllable count. For library_of_sex's alphabet meme request, Violin.
The sound of his voice reminds her of a thousand violins playing, each cord being struck carefully and meticulously. As if listening to an orchestra (She remembers that her dad -- Sam, she corrects herself. Sam loved Bach and she would listen to the classics everyday. She wanted to be just like him) she hangs onto every note, every crescendo.
Sayid is a man of little words, but is able to make every syllable count.
When she goes to see Sam for the first time since the crash, she brings Sayid with her. As these two men shake hands, she can feel a strange wave of awe overcome her: ten years ago, they fought on opposite sides of a war that still haunts them both. Between sips of sweet tea and questions to his daughter (he never speaks directly to Sayid) he eyes the Iraqi man. Kate wonders if he is still suspicious of men like him, men he fought in a war that took him away for most her childhood.
As Kate says goodbye to her father, she wonders if Sam thinks Sayid will take her away from him. Driving home, they decide to rent a hotel room for the night -- she doesn’t want to go home and he is eager to do anything for her.
That night, they sleep in the same bed for the first time, and he is careful not to break the bond they formed back on the Island -- strong and trusting, but occasionally doubtful. He wants to erase all doubt from her mind and make her forget about the two men who she can never choose between. Two men he feels don’t deserve her, who don’t see her as anything more than a prize to be won.
In the morning, she climbs out of bed without a sound and is careful not to wake Sayid. She slips on her jeans and quietly walks out the door. When Sayid awakes, he is afraid she left him, her old habits catching up with her. He reaches for his cell phone and prays that she hasn’t changed her number by now (Kate is a quick thinker, he wouldn’t put it past her).
Just as he enters the final digits of her number, the door opens and Kate walks in. Thought you might like some donuts, she smiles, opening the box and kicking off her shoes.
Climbing into bed, he kisses her and whispers curses to himself in his mother tongue. He buries his face in her hair and breathes in the familiar scent of sea salt and strawberries. He underestimates her more than he realized.