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
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30_wounds : Go down in flames. Many thanks
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"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 ( ... )
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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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"Go," she tells his five o'clock shadow in a voice too gentle, pressing her lips to that spot on his neck, the one she always comes back to.
He kisses her forehead and wishes she'd said "me too" instead.
Oh, I particularly love this. That's Jack for you: he's so open when it comes to love and Kate, well, she's not. She's still guarded. That last line there is so heartbreaking to me. I can imagine Jack would have that kind of longing thought.
The way you describe their frenzied sex (Kate's idea of comfort, but there you go XD) is great; it's so lyrical, the flow of the words you use are beautiful. There would definitely be times when it would be like this between them-- this desperation.
She laughs to his shoulder, more breath than actual sound. When he finally ( ... )
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Yeah, it's definitely a tricky thing to handle. I don't mind sex in fics if it's not gratuitous; I think if it makes sense for the story it's totally appropriate--but really graphic sex is not something I can get into or feel comfortable with writing or reading, either. (lol. The HP fandom is bonkers. Bestiality? Really? XD) No, rambling is totally fine with me, as you know! I totally get/agree with what you're saying ( ... )
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She leans into him and then away, his fingers peeling numbly from her skin like plastic. "Kate." Repetition is his only constant. She looks back at him, steam clouding his vision and, he hopes, her judgment. She almost smiles, pained, immovable. He shakes his head. She nods. The grief slaps him in the face, sharp, an oozing wound she won't, can't stitch up, not this time.I should quote this whole fic, seriously. The beginning and the ending (the ending! the last line! woah!) and everything in between. You know - this is almost ( ... )
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